801. Chapter 801 My Buddha is merciful, you are welcome
When the man picked up the beer bottle and threw it at the fat monk, the fat monk seemed to be frightened and couldn't move. Su Lin really couldn't stand it anymore, so he shot like lightning and threw the flying bottle away. Caught.
And Shen Siyin would not miss such a good opportunity. No one noticed her. After all, she was a girl. Who could have imagined that it was not these men who took action first, but her, a woman.
So, when everyone was unprepared, she picked up the bottle of liquor that Su Lin had not finished drinking just now, swung it up and smashed it towards the man's head.
She and Su Lin cooperated very well and perfectly.
I hate those people who fight without saying hello the most.
Shen Siyin's action just now was clean and unexpected. Who would have thought that such a charming little girl could be so sophisticated and ruthless?
Su Lin's face was full of innocence. You were obviously bullying me, so why did you involve me?
The man was hit by Shen Siyin's bottle of wine, which made his head feel dizzy and his body was shaky.
He turned around, looked at the innocent Shen Siyin, and said, "Brothers, don't say goodbye to any of them—!"
Damn, this guy also has a silver-like wax gun tip. Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a "plop".
As soon as he closed his eyes, he fainted.
The owner of the restaurant has already gone into hiding, and he can't afford to hide if he can't be provoked. At this time, he can only pray silently in his heart that Su Lin and others can treat his small restaurant more gently.
"Damn it, you dare to touch our boss! You are impatient..." One of the men's subordinates rushed towards Su Lin with a beer bottle.
Su Lin felt even more aggrieved.
Hey, do you have eyes?
I scared your dog eyes. Which of your eyes saw me beating someone? The person who beat people is not me. Can you please stop unjustly accusing a good person?
Is there any truth in this world?
However, although Su Lin was thinking so in his heart, his movements were not slow. He kicked out, and then the younger brother who rushed towards him hit Su Lin's toes as if he was rushing to reincarnate. superior.
The man let out a cry of pain, then bent over, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
Another man ran after him, but he was smarter. Seeing that his companion made Su Lin feel as if he was in a state of orgasm with just one move, how could he dare to continue?
No, he wanted to turn around and run away, but the inertia of his body made him continue to rush towards Su Lin.
At this time, he was in such a situation - a dilemma.
Su Lin really didn't want to embarrass him.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his right hand, and then pulled it out with his backhand.
Su Lin's slap was so powerful that the man was dizzy and his ears were ringing, and he rushed towards the door uncontrollably.
The fat boss, who had been hiding under the table and paying attention to the development of the situation, couldn't help shouting at this time: "My door——!"
At this time, the old man Niubi who was standing near the door suddenly stretched out his rough palms, like the talons of a goshawk. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's collar. Before his body was about to collapse, When he hit the glass door, he pulled hard and pulled him back.
The young man's heart was racing, he was panting, and he couldn't help but swallow.
He glanced at the old man with confusion and said, "Thank you!"
"Bang--!"
The fat monk on the side picked up a wine bottle, hit him hard on the head, and said with a smile: "I am merciful, you are welcome!"
When the old Taoist saw the person he saved falling limply to the ground, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Fat monk, what do you mean? Why did you knock him down?"
The fat monk's face was innocent, his eyes looked at the wise old man as if he were an idiot, and he asked: "Aren't we fighting now?"
"Yes!" The old Taoist priest glanced at Su Lin suspiciously and replied.
"Then why can't the poor monk knock him down?"
"Infinite Heavenly Lord - I mean the old man - he has been subdued by us and has temporarily lost the ability to hurt others. In fact, there is no need to beat people like this - it is a bit too cruel!"
"I'm sorry." The fat monk was a little embarrassed and scratched his bald head with a red face. "The poor monk didn't do anything for a long time. He was really too excited."
"..."
The last bald man saw his boss and several of his companions being cut down as easily as tofu with a knife, his face full of horror and disbelief.
How can they be so strong?
When he saw Su Lin and the violent fat monk looking at each other with evil eyes, as if they were looking at a naked little wife, he couldn't help but shudder.
He picked up a wine bottle from the table, raised it with both hands, and shouted to Su Lin and the others: "You guys, don't come over. If you dare, dare to come over, I, I will knock myself out!"
"Bang--!"
As he said that, he ignored Su Lin and the others, picked up the wine bottle and smashed it at his head.
Because he was too nervous just now, he used inappropriate force. As a result, his head was broken, but the bottle was still intact.
Bright blood flowed from his bald head and soon stained his face red along his cheeks.
"Amitabha, the wine bottle is not broken." The fat monk made a Buddha name and looked at him and said.
"I, I'll do it again!" the bald man said.
"Bang--!"
The man tried again, but the bottle still didn't break.
The bald man was about to cry. He swung the bottle again, smashed it on his head, and shouted: "I'm broken——"
Not broken yet!
"Break it for me!"
Still not broken!
"I'll let you break! Break, break, break—!"
The bald man kept throwing wine bottles at his head.
The sound of banging and banging was endless, but the wine bottle seemed to be working against him and would not break.
Su Lin couldn't bear to look at it. How bad is this guy's luck? He actually chose such a strong wine bottle. At the same time, he glanced at the fat monk standing next to him and thought to himself: Why should a bald head embarrass a bald head?
The bald man's head was dripping with blood, and his whole face was stained red with blood. He wiped the blood on his face, looked at the fat monk with a tearful voice, and said, "Can I change a wine bottle?"
It is estimated that the fat monk was a little bit unbearable and had a kind heart in his heart, so he nodded and said: "Amitabha, please lie down!"
"Thank you, thank you——!" The bald man's face was full of gratitude. He lay down numbly on the ground and closed his eyes to pretend that he was dead.