Looking at the excited Feilong in front of him, Mu Zilong could feel that this guy was a more impatient person, and he would be the kind of person who was becoming more and more crazy and on the verge of extremes. From his expression of looking at him, the kind of excitement that he could hold back, unless he was drinking.

Standing opposite Mu Zilong, Feilong's alcohol scent blew across Mu Zilong's face with the breeze. If he had drunk alcohol, Mu Zilong would have to take back what he said just now.

The candy water bag in his left hand was kicked over to the ground. With such a back leg posture, Mu Zilong was sure that this big boss would definitely not be a character like Ah Cat or A Gou, and he still had an impression of him. The scene where Brother Li bar held a machete with a bunch of brothers in the bar, but Feilong seemed to have forgotten Mu Zilong's face. This is not that Mu Zilong is easily forgotten. Maybe he has not had a sharp memory of human faces. To put it bluntly, it is facial blindness.

"Everyone from Hong Sheng dares to provoke him, I thought he was a powerful guy." Feilong took the battle posture and looked at Mu Zilong with excitement, but Mu Zilong knew that this guy had drunk his mouth and his face was rosy and shiny.

I glanced at the new gangsters not far away, and they also saw more than ten companions lying on the ground. From their eyes, I was indeed quite suspicious of Mu Zilong in front of me. If a person can do more than ten people, wouldn’t such skills be less than that of his own Feilong Brother?

Mu Zilong didn't talk nonsense, because Feilong didn't give him a chance to speak at all, so it was not easy to calm down when he was drunk. His blood was soaring that he just said something by himself and immediately came over. Passersby who were about to leave had stopped again because of this new situation. They were also reluctant to leave Mu Zilong's high skills.

The twists and turns tonight were really difficult. Mu Zilong didn’t know that he would be like this as soon as he left the mountain.

Feilong did not bring his machete this time. Even so, it was still quite powerful when it started, but it was more due to alcohol and contempt for Mu Zilong, so it was easy to fight with the help of letting go of his hands.

Mu Zilong originally wanted to put down the other bag of candy water before fighting with Feilong. After all, these two bags cost him one or two hundred yuan, so he couldn't just waste the water.

At the beginning, facing Feilong's aggressiveness, Mu Zilong just avoided it. He wanted to find out Feilong's movements because this guy was still not easy to deal with. The most important thing is that Mu Zilong felt the danger of a gangster in the community. If he couldn't beat him, he would call him. If he couldn't beat him, he would call him again. If he kept going like this, wouldn't he die before he could get out of the army and would have to stop in a few days?

But now any concerns can only be solved by the drunkard in front of you.

Feilong's fist and kicking was a mess. I wonder if this is his way or he was still using the drunken fist. In short, Mu Zilong looked at it in a daze. Before he knew it, Mu Zilong was still a little worried, so he didn't dare to fight back too rashly, and the younger brothers he brought had not taken action.

For the first time, Mu Zilong felt the weakness of being weak. At this time, it would be great if there were a group of little brothers to protect themselves from the wind and rain. Like those gangsters just now, it was a waste of physical strength to fight with them.

"Boy, why are you hiding? You don't want to leave today if you hit me!" Feilong attacked Mu Zilong all the way, and Mu Zilong was forced to the stall without realizing it and almost hit him. After a glance at the stall owner, he looked worried. Of course, he was still concerned about the guys who were eating by himself, not the evil gods like Mu Zilong.

Mu Zilong turned around, Feilong raised his leg and slashed the stall instantly. This was a stall selling clothes. It was a little higher-end. It did not place it on the ground, but set up wooden boards to make the product look high-end and layered, and the so-called packaging effect.

The vendor is a middle-aged woman. Although her face looks like a very quarrel-like type, she has a flat catfish mouth. As the saying goes, a big mouth eats all over the place, so Mu Zilong thinks she should be quite able to say it. These are all thoughts that Mu Zilong glanced at it, but at this time the vendor looked scared. Facing Feilong's big waist and round face, the vendor did not dare to ask anything.

When he avoided an axe, Mu Zilong turned around and didn't stand firm yet. Feilong had to say that he was quite cruel. He saw the stall next to him with the fried chestnuts and kicked Mu Zilong with one pot.

The warm cinderzi instantly looked like Qian Nu scattered flowers. Not only Mu Zilong, but also passers-by who were watching the show and the younger brothers brought by the flying dragon were affected.

"Brother Feilong is drunk?" Even the younger brothers were a little worried when they looked at their boss's behavior. After all, this matter was not about the vendors. If you even disrupt other people's business, it would be a bit unfulfilling morality.

The cinders scattered from the air, making shouts around them. Many people couldn't help but take a few steps back. They were unlucky, like the stalls that sold Kanto and the soup tanks were filled with cinders. The soup that was originally quite clean became turbid and dark, and the thing must not be sold.

When Cyclone swept over, Mu Zilong was shocked by the selfless behavior of Feilong, he still reached out to block it. Out of instinct? But Feilong, who was drunk, couldn't hold it back at all. After kicking the chestnut pot, he jumped over and punched Mu Zilong again.

The flying dragon just kicked the chestnut pot over. When the pot was still in the air, he jumped and punched it. Not to mention that this guy was really fierce after drinking, and the speed was fast. He didn't even need to think about it and just fucked it. Mu Zilong's vague impression of him in the bar, although he was also an impulsive and passionate old-fashioned type, watching others beat him and experience it personally was completely different.

Not only did the cinders fall on Mu Zilong's body, but even Feilong himself was deeply influenced by it. However, he didn't care at all, and let the black cinders affect him. This was a bit like fighting bloody battle.

Mu Zilong was punched by Feilong, and then he took a few steps back. His arms were a little numb. This guy couldn't hold back his strength after drinking, so it was basically a full blow.

The bag of sugar water that had not yet been put down was torn apart by this punch. The bag was broken, and the sugar water was spilled all over the floor. Mu Zilong was empty at this time, holding half of the plastic bag with his mouth, looking at Feilong with an unstoppable look, and felt helpless. Under this attitude, if he was not beaten to death, this guy would never stop. He was such a crazy person.

Mu Zilong clenched his fists and thought that since that was the case, he could only fight him with all his might. Even if it was Hong Sheng, in order to survive today, he could only sober up.

Before he could stand firm, the Feilong rushed towards Mu Zilong again, which made everyone sweat for Mu Zilong, even his younger brothers. This Feilong was quite strong and rude, and they were all like this. Now after drinking, he couldn't stop the alcohol from instigating him. Everyone was worried about Mu Zilong, for fear that the handsome young man in front of him would pass away at a young age.

Seeing the seriousness of the situation, some people have begun to call the police because this is completely different from the small fight just now, and it has violated the personal interests and safety of people around.
Chapter completed!