Lao Xian hugged Wu Feifei and shouted at the others with messy hair.
"I'll stab you to death, a son of a bitch."
Here, Lao Xian was standing on the card table. He had just hugged Wu Feifei when he met a thin young man. He took a very short and small saw-toothed chopper and stabbed Lao Xian in the waist with one knife.
"puff,."
A chill ran down the old immortal's waist, then he turned back suddenly and kicked over.
"Gudong."
The man was kicked in the chest and stood right on the edge of the steps. When he stepped back, he missed a step and fell directly to the ground.
"Hold."
The old immortal touched his lower back, then became angry, raised his foot, and stomped on his head a few times.
This stabbing of the knife directly made the situation uncontrollable. Jiang Jing and his group, who were about to stop, completely lost their minds.
"Get a knife, right?"
"Fuck you, Mom, hold him down for me."
Shuangliang rushed over in two steps, one pulling his hair and the other pulling his arm.
"Uh-huh."
Jiang Jing raised the bench and gave the young man lying on the ground a sudden blow on his head.
"Bang."
The solid wooden bench weighed dozens of kilograms. It hit his head sideways with a muffled sound. The boy's head whipped 40 degrees and hit the steps with a clang. He was stunned on the spot and lost consciousness immediately.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft."
He grabbed the knife on the ground, pulled the boy's hair, and waved his arms continuously. Mixed with alcohol and rage, he stabbed him countless times without even knowing it.
"You are the only one, right?"
Guo Zhiliang took the bottle with a cracked mouth, pointed at a young man standing next to him, and asked with his eyes wide open.
"Brother, it has nothing to do with me. I don't know them."
The young man immediately took two steps back.
"I don't have a relationship with you. You don't have to call me anymore. Oh, I'll fuck you."
Guo Zhiliang rushed forward in two steps, waved his right hand, and puffed three times, and the open-mouthed wine bottle directly made three cuts on the opponent's face.
"Brother, we didn't mean to fight, don't fight, don't fight."
After surviving, the three young men who had not been beaten actually came over to break up the fight with their heads caught in the door.
"Bang."
Lao Xian kicked him on the head and cursed angrily: "You are so fucking stupid. B, what are you talking about? Run away quickly, fuck you. Damn it, I'll even stab you in a while." "
"Hula la."
The remaining few people grabbed their companions next to them and started to have sex in an instant.
"B. Zai. I let you run."
Jiang Jing was carrying a beer bottle and wanted to chase him.
"Snapped."
The old immortal stopped Wu Feifei with one hand, used Jiang Jing's hair with the other, pulled it back directly, and then shouted: "You're a mother, I can't control you anymore."
"He stabbed you with a fucking knife."
Jiang Jing roared back.
"No one has any peace of mind, I just tell you to get out."
The old immortal was so angry that he was trembling all over. He stood on the steps and reached out to touch the wound on his lower back. His eyes were full of grievance and weakness, and with tears in his eyes, he pointed at the five people in a hoarse voice and cursed: "You are doing something, can you move?" Think about it, why did I let you go? It’s just because you guys are raising me. If you keep tossing this, you won’t even know how you’ll die.”
Everyone bowed their heads and said nothing.
"Just look at your dick, run away, fuck you, you're waiting to be fucked."
The old immortal roared and cursed.
Everyone was so anxious when they saw the old immortal that they didn't dare to say a word. Jiang Jing led them and turned around to leave.
"Don't be so fucking stupid. B.B. Go home."
Lao Xian sat on the marble table and said something to Wu Feifei in a low voice.
"Brother, we don't want to leave. You feel uncomfortable, and we don't feel comfortable either. If you are afraid of something happening, then Jiang Jing is still a hairdresser, and I am still a working person. Who would come out to hang out? What do you think?"
Wu Feifei's lips twitched, and he whispered a sentence, then walked away with everyone.
The old immortal listened to Wu Feifei's words without saying a word.
He sat on the marble table, reached out and touched his lower back, and glanced down at the three people lying on the ground. He frowned immediately, and then walked away.
"Bro, bro."
The old immortal bent down and stretched out his hand to pull at the boy who was stabbed by the core. When he looked carefully, he had been stabbed several times in the stomach, and blood was flowing out.
Seeing this miserable scene, Lao Xian's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't want to run away at first, because he didn't do anything at all, and it was just a fight.
Therefore, when he saw this young man stabbed several times in the stomach, he immediately prepared to call 120, then report the crime and ask the police to come over.
As soon as the case is reported here, the old immortal is looking for connections, and then waits for the victim's family to come over. Finally, it is time to pay compensation, and it is time to say good things and say good things.
Because if you don't show up for this matter, the police will definitely label you with injuries and run away. If that is the case, Jiang Jing and others will have to carry something on their backs, and this is something Lao Xian doesn't want to see.
However, just when Lao Xian was about to call 120, a police car suddenly sounded outside.
Lao Xian was stunned and suddenly felt that the police had arrived too quickly. From the time of the conflict to now, it only took 3.5 minutes. Although the whole country called for the police to be dispatched within five minutes, it was just a slogan after all. In the middle of the night, how could it be possible? It never came so timely.
During this moment of confusion, the waiter who ran away in fear came over, then looked down at the people on the ground and said in surprise: "Isn't this unreasonable, Xiao Huo?"
"That little Huo."
Lao Xian asked immediately.
"You don't know him,"
The waiter looked at Lao Xian and then whispered something in his ear.
"Ah, it's him."
After hearing this, Lao Xian nodded, then blinked his eyes and said quickly: "I'm calling 120, please help me carry him out. Everything has gone wrong. Let's save people first."
"Come on, stop looking at me and come over and help me."
The waiter shouted to the back.
"Hula la."
A group of people gathered around and stretched out their hands to help lift the three who were being fucked on the ground.
"Uh-huh."
The old immortal blended into the crowd, turned around and walked back.
"Hey, brother, don't leave, you won't hit anyone."
Someone saw the old immortal and immediately shouted.
"You fucking electronic eyes, how can you see so accurately?"
Lao Xian slapped him away, then walked to the side door in two steps, and walked away in an instant. After going out, he got into a taxi, and then thought about it, and he could only call his wife.
"Hey, Xiaoxiao, do you have the spare key to my car?"
The old immortal asked directly.
"Are you at home? What's wrong?" he asked with a smile.
"Take the car keys, come to the gate of Boiling Point, and pick up my car. If the police stop you and ask, just say, pick up the car normally, and you don't know the rest."
The old immortal frowned and replied.
"What's wrong, you again..."
Xiaoxiao replied rather dissatisfied.
"Stop asking, just hurry up."
The old immortal gave instructions, stretched out his hand and hung up the phone.
At the same time, Brother Pao was holding a phone in his left hand and putting a phone on his ear in his right hand. As he walked, he started talking to the person on the other end of the phone.