Wang Fu raised his voice and raised the fat on his face, and his appearance naturally became a little fierce. Those present here were white-collar executives from some nearby companies. They are usually good citizens who abide by the law. What they are most afraid of is
This is the kind of evil person.
After Wang Fu finished shouting in a loud voice, no matter how much the people present believed what he said, they all did not dare to speak out and looked at him quietly.
Gulu...
One of them, a girl in her twenties, was so frightened that she burped loudly.
Someone stood up and wanted to leave. Wang Fu yelled at him, "Sit down for me. I want you to open your eyes today and see what it means to be a scumbag. Brother Wang, I'll leave your words here today."
, if anyone dares to leave this house, I guarantee that he will be beaten until he doesn’t even know his own mother!”
The person who just stood up was a gentle man in his thirties wearing glasses. When he heard this, his legs softened in fear and he sat down on the chair.
Opposite the man was a fair-skinned girl, and the two looked like they were on a blind date. The girl immediately rolled her eyes at the man, obviously dissatisfied with his timid behavior.
The entire hotel lobby became quiet. People on the second and third floors, unaware of the situation, began to gather around and go down the stairs, ready to watch the excitement.
The person walking at the front was a bald man who looked to be in his fifties. He had a drake voice. He was laughing loudly with the strength of two ounces of wine and said to the people behind him: "Come down quickly."
Watch the fun, watch the fun!"
Whoosh...
As soon as he finished speaking, an empty Moutai bottle flew several 360 degrees in the air and hit the shiny forehead with a snap.
The man's vision went dark, and he stumbled backwards, bumping into a fat woman weighing two hundred kilograms. The woman screamed, as if she had been molested, and the man covered her with one hand.
He raised his forehead and took it off to see that the scarlet blood was flowing down his palm. His eyes turned white and he fainted immediately...
The fat woman behind her was about to scream again, "Oh my God, I killed someone, my God..."
"Shut up!"
Wang Fu picked up another wine bottle, and the fat woman was so frightened that she put her fat and oily hands into her mouth, "Don't be so cute for me!"
"I……"
The fat woman choked and wanted to cry, but Wang Fu's eyes widened and he was so frightened that he held it back. He turned around and looked with a resentful look on his face. He originally wanted to ask his man to stand up and support him, but after scanning around
didn't see it,
I felt someone pulling me on my leg. When I looked down, I saw his thin and frail boyfriend wearing glasses squatting on the ground and shivering. When the fat woman got angry, this useless useless thing sat down directly.
.
"Ayo!"
With a scream, the thin man was slapped on the buttocks, and he immediately felt like his brains were about to be ripped out.
Wang Fu said to a group of stunned people at the stairs: "Anyone who wants to watch the excitement should calm down. If anyone makes any noise again, don't blame the fat man. I'm welcome!" After saying that, he shook the hair on his head and said, "Okay."
A majestic and elegant one.
Hou Xiaobao gave a thumbs up without hesitation, and the others also turned around to look in admiration. Wang Fu turned around and grinned at Lin Kun, saying: "What do you think, boss?"
Lin Kun gave two thumbs up and said with a smile: "You are so awesome!"
Wang Fu laughed heartily. The one with the ugliest face in the whole hotel right now was Li Chuansan. His shop was smashed and his customers were beaten. He was so powerful now. What made him even more irritated was that he
That little coquettish wife was actually flirting with the pretty guy in that group, it was so numb!
Rumble...
Less than ten minutes later, there was a sound of motorcycles outside, and a dozen motorcycles were parked in front of the hotel. They were all mountain bikes, the kind with wheels on them, with exhaust pipes sitting on them.
The one under the butt.
This kind of motorcycle has excellent off-road performance and is suitable for mountain riding, but when riding this thing in the city, it is noisy and just shows off.
The leader was a man wearing a leather vest, a cockscomb head, a big earring on his ear, and a pair of jeans with holes all over his legs.
This look is a typical killer look. If he is a young man in his twenties, he must be cool. But the key point is that this man is almost forty at first glance. He is tall, ugly and strong.
At first glance, it looks like a small landmine.
The men were followed by young people in their twenties, all of them dressed in strange shapes. Some cars also carried girls who were also unconventional. After these people got off the cars, they pulled out steel pipe machetes.
Waiting for everyone, they walked into the hotel under the leadership of Uncle Shamat, who was the leader.
Two words - majesty!
Bang!
The glass door of the hotel was kicked open, and the leader, a short and sturdy man, walked in. He raised his voice and shouted at Li Chuansan: "Little plum, who is causing trouble here!"
When Li Chuansan saw the savior coming, he was moved to tears and was about to go up to him. However, before he could open his mouth, a curse rang out. Wang Fu glared at the leader, Uncle Shamat, and said: "It doesn't matter how long you are.
Are you blind? Why the hell are the people at my table making trouble here, and you can’t see it?"
Li Chuansan was stunned and looked at Uncle Shamat blankly, "Liao...Brother Liao..."
Uncle Shamat, who was called Brother Liao, frowned into a king shape and walked towards Wang Fu with square steps, carrying a bright steel pipe in his hand.
Lin Kun glanced at Brother Liao's footsteps and whispered to Wang Fu: "He is a practicing master."
Wang Fu nodded, indicating that he understood, and passed with a wine bottle in his hand.
call……
The attack range of the steel pipe was larger than that of the wine bottle, so Brother Shamate Liao naturally struck first. He slashed the steel pipe violently in mid-air and hit Wang Fu head and face.
Wang Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, and two cold rays of light shot out. Instead of retreating, he grabbed the steel pipe with one hand, and smashed the wine bottle at Brother Liao with the other hand.
Looking at Wang Fu's big hand, he was about to grab the steel pipe that was smashed down. At this moment, he saw a frivolous arc on the corner of Brother Liao's mouth. The steel pipe suddenly stopped, and with a quick change, he moved toward Wang Fu.
The belly was poked.
The distance was too close, and Wang Fu took the initiative to meet him again. This move was obviously inevitable. Wang Fu also realized the danger, but it was impossible to brake. He could only watch his stomach being hit by the hard steel pipe.
Hit.
"ah!"
Wang Fu screamed in pain, and the wine bottle in his hand naturally fell empty. He quickly stepped back and hit the table behind him with a bang. He supported the table with his hands and wanted to go forward again.
The pain made his body stagger.
"Stop being brave." Lin Kun stood up.
"What the hell, you're so careless." Wang Fu said bitterly through gritted teeth.
Lin Kun nodded. At this time, Chen Haitao, who had not said a word, stood up, looked at Lin Kun resolutely, and said: "Brother Kun, let me try..." (To be continued)