Faced with Huang Xiaobei's weird expression, Ma Liuye didn't pay attention.
It doesn't matter, anyway, people who have heard the name of their gang over the years have either run away in fear or rolled on the ground laughing, it doesn't matter.
Qing Hong, what's wrong? Qing Hong is so good, especially the word "Hong", so powerful. I remember when my elder brother came up with this name, he thought about it for three days.
If Huang Xiaobei knew what Ma Liuye was thinking, he would definitely complain loudly.
"It only took three days to come up with such a Qinghong Gang?! Mr. Dao, you are so stupid! Mr. Dao, you were not thinking about the name of the gang in those three days, were you? You were just thinking about which word to use for plagiarism would be more powerful.
Come on! Can't you just copy some good words when you plagiarize? Qinghong... Will you die if you call me Qinghong? I don't know, I really thought you were a semi-colon of the Shanghai Youth Gang!"
"Behave well, kid. Maybe one day when big brother is in a good mood, he will absorb you into the gang." Ma Liuye said and drew a big pie for Huang Xiaobei.
Huang Xiaobei raised his head slightly and looked at the hotel's large chandelier.
Absorb into the so-called Qinghong Gang?
Damn it, just let me fuck you to death!
I would rather die from exhaustion than join that bullshit Qinghong Gang!!
"Hey, what are you thinking about when you lower your head? Are you secretly saying bad things about us? Hurry up, don't you go to pay the bill if you don't see that bald donkey finished eating. Be careful, I will add two years to your sentence!"
Ma Liuye raised his leg and kicked Huang Xiaobei aside, and continued to gnaw on the chicken bones.
Huang Xiaobei patted his butt, sighed, and stopped thinking about the evil Qinghong Gang. He trotted to stop Tang Seng, who was about to leave after finishing his meal.
Standing in front of Tang Monk, Huang Xiaobei said with a smile: "Master, have you eaten? What, I haven't paid for the meal yet, a total of one hundred and eighty."
Tang Seng's face became increasingly red after eating oil for a day, but at this moment, listening to Huang Xiaobei's words, Tang Seng was stunned for a moment, "Do I still need to pay for food?"
Huang Xiaobei suddenly lost his temper, what kind of monk is this? Do you want to pay for the meal?
Fortunately, Tang Seng realized quickly that this was not heaven, and of course you had to pay for food.
"Oh, I was kidding you just now. Isn't it just money? The poor monk can get as much as he wants. Just wait. The poor monk will give you more, and you still have a tip."
Huang Xiaobei looked at Tang Seng suspiciously and looked him up and down several times, wondering secretly in his heart.
This monk is well dressed, but is he... really rich?
As usual, Tang Seng put his right hand behind his back. After a while, he took it out confidently and proudly said to Huang Xiaobei: "How about it? It's a lot of money, right? Hey, don't stare so big.
Don’t worry, apart from the meal money, the rest is all tips for you.”
Huang Xiaobei raised his head in shock, his big eyes wide open.
"Are you a freeloader?"
"Hey, why are you talking? What do you mean... Oops, it didn't come out. Sorry, please wait a moment."
Next, Huang Xiaobei watched Tang Seng put his hands behind his back again and again, and then took them out again and again.
Looking at this scene in front of him, Huang Xiaobei was shocked.
You are a freeloader, you are indeed a freeloader! Speaking of which, this monk is very courageous. He dares to come here to eat for free. He is really not afraid of being thrown into the sea to feed the fish by the heroes of the Qinghong Gang.
He changed it more than a dozen times in a row, but every time he didn't change the money as he imagined. Tang Seng was a little anxious, thinking what was wrong, why wasn't his magic power working?
In the end, Tang Seng gave up and calmly opened his hands and said with a smile: "What about that? I had a little problem today, so I owe you the food for now, and I will bring it to you tomorrow."
"Master Liu, someone is freeloading." Huang Xiaobei stepped back step by step and said weakly.
When Tang Monk saw Huang Xiaobei starting to call for people, he became a little panicked.
"I said, little benefactor, please stop yelling. The poor monk is not a freeloader. The poor monk is rich, really rich. Besides, you may not know who I am. I am Tang Sanzang. I went to the West to get it back then.
Zhenjing, you think based on this relationship, it’s not an exaggeration for you to treat me to a meal, right?”
"Sixth Master, come quickly! There is a shameless freeloader! Throw this bastard into the sea and feed it to the fish!"
Huang Xiaobei screamed at the top of his lungs. To put it bluntly, his voice could scare anyone with a weak heart into fainting.
The main reason is that Huang Xiaobei was also shocked. Damn it, you are a bald donkey. If you don’t have money, you have no money. Did you make up such a magical reason? Tang Sanzang! Why didn’t you say that you were the Tathagata Buddha?
Has the quality of scammers dropped so low now? If this continues, scammers like you will have to starve yourself to death!
As soon as he heard that someone came to the hotel to eat for free, Mr. Liu became angry.
"What! You dare to come to our hotel and eat for free?! Damn it, you really think our Qinghong Gang is just a copycat trash!"
Admit it! Admit it! You all say that you are a copycat waste! Damn it, maybe your gang, including Dao Master and Master Sun, one of the Eight Great Vajras, does not have more than ten people in total.
Bar!
Well, it seems that if you find an opportunity, you still have to run.
Huang Xiaobei was complaining in his mind and thinking about how to run away, but soon he couldn't complain anymore and at the same time he no longer dared to have the idea of escape.
Because following a call from Ma Liuye, in less than two minutes, more than thirty men in black poured in from the hotel door. Although each of them was empty-handed,...
.....
"Swish, swish, swish!" More than thirty pistols were pulled out from the waist of the man in black at the same time, aiming at Tang Seng and Huang Xiaobei, who was standing in front of Tang Seng.
I think I'm exaggerating too much!
I know that you are the largest gangster in this city, but you don’t want to take out more than thirty pistols when you see a freeloader! Aren’t you afraid of hitting your own people? Even if you can’t hit your own people, it’s not good to hit the tables, chairs and benches.