A bald man wearing a gold chain, big pants, and tattoos all over his arms soon came menacingly with a group of little bald heads, roaring.
Their ferocious looks, coupled with their dignified appearance, made them look very intimidating and made people stay away from them.
"Are you Pu San?" Wang Fan stared at the bald man and asked with the microphone.
"Did you call Third Master's name? I think you're fucking impatient. Get out of here!"
The bald man was furious, spitting everywhere, and his wide eyes were like two light bulbs, so ferocious that it was scary.
"If you're not Pu San, you're a bastard. I won't go down. If you have the guts, get up here." Wang Fan also widened his eyes, as if he were a fool, not afraid at all.
"Oh, I'll go." The bald man laughed angrily, stretched out his thick arms, and swooped onto the stage.
"Damn it, I think you are toasting instead of eating the fine wine. You are really looking for death!" The bald man cursed and walked towards Wang Fan while shaking his two lantern-like fists. ??
"What are you going to do?" Wang Fan seemed a little scared, "I-I'm here to reason, not to fight."
"The truth? My fist is the truth!" The bald man cursed and punched Wang Fan.
Although the lantern-like fist did not exert much force, the visual impact was absolutely terrifying. If it hit Wang Fan's little head, it would definitely cause a concussion.
"Brother Tiger, come on, come on Brother Tiger, fuck him to death, fuck him to death."
Everyone under the stage watched this scene and became excited again. While shouting, they threw money on the stage again.
The bald man obviously didn't expect that he would be more popular when he came on stage. He suddenly became happy, his mood became even higher, and he also increased his strength.
Wang Fan closed his eyes, as if he was frightened, and remained motionless.
Brother Hu looked at this scene and felt heartbroken.
He is even more contemptuous.
For such a coward to dare to come to the bar to cause trouble, he is really a weakling.
However, just when Brother Hu's fist was about to fall on Wang Fan's head, his eyes widened in vain, fear flashing in his eyes.
Wang Fan, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, grinned at him, showing two rows of white teeth, and then kicked out his right leg quickly.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and Brother Tiger covered his lower body and screamed like a pig.
He only felt waves of pain in his balls, which were about to break.
"Oh, Brother Hu, are you okay? I told you that I'm here to reason, not to fight, but you still insist on coming here to beat me. I'm really sorry."
Wang Fan muttered in dissatisfaction and kicked him out again.
Whoosh.
Brother Hu suddenly flew up like a sandbag, crossed a graceful arc, and smashed towards the audience.
"ah!"
People in the audience screamed, especially the customers who were about to be hit, and they screamed and started to get out of the way.
With a bang, Brother Hu fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
On the stage, Wang Fan was like a victorious general, waving his hands to everyone in the audience in a pretentious manner, roaring domineeringly, "Who else? Who else???"
"Fuck."
When those watching the scene saw this scene, their minds were full of black thoughts and they were also furious. They started to climb onto the stage while yelling.
Wang Fan screamed, grabbed the steel pipe in the center of the stage and swung it towards them.
He swung very measuredly, and swung at those who were holding the edge of the stage with their hands and trying to rush forward, and he swung with their fingers.
There was a crackling sound, and before those bastards even got on the stage, they covered their fingers, cried for father and mother, and started screaming.
Shameless, so damn shameless, how can a person be so shameless?
While they were jumping around and blowing on their fingers, they stared angrily at Wang Fan, wishing to cut him into pieces with a thousand knives.
Wang Fan didn't care at all about the ferocious looks of those gangsters, and was still jumping around in a coquettish manner, "Come on, come on, let's see if I don't kill you! Who else? Who else? Where is Pu San?
Get out of here, get out of here."
On the second floor, Pu San was so angry that his nose was crooked. He was slapped in the face to such an extent that his face was completely humiliated.
He could no longer calm down, got up and ran towards the first floor angrily.
"Trash, a bunch of trash, if you can't get up, won't you think of a way to get him down?"
When Pu San walked up to the younger brothers, he cursed them loudly and hated them.
The younger brothers looked at each other and asked weakly, "What can we do?"
Park Sanyi glared, and angrily slapped the boy who asked the question, "Throw something, knock him down! Idiots, a bunch of idiots!"
That's right, if we can't get up, we can throw something to knock him down. As long as he comes down, isn't he just food on the plate and can be pinched as much as we want?
All the boys had an epiphany, picked up the benches and tables one after another, and shouted to Wang Fan on the stage.
For a moment, benches were flying and wooden chairs were flying everywhere.
"Oh my, you are actually cheating and throwing hidden weapons?" Wang Fan was kicked up and down, jumping up and down, shouting.
His hands were not idle, he was jumping around to avoid the benches, tables and chairs, while waving the steel pipe and smashing it.
Some benches and tables were knocked backwards by Wang Fan, and soon there were waves of crying for father and mother in the audience.
Park
In the middle of the night, he was so angry that he almost wanted to tear Wang Fan to pieces.
Damn, how could this happen? Wang Fan's attack from his side didn't even touch a hair, but he was beaten to pieces?
Shameless, really shameless!
He said that in his whole life, he had never seen such a shameless person like Wang Fan.
Whoosh!
Just when he was furious, a steel pipe came towards him. Before he could react, his head was hit and he let out a scream.
"Boy, who are you and who sent you here?" Pu San covered his head and shouted at Wang Fan.
"Who are you?" Wang Fan asked with squinting eyes and a frown.
"I am Pu San!" Pu San was so angry that he went crazy. Didn't this bastard come to him to reason with him? How could he not even recognize him?
"Are you Pu San?" Wang Fan said, "You came just in time. I was just trying to reason with you. Let me ask you, why did you destroy my home?"
"Destroyed your home?" Pu San was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, "Are you Wang Fan?"
Although Pu San destroyed Wang Fan's residence, he had never met Wang Fan, not even looking at his photos.
In his eyes, Wang Fan was just a nobody, not worthy of attention at all. If the young man hadn't asked him to bring trouble on Wang Fan, he wouldn't have even bothered to do it himself.
"Hey, it seems you still remember this. That's just right. Tell me, how to compensate?" Wang Fan said and started counting on his fingers.
"The things in my house are all antiques. The sheets, quilt covers, doors, bed cabinets, etc. are all used by Qin Shihuang. They are worth at least several billion. If you smash them like this,
There’s nothing we can do.”
As soon as these words came out, not to mention Pu San, even the customers in the audience were a little stunned.
Damn it, why don't you go and grab the things Qin Shihuang used, and give them billions? Why don't you be so shameless?