Four or five minutes later, footsteps sounded one after another in the stairwell, and then a group of young men who took off their uniforms and jackets rushed up carrying targets.
"Walk."
Xiang Hui whispered and walked side by side to the private room with the eldest prince.
"Swipe."
As Xiang Hui walked, he unbuttoned his suit without any wrinkles, then rolled up his cuffs and walked to the door of the private room. He untied the tie around his neck, then wrapped it around his hand and pushed open the private room. Door.
"Bang."
The door panel hit the wall, making a harsh sound. The young man who was still beating Qiqi and Mei Le in the room immediately turned around.
"I'll beat him again, and I'll beat him to death if I beat him again."
Xiang Hui frowned and glanced at the messy private room, kicked away the half-cut beer bottle at his feet, and then said something to Brother Quan and others.
"What do you do for food?"
Brother Quan turned around and asked.
"Is my manager here qualified to talk to you?" Xiang Hui asked him.
"If you can't stop the fight, let Xiang Nan come."
Brother Quan pulled away the crowd and said while still holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"Haha, have you asked someone to call you brother twice and become confused on the road of life?" the eldest prince said sarcastically.
"Fuck you, your name is the eldest prince, right? Did you steal my girl?" Brother Quan asked with a sideways glance.
"Who are you coming for? The two girls, or the ocean."
Xiang Hui asked directly.
"I'm fucking coming for you."
Brother Quan pointed at Xiang Hui's nose and said.
"Wouldn't it be over if you said that earlier? Damn you. Damn you."
Xiang Hui roared and grabbed Quan Ge by the collar. As soon as he moved, the eldest prince followed him and kicked him directly on the waist, and then a melee broke out in the room.
"Fuck him for me,."
Brother Quan staggered, took a step back, turned around, picked up the wine bottle, and rushed forward. Then you saw that almost everyone he brought took out a handful of large circlips, the size and color of which were different from his. Mom is the same. This is obviously the rhythm of group customization. It seems that the newly emerged gangsters still have a certain sense of teamwork. At least they have made new breakthroughs in unifying weapons and equipment.
But it was of no use, because as soon as the gang took out their knives, Xiang Hui yelled: "Come on, let's start swinging the target. Anyone in the room who dares to fight back will be punished." Get down."
"Fuck you. Damn it. If you each hold a small broken knife, who are you dancing and chattering with?"
The head internal security guard was the first to rush into the room, holding a target and hitting the crowd three or four times. After one person was hugged, the crowd dispersed immediately, and then the remaining internal security guards used the long target to Taking advantage, they worked hard and formed an echelon formation, rushing towards the crowd one after another.
In just five or six seconds of contact, the crowd was immediately pushed to the edge of the sofa. Many people had already jumped on the sofa to avoid it, because if they went down, they would be punished and there would be no chance to fight back.
"Who touches my brother?,,,fuck you. Mom."
Just when the situation in the room became one-sided, the group of people from the private room next door also rushed out. In the lead was a young man, probably about 24 or 25 years old, with a shaved head, who rushed to the door of the private room without saying a word. He shouted out of his mind.
"I touched your brother, how did you react?"
The eldest prince stood at the door and suddenly shouted, and the young man was stunned.
"Peng,."
The eldest prince grabbed the beer bottle, slapped it from top to bottom, and smashed it directly on the bare young man's head.
"Pfft,."
Guang Lao was stunned for a moment, stepped back in a daze, and fell directly on his back, but was supported by the people behind him.
"Come, give it to me."
The eldest prince smashed a wine bottle, holding the sharp mouth of the bottle in his right hand. He turned around and asked one of the internal security guards for a target. He pinched it directly in his left hand without saying a word, and quietly looked at the dozen or so people outside the door. The young man blocked the door alone.
"Fuck you, mom, rush in."
The young man shouted again, and then the two boys next to him bravely pushed forward and pushed the circlip, trying to squeeze in the door.
"Peng,,peng."
The eldest prince was holding the target in his left hand at this time and didn't swing it at all because he couldn't move it. He hit it very smartly and moved the target horizontally towards the door. The thick end of the target directly poked one of them in the stomach.
Then you saw that the eldest prince was holding the cracked mouth of the wine bottle in his right hand, and he took action very quickly.
"Puch."
The first blow was pierced on the young man's right cheek, and the skin and flesh were opened until he reached the earlobe.
"Puch."
The second blow followed closely, and the broken mouth of the bottle cut open the young man's collarbone. This was because after the first blow, he instinctively avoided it or stabbed him in the neck. The eldest prince did rush towards his neck. Stab,.
"Ouch,."
The young man screamed and stepped back suddenly. There was a squeaking sound at the door again. This time it was not the eldest prince who stabbed him, but the person behind the young man. He was holding a big circlip and wanted to go forward, but the young man wanted to go back. , the distance between the two suddenly narrowed, so the tip of the knife pierced his butt directly.
"boom."
The people at the door suddenly dispersed, because the eldest prince suddenly took a step forward, stepped out of the door, and swept across the target. Everyone could only avoid it.
"Little B. bastard, are you still calling me? Come on, come here and I'll take it out with you."
The eldest prince held the target in his left hand, and held the mouth of the wine bottle in his right hand. With squinting eyes, he shouted at Guang Lao. But this time Guang Lao really didn't dare to shout, "Who touches my brother?"
The eldest prince blocked the door alone, and a dozen gangsters stared at each other but did not rush in.
The one who shouted the loudest was fucked the hardest, but the eldest prince who didn't say much didn't suffer any injuries at all.
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Inside the house, they were still working loudly, but instead of two groups fighting each other, one group was overwhelmingly beating the other group. It wasn't that Quan Ge's people were incompetent, but the unified configuration of large circlips, and there was no play any role,.
If Brother Quan hadn't come to Haiyang to look for trouble, Xiang Hui wouldn't even bother to fight him personally.
The old immortal once told Xiang Hui that the most awesome state of a bastard is not that you use a gun to force others to kneel down, but that you don't have a gun in your hand at all, but when you poke it, the opponent will immediately squint. .
For example, Zhang Jun.
Just based on these two words, Zhang Jun scolded Lang Wu Zicao.
you.
Mom, he didn't even dare to fart.
Xiang Hui thinks this is correct. He is observing me and Lao Xian, and indeed finds that we are no longer fighting, so this is the state he longs for.
But today is a positional defense battle. Brother Quan took the initiative to come to Haiyang to stir up trouble. Xiang Hui must let him know how he got here and how he got out.