Na Miantang: "So, you must be polite today and I must let you."
I said, "Didn't you go out to buy something? What if I didn't come with you?"
Na Miantang: "Of course I would have other ideas at that time, but now that you are here, why should I think of other ideas?"
I laughed too.
Na Miantang asked: "Why are you laughing?"
I said: "I laughed at you for finding the wrong person."
I also lowered my voice and gritted my teeth: "I'm just like you. I plan to eat with you. Being able to eat and drink for free is always a very pleasant thing."
Na Miantang: "You hate banknotes?"
I corrected him: "It's not that I hate it, it's that I love money as much as my life. I cherish my life. Let's put it this way, I am determined to defend my money with my blood and life. You can take my life, but you can take my money? No way!"
That Mian Tang was also conquered.
Me: "So, you must be polite today, and I must let you." After saying this, I happened to swallow the last piece of goat meat on the plate, and he drank his wine.
I looked at him, and he looked at me. If anyone we know sees us like this, they will definitely find it unbelievable. The heir of the wealthy Na family and his servants are discussing who will pay the bill, and it seems that the woman has no idea.
Plan to pay the bill.
I decided to hint to him: "You have beaten Brother Gui before and you are very skilled. You are invincible here."
My expectations were dashed, because he pointed helplessly at the arm that had been scratched by a snake: "It's injured. The wound hasn't healed yet. I can't beat him today."
I suspected a scam: "When you first came here, you were windy when you walked, as if you were stepping on two hot wheels."
He deliberately lowered his voice: "If you don't believe me, touch it." He placed my hand and was about to explore his arm and the inside of his chest. I waved his hand away and said angrily: "Why are you talking so rogue?"
Come up again? What a drunkard and pervert!"
We both looked like we were about to run away. Who would run first? Who would follow behind? Or should we run together? The two accomplices did not reach a consensus.
Perhaps the shrewd shop owner sensed a hint of our plan to escape. After a while, the door was opened. A medium-sized, thick middle-aged man blocked the door in advance. He had a ruthless face and walked with his shoulders raised.
With a swaying step, a few thugs behind him followed coldly. At first, they didn't show off their faces and smiled broadly: "My lord, eat well and drink well."
I looked at the middle-aged man trying his best to hide his expression, and there was cruelty hidden in his kindness; I looked at Mian Tang again, he was cunning and would never show it.
I slowly put my opponent into my satchel. Before going out, I packed a kitchen knife in my satchel as a precaution. However, Na Miantang held me down and whispered: "Mao Jiu, don't move. You are not their hand."
"Do you know them?"
"His name is Scarface. He collects protection money and specializes in gangsters. He is a famous ruthless character who is quick and dirty and dares to kill people."
I was shocked and tried to negotiate: "How about I leave first and you stay behind?"
Suddenly my center of gravity was unsteady and I almost staggered in front of the store owner like a dog eating shit. The force came from Na Miantang, who pushed me with a wave of his hand. Scar stared at me with a ferocious face, and there was a deep scar on the left side of his face.
Shaking slightly, it silently indicates that its owner is ruthless: "My hands are not steady, and I just spent a lot of time on a guy who wanted to be a freeloader."
After all, Miantang seemed to have seen the wind and waves. He stared at that face without changing his expression, without the slightest hint of panic. You idiot! I am the one being held hostage! It is normal for him not to panic.