Na Yu raised his arms, and Dao's head instinctively flashed backwards. The wine bottle of the Royal Salute hit Dao's face with a rough crack, and a crisp sound from his nose. The wine bottle was not broken, but Dao's nose instantly spit out blood.

"Fuck your mother, you dare to hit my husband." Daodao's female companion opened her teeth and claws to grab Na Yu's face. Unprepared to her guard, there were two more blood on her face.

Na Yu grabbed the head of the skull and pressed it down. He didn't spoil his right leg at all, and kicked the girl's stomach.

"Peng,."

The girl was shot on the sofa with disheveled hair.

"Peng, peng,."

The sofa tray next door made a muffled sound, and Tang Biao, Zhang Feng, and six or seven young men rushed over directly on the sofa and with wine bottles.

"You're just selling B," a young man, about twenty years old, was wearing an orange down jacket and white sports pants, and a fashionable Lei Feng hat on his head. He was dressed very fashionable, with an angry eyebrows slightly glaring, pointing at his female companion and cursing.

His name is Yao Lele, and his direct ace of Yu, is a killer weapon in the human world, and is not afraid of ghosts and gods. It is said that the most awesome thing is that after graduating from middle school, he once slapped his two-mouthed boss, and he went from the open-air toilet alone, using his hands, yes, he used his hand wearing rubber gloves to reach the hole of the pit, took out half a bag of manure, and then stirred it with quick-drying Dolux paint, and shot it five meters away at the school gate, and threw it out the manure bag in his hand.

A classic scene appeared. Since the bag was not tied, Yao Lele raised his hand and at least half a mixture of feces and paint fell on his face, but he still threw it with red eyes and threw it out, accurately hitting the boss's face.

The leader was shocked and angry. He didn't know what was on his face. Yao Lele was also a little scared, afraid of the few friends behind the leader, so the two of them looked at each other in less than five seconds, and turned around and ran away in an instant. When the wind blew, they fucked...

It is said that the leader and he did nothing that night. They used a pencil sharpener to shave dry paint shit on their faces all night, and they became famous in battle, and they were no longer the same name.

There is a universe in the small bag,,,.

"Idiot, your mother is the one who sells B," Daodao's female companion, also a female hooligan, was kicked by Na Yu and immediately started to make a fuss.

"I won't tear you this B-mouth today, you really don't know what your Master Le's story," Yao Lele doesn't care about men and women, so she definitely doesn't spoil her. She jumped and flew directly to the girl, grabbed the woman's hair with her left hand, clenched her right hand into a fist, punched her one punch after another, and pulled her mouth hard.

On the other side, it was completely messed up, not a mess of fighting, but a group of people beating four people, and they were quite messed up. They were as thin as Zhang Feng and could not squeeze forward at all.

"Pengpeng,." Tang Biao held his wife's hand, and Na Yu stepped on the marble table. The two of them held their big leather shoes and stomped on them, holding their heads, holding their heads, and the white suits were tearing all the holes and rolling on the ground.

"Stop hitting, brother, stop hitting, brother, bet, bet, bet, bet, fuck you, bet, bet, bet even if you accept it, bet,..." Daodao covered his head, his stomach was kicked for a while, his throat tightened, and he vomited with a wow.

"I'm not so domineering in society. Why are you? You have to spend 80,000 yuan to buy a dog to show that you are awesome." Na Yu gasped and kicked him again.

"Biaozi, Biaozi, what are you doing? Stop beating," the boss who rushed over pulled Tang Biao's arm and said while pulling the frame.

"Stop hitting,"

The security guard in the venue kindly pulled the others away. Yao Lele shook the security guard's hand with his arm, held the Lei Feng hat, and said to the girl who was covered in blood and had a wide face and was almost in shock: "A stinky guy, tilt his big neck, just be noble. Don't pretend to be your mother's concubine, I'm the prince of Northern Han Liu Liancheng, I'll fuck you specifically, ."

"Okay." The security guard pulled Yao Lele again. The boss frowned, glanced at the ground, turned his head and asked Tang Biao, "What do you mean, brothers can't play here, I have to turn to the wine bottle,"

"I have to try this guy. I can't control the temper of the Northeast underworld. I'm sorry, Dajun," Tang Biao turned his head and stared at Dajun, staring at Dajun and said with his straight eyes.

"Oh, isn't this a minor trait?" Dadao covered his head and raised his head with difficulty. Dajun lowered his head and happened to see his deformed face.

"My mother, wait, I will definitely kill you," Daodao saw that the boss was coming, and he immediately came to his mind. He pulled his neck, covered his head, and shouted fiercely.

"Haha, come on, hurry up and kill me. I don't want to live anymore." Tang Biao gritted his teeth and was about to step forward again, but the boss stretched out his arm, blocked him in the middle, and frowned at Dao, saying, "Xiaodao, say less,."

"Do you still want to do it?" Daodao shouted at the boss like a mad dog.

"You'll have the final say or not," the boss asked speechlessly.

"Believe it or not, I will call you and you will close the door tomorrow."

"Haha, Xiaodao, there are not ten slow-shaking companies, and there are eight companies. The competition is too fierce. This is how you can call and you can close one. I will give you five million. Whoever is the one who is born from a turtle, you can call me, I will see what JB energy you have," the boss laughed, turned around, patted Tang Biao on the shoulder, and whispered: "I'm a fool, I'll take care of him, it's nothing, I'll leave first."

"How much should I give it to you later," Tang Biao nodded and said.

"No trouble, money is a trivial matter," the boss said meaningfully, turned around and left with the security guard.

As soon as the boss left, Dao narrowed his teeth again, not daring to bare his teeth, looked at Tang Biao who was walking over in horror, and asked with trembling teeth: "What do you want to... do."

"...I'm using paper to wipe my shoes. Even if you are like this, you dare to appear in the nightclub in the Northeast. You can live until now. It's really fucking high," Tang Biao said with great contempt. He picked up two pieces of paper, wiped his shoes, turned around and took his coat, and led his wife away.

Na Yu and others left 20,000 yuan for the waiter and followed Tang Biao.

After leaving the door, everyone got into three cars and headed straight to the East China Sea Dragon Palace. In the car, Tang Biao frowned, took out the phone, dialed Qingzhong's number, and after answering, he said straight to the point: "Brother, I started working with someone just now."

"What do you do if you call me for this?" Qingzhong cursed in a daze.
Chapter completed!