In the hotel, seven or eight people were drinking and chatting around the table.
Liu Lang was sitting in the main seat, with his legs crossed and his left hand resting on the chair. He was smiling and drinking cold Jiaduobao. He didn't say much from beginning to end.
Sitting next to Liu Lang was a middle-aged man who weighed about 180 pounds. He was about thirty-one or twelve years old. He had a shaved head and was sitting there with his arms bare. You could clearly see his tendons.
He wears a string of unknown beads around his neck, and a Buddhist amulet pendant dangles from his hair that protects his heart. When he talks, he always likes to hold a cigarette butt between his thumb and forefinger, and he looks like a southern gangster.
His name is Ding Zisong, he is from the Northeast, and he just returned home recently. Later, he met Zhang Alum through Liu Lang, and then the two met at the Swan Hotel, but no one knew what they talked about.
However, a few days after their chat, Ding Zisong bought the store with more than 300,000 yuan in cash and spent more than 100,000 yuan on renovations.
The decoration of this hotel has basically been completed. Ding Zisong invited Liu Lang to dinner today, as if to express his gratitude.
"Brother Song, where were you before?"
A young man asked Ding Zisong with a red face.
"I have been a monk in Northern Shaolin for eight years! I went there when I was 16 years old. Later, when I was 26 years old, I met a big brother from the south who always came to our place to offer incense. He liked me very much, so I went with him.
I'm going to the south! I won't talk about other things. I'm just bragging to you! But I'm not lying at all. I've never let go of my kung fu for so many years. I'm the only one who can beat you.
Five of you!”
Whenever Ding Zisong talks about this experience, he holds his head high and looks very proud.
"That's not right! Didn't you say that you have been a monk for eight years?! But you went there when you were 16, but you only met your elder brother when you were 26, isn't that ten years?"
The young man who asked the question answered stupidly and honestly.
"Why do you talk so much?! Just listen to whatever Brother Song says!" Liu Lang nodded with a smile.
"ah!!"
The young man nodded confusedly.
"Fuck, Lao Liu, why don't you believe it?! I've really practiced it before!"
When Ding Zisong heard what Liu Lang said, he immediately became anxious. He then pulled out the stool and without saying a word, raised his right leg and struck it to the ground with a bang!
No one could react. They were all stunned when they saw Ding Zisong's actions!
"Did you see it?! Is this fucking kung fu?! I'm telling you, this means that the land is so level that you have to have a dirt bag or something! I can dig it down with just one kick!"
Ding Zisong raised his eyebrows and became anxious as he spoke, and then shouted: "Come on, I'll give you another one! Just this table, if I tap it, I can jump over it without turning it over!"
"
"Brother, brother, okay, okay!"
A young man next to him pulled him with a red face.
"Yes, my brother is here! If you don't believe me, ask him if I stayed in Northern Shaolin for eight years!"
As soon as Ding Zisong saw the young man next to him talking, he immediately pulled him over and pointed at everyone.
"Well, you have practiced, you have practiced!" Liu Lang quickly nodded in agreement.
"I'm really not bragging to you, b. Look, I still have a vow scar on my head?! I have been ordained, and I still have a monk's certificate at home!"
Ding Zisong tried his best to explain.
"Well, we all know that you have practiced before, please calm down!" Liu Lang nodded repeatedly, clasped his fists and begged.
"Look, you still don't believe it and you keep mocking me! You know, your expression is definitely an insult to a devout Buddhist!!"
Ding Zisong didn't know whether he really drank too much or pretended to drink too much. He turned around and shouted: "Come on, waiter, bring me a mop from the warehouse! I'll give them a Northern Shaolin dance stick technique."
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"Fuck, you're so damn interesting!" Liu Lang collapsed immediately.
"Bang!"
At this moment, Qiu San and Xiao Tu were outside the door and rushed in in two steps.
"Who?"
Ding Zisong, who was standing in the middle of the hall, immediately raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Whoa!"
Almost at the same time, Qiu San pulled out five consecutive rounds from his shoulder bag, then licked his lips and shouted: "Liu Lang, look back!"
"Bang!"
Ding Zisong realized something was wrong when he saw Qiu San grabbing the canvas bag with his palm, but he reacted very quickly and kicked Liu Lang's stool.
"Hang!!"
Gunshot!
The table was pushed back by the bullet, and the plates and wine bottles on it were flying everywhere!
"Poof!"
Liu Lang and the stool instantly fell to the ground.
"Wow!"
Ding Zisong's younger brother overturned the table and blocked Qiu San's second shot!
"What the fuck!!"
In the field, only Ding Zisong, the big tiger, did not hide. When he saw that Qiu San did not hit anyone else, but ran directly towards Liu Lang, he took a step forward!
"Whoa!"
Qiu San fired back, aiming at Ding Zisong.
"Snapped!"
Ding Zisong grabbed the muzzle of Qiu San's gun, and then pressed it down. The third shot was fired immediately, and the bullet collapsed on the ground, creating a burst of sparks.
"Stab it!"
Almost at the same time, Ding Zisong's left hand holding the muzzle of Qiu San's gun emitted white smoke. This was because the gun barrel was hot from the high temperature after three shots!
Qiu San didn't expect Ding Zisong to react so quickly, and was stunned for a moment.
"Gudong!"
Ding Zisong raised his knees and used an electric cannon, hitting Qiu San's stomach directly.
"Whoa!"
Xiaotu stabbed him with a knife!
"Boom!"
Ding Zisong's legs were like noodles, and with two swift feet, one kicked Xiaotu's knife-holding wrist, and the second kicked him in the chest, sending him flying!
"fuck your mother!!"
Almost at the same time, shouts and curses erupted in the room, and the rest of the group picked up the bottles and rushed over.
"Crack!"
The sounds of wine bottles and benches hitting people kept coming. Everyone surrounded Qiu San and Xiaotu. Without any explanation, they were beaten violently!
"Brother, my legs!"
At this moment, Ding Zisong's brother fell behind the table, covering his bleeding thigh, and suddenly shouted.
"Whoa!"
Ding Zisong turned around and was stunned. After a long pause, he asked, "How did you manage it?"
"He shot me!"
The younger brother pointed at Qiu San who was lying in a pool of blood.
Ding Zisong, you can tell from his chatter that he may have some mental problems.
His own brother's leg was injured. If he were a normal person, he would definitely go to the hospital quickly, but he didn't. Instead, he turned his head and shouted at Qiu San: "Grass mud horse, I will beat you to death!!"
"Come on, you can do whatever you want!"
Qiu San's head was full of blood. He raised his head with difficulty and said to Liu Lang without even frowning: "Caoni Ma, as long as my family doesn't die, you will be crippled sooner or later!!"