"What does this kid do?" The middle-aged man glanced at Wang Xing and asked casually.
"Second uncle, this guy seems to be a watcher of Huaqingchi and hangs out with Gaotupo Liu Ziguangzhuo and the others." One of the security guards replied.
"Oh, it turns out you are here to cause trouble, call me!" The second uncle threw away the cigarette butt, and under the thick black circles, a pair of cold, snake-like eyes loomed with murderous intent.
There was a rush of footsteps, and a large number of prostitutes came down from upstairs. What kind of occasion was this magnificent place? It was the most high-end entertainment club in Jiangbei City, and it housed hundreds of prostitutes. It was not working time, but they could be pulled out at any time.
People coming on the 20th or 30th.
The policemen all wore uniform black shirts and had flat heads. They were holding rubber batons purchased from a police equipment store. They had a layer of rubber on the outside and steel bars with elastic guns on the inside. They could hit people without causing any injuries, so they were most suitable.
They use.
These policemen usually have nothing to do. They don't need to come out to greet or drop off. Their only purpose is to deal with emergencies in the venue. They haven't started loading customers in the afternoon. They are all staying upstairs tossing poker cards when they hear the intercom downstairs.
He called for support, and immediately rushed down. Mr. Yan raised his troops for a thousand days and used them for a while. If he didn't show off now, there would be no chance to show off.
Without saying a word, Wang Xing rushed down and surrounded Wang Xing. He beat him violently. Wang Xing was not a vegetarian. He grabbed a rubber stick and charged left and right. He was tall, strong and ferocious, but after all, it was difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. He was beaten.
After a few strikes, his movements slowed down significantly. The middle-aged man known as Uncle Er took a bottle from the bar, walked straight behind Wang Xing, jumped up and struck hard.
With a "pop" sound, the wine bottle shattered, and blood oozed from Wang Xing's bare head. He looked back at him and slowly fell down.
The second uncle threw down the bottle of wine, clapped his hands and said: "**, are you tired of living? You dare to enter the glorious world by yourself, and you treat the second uncle as just a decoration? Don't say it's just you, Liu Ziguang, Zhuo Er and the others are here,
I’ll clean it up in the same way.”
Everyone praised the second uncle for his skill as before. The second uncle smiled triumphantly and was about to turn around and say something to Old Man Li and his daughter who were shivering in the corner. Suddenly they noticed something was wrong. When they looked back, they saw the door.
There was a person standing everywhere.
"My ears are a little burning. Who the hell is scolding me?" Liu Ziguang stood behind the magnificent revolving door and lit a cigarette leisurely and said.
The second uncle's expression changed, and he thought to himself, Zhuo Laoer is a man with a wheel. This man is of medium size and has an impressive momentum. He may be the legendary Liu Ziguang.
You Liu Ziguang, you have repeatedly ordered his subordinates to cause trouble for Jin Bihuihuang and even injured Dongdong. Now he comes to provoke trouble again. This is not asking for death. The second uncle's face turned cold and he waved his right hand: "Go!"
The policemen couldn't hold it back for a long time and were eager to try. The second uncle gave the order and rushed forward waving a rubber stick. Liu Ziguang threw away the cigarette butt and rushed towards them with a sinister smile. A boy bared his teeth and claws and pounced on him, but was kicked by Liu Ziguang.
On the stomach, the whole person flew straight back, knocking down five or six companions behind him. The second uncle was secretly surprised. This leg was really powerful. No wonder Liu Ziguang became famous in Gaotupo so quickly.
rise.
However, it is too young to join the society based on pure bravery. The two of them dared to cause trouble. Today, they were asked to come in vertically and go out sideways. The second uncle stood as steady as a rock and proudly lit a cigarette.
The rubber stick hit him in the face, Liu Ziguang dodged sideways, grabbed the arm holding the rubber stick and pulled it, his arm dislocated with a snap, the rubber stick fell from his hand, his body screamed in pain, and he lost his fighting ability on the spot.
He followed the same pattern and picked off several people's joints. Although the remaining soldiers were wary of his strength, they thought that this was their own place and they might lose their jobs if they hesitated, so they rushed forward without hesitation.
The second uncle felt a little embarrassed. This kid was more powerful than he thought. Unfortunately, Baldhead was not at home today, otherwise he would not be helpless. He turned to the middle-aged woman at the front desk and said: "Third sister, call me.
people."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes blurred, as if there was a mountain standing in front of him. Wang Xing, who was still crawling under his feet just now, actually got up, holding in his hand the remains of the wine bottle dropped by his second uncle, and the sharp glass particles.
Holding his second uncle's neck, Wang Xing roared: "Fuck me, stop it!"
Everyone stopped and looked at Wang Xing.
"Throw the stick away, or I'll cost him!"
The wine bottle crumbs were deeply embedded in the flesh of the second uncle's neck, and there were stains of blood. The second uncle, who had been so bossy just now, didn't even dare to express his anger, for fear that the other party's hands would shake and he would accidentally end up injuring himself.
There was dead silence, no one spoke, there was only the sound of the body lying on the ground with its joints removed, hissing and sucking in the air-conditioning.
Liu Ziguang stepped over the wounded soldiers on the ground. In this moment, half of the twenty-seven or eight soldiers were knocked down by him. The rest were hiding on both sides and did not dare to approach. They looked at Liu Ziguang like they were looking at the god of plague.
generally.
"Ask Yan Jinlong to come out and speak." Liu Ziguang stood in front of his second uncle and said.
At this time, everyone in Jinjinghuanghuang's departments was alarmed. Dozens of people came over again, and everything was blocked. Seeing that there were so many people, the second uncle's courage increased again, and he said with a ferocious smile: "Brother Jinlong, you want to see him too."
Just meet me? If you have the guts, just spend it on me. At worst, one life will be exchanged for five of your lives."
Wang Xing's hand holding the wine bottle trembled a little, not because of fear, but because he was angry. He illegally detained others and gathered people to fight in broad daylight. Do these people still have laws in their hearts?
Liu Ziguang sneered: "As for your rotten life, I don't think it's worth it for a dog. Just call Yan Jinlong out honestly and nothing will happen. Otherwise..."
"What else? Can you still bite me?" The second uncle pretended to be calm and calm. At this time, the hall was filled with hundreds of splendid people, and the third sister also walked out from the front desk to give instructions.
Ruoding: "Xiaowu, turn off the camera, Maomao, close the door and turn on the gate, let the pit bull out."
The injured police officer was carried down to avoid affecting morale. A large number of resplendent waiters, cleaners, cooks, doormen, repairmen, etc. all stood shoulder to shoulder with handymen, surrounding Liu Ziguang and the others.
The electric security door slowly lowered, blocking out the sunlight. The chandelier in the hall was turned on, and there was a bright light. Two bitches the size of calves were pulled out from behind, with saliva dripping from their bloody mouths, and the powerful rear
His legs were on the ground, and his front paws were in the air. If he hadn't been pulled by someone, he would have pounced on him and bit him.
Liu Ziguang and the others stood against the wall. Old man Li and his daughter were so frightened that they hugged each other and looked pale. Sister Hong sat on the ground and pressed her cell phone frantically, dialing 11o. Although it was the coldest month of winter, a circle of fine lines appeared on Wang Xing's forehead.
Fine beads of sweat.
The third sister laughed contemptuously and said: "Don't bother, this is a magnificent place. My mobile phone signal has been blocked by my mother. No matter how many people you know, it will be useless! Let the second uncle go quickly, and I may spare your life."
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Sister Hong put down her phone weakly and cast panicked eyes at Liu Ziguang. Liu Ziguang sneered: "Do you think I, Liu Ziguang, am scared? If you know better, call Yan Jinlong out quickly. I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you little bastards."
The third sister has a high status in Jinjinghuihuang. Everyone present listened to her orders. Her face gradually turned serious. She slowly raised a hand, holding the pit bull by the waist and staring at the third sister closely, just waiting for her.
The dogs are unleashed to bite people at the first command.
Sister Hong closed her eyes in fear, Erya also hid her head in Old Man Li's arms, and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, I'm afraid." Old Man Li kept chattering: "I'm not looking for Daya anymore.
I don’t want to look for you anymore.” Unfortunately, no one heard his plea, and a fierce fight was imminent.
Suddenly, a voice came from the door: "Third Sister, look outside!"
Everyone immediately separated into an alleyway. The third sister walked over and looked out from the small window of the security door, and was stunned.
A yellow-painted heavy-duty excavator arrived at the splendid parking lot at some point. The huge steel shovel was raised high, facing the door of the club. There were hundreds of people standing around the excavator, all of whom were unified.
He was dressed in work clothes, holding a shovel and a pickaxe in his hands, and a safety helmet on his head, but looking at his tough look, he was definitely not a migrant worker.