Fighting is good! If you hit me, I will hide. I will hide as a spectator, and Han Shaoer will also hide. He hid here and there, only to hear "ouch" and "ouch" in his ears, and he lay down with a bruise on his nose and face.
Han Shaer clapped his hands: "Good fight! Good fight! Get up and keep fighting!"
Those lying on the ground stared at each other angrily, and complained to each other: "Why did you hit me?", "I didn't hit you, but you came up to me and greeted me!"
The big man with the beard came back to his senses, struggled to sit up, and cursed: "Shut up, everyone! You are a bunch of trash! Don't you see how others can use your strength to fight?" Then he said to Han Shaer: "If you have the guts, don't leave! Wait until the hero Jing comes over.
, I will beat you to the point where you will have teeth all over the floor, and you will kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Do all gangsters have this kind of virtue? Han Shaer slapped his left hand, crooked his mouth, and slapped his right hand, corrected himself, and said with a smile: "Oh, I'm so scared! Let's discuss it, can you speak more gently?" Yu
Guang caught a glimpse of the one lying down and wanted to launch a sneak attack. He flicked the broom and ordered: "Everyone lie down! Whoever moves to poke the balls!"
They were all honest. The waiters ran away, and the spectators and women also ran away.
Han Shaer sat on the table and interrogated with a serious face: "Where are the other three? Where are they hidden?"
The big man with the beard raised his voice and replied: "We are just eight brothers, the Eight Great Vajras! Even if we cannot defeat you, we will not do anything to hide it."
"No! The three people who were chasing the new county magistrate said they were from the Chalukou Hotel!" Han Shaer said firmly.
The big man with the beard kowtowed: "Young master, young hero, don't you dare to disturb the peace! We have done some deceitful and deceitful things, such as killing people, stealing goods, stealing other people's children and other evil things, but we have never done any of them, how dare we do it?
Pursuing Mr. Hua? He passed by the hotel at noon yesterday and went to the town..."
The matter is a bit complicated. Could it be that Jing Yanggang sent someone else, or was someone else using the hotel and Jing Yanggang’s banner? Who has a deep grudge against Hua Qingchi? Forget it, I don’t want to! Han Shaer pointed at the bearded man:
"Get up and ask Jing Yanggang to come see me!"
"Who is so arrogant?" A strong but not deep voice came in as the door curtain opened.
Han Shaer heard the footsteps outside and thought they were from the waiter. He didn't make any further distinctions. He glanced sideways at the lock of red hair and knew that the person who came was undoubtedly Jing Yanggang. He put his feet on the ground and cupped his fists to say hello: "Young Master Jing,
I have admired you for a long time! You are young and have good kung fu, so you are called a young hero, right?"
Jing Yanggang stood tall and strong, with a stern look on his face. He glanced at the ground and said, "You beat them all down?"
Han Shaer laughed playfully: "How can we do that? They were fighting each other and performing it for us - okay, everyone, get up. The one hundred taels of silver counts as the performance fee." He patted the broom casually.
"One hundred taels of silver?" Jing Yanggang was puzzled.
"Jing Daxia, he used Qigong to play dice and robbed our hotel. He also relied on heresy to trick us into beating ourselves up and asked you to come and see him. He didn't take you seriously at all!" the bearded man said.
, others complained one after another.
"A bunch of idiots! A bunch of losers! They're pretending to be fat, what's the Eight Great King Kongs! I told you to stop gambling a long time ago, just stay at the hotel and just stutter, but you don't listen. How about it, you have encountered a hard problem, right? You deserve it!"
"Jing Yang had just finished giving him a good lesson, and looked at Han Shaer: "Although they are using my name to embolden them, they are not evildoers. You are too cruel!"
Damn it! I'm not your subordinate! What are you protecting? Who was cruel? Can they beat each other? Does it feel good to hit me? Are you a fat guy? When did you become a straight man?