For four or five people, they are all pretty good, with almost no one like the mother chicken body, and they have knives on them. I don’t know anything else, but when we are doing nightclubs here, the police station has regulations and must be posted in a conspicuous position with a banner prohibiting carrying controlled knives.

But it has almost no effect. For example, if you see a kid who looks like a radish head, you don’t wear much, but when the mother fights, she doesn’t know where to take out a machete that is more than a half meters long, and it’s like they’re doing magic. That’s a weird thing.

The leading young man stabbed the empty-handed man with a beer bottle on his face. Although it was not broken, the bones on the bridge of his nose collapsed. The young man touched his nose randomly, his eyes were full of evil spirits, and he grabbed the slap, and rushed to the girl's mouth again.

"puff,."

The young man in the down jacket suddenly pulled the girl's neck closer to her arms, then lowered her head and hit the door frame with a thud with the girl. The young man in the lead shot and kicked him directly on the waist. The two of them immediately lay on the steps.

"Peng,."

A beer bottle slammed roughly on the young man's head, and a sound similar to a kick came from the sound of a sound. The wine bottle burst, and the beer foam flowed down his neck into his clothes with the blood that had just flowed out.

"Fuck your mother, beat him to death." The young man covered his nose, raised his legs, and slashed it downwards, hitting the young man in the down jacket's head, and a clanging sound suddenly made on the ground.

"Your mom is a B, I won't fight back, you're not done yet, right?" The young man lying on the ground was hit hard by continuous heavy blows and was completely frightened. He pressed his head down, his hands were placed on the steps, and he rushed up with a rubbing sound.

"Peng."

The young man waved his hand and grabbed a person's hair, turned around suddenly, pushed the other person's head with both hands, and ran to the wine cabinet.

"Peng,."

The man's head hit the wine cabinet and was stunned. The young man in the down jacket tilted his eyes, grabbed his hair tightly, and pressed it down again roughly.

"Peng, huh, huh."

The thin glass wine cabinet suddenly cracked. The man's head passed through countless glass pieces and pierced directly in. Then he suddenly moved and dared not move. His face was covered in blood and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Your mother is shameless, right?" Binbin took off his suit and reached out to grab it directly. A young man who was still tying a beer bottle with a young man raised the rubber stick, gritted his teeth in his face, and slapped it four or five times like crazy.

"Peng,." Another rubber stick suddenly flew over and directly sucked on the head of the young man in the down jacket.

“Hulala,.”

More than 20 security guards ran over six or seven corners in the dance floor. Four or five people gathered together. They raised the intercom and pulled someone over. They smashed them hard. After they hit them, they raised their leather shoes and kicked them in a hurry, and then kicked them directly to the ground.

"Give you a step, if you don't go down, you have to climb up. What's the point, bullying me a good temper." Binbin rolled up his sleeves and frowned and asked the young man in the down jacket.

The young man pursed his lips, lowered his head and leaned against the wine cabinet, covered his arms and back with his palms, and said nothing about blood all over his body.

"Are you talking?" Binbin asked, looking at the other people.

"Brother, we must have heard of Caesar's name. There is absolutely no other meaning in fighting here. I just drank some cat urine and played with impulse punishment. I had 20,000 yuan in my bag. You left us five thousand stitches, and you could take away the rest." The leading young man stood up with his head covering his head, tore off roughly, and said with his bare shirt.

"Fuck, I won't poke you guys who can talk. I'll leave 10,000, you can go." Binbin nodded, took the 10,000 yuan, handed it to the waiter, and asked at the young man in the down jacket squatting on the ground, "Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Brother, I only have two thousand yuan in my pocket. If you want it, take it away." The young man gritted his teeth, touched his trouser pocket, and raised his head and said to Binbin.

"The wine cabinet behind you is 30,000 yuan, I will give you 2,000 yuan, and you can make up for 28,000 yuan by yourself." Binbin said a little annoyed. He felt that the two people in front of him were a little unreasonable. He made a big fuss and gave it to the steps. He was still asking for trouble. He didn't appreciate it at all. Can Binbin be kind?

"Why do we give money? They will do it first? If not, we will call the police." The girl who was a little stunned suddenly made another sentence.

Binbin frowned and glanced at her, without saying anything at all.

"I'll make a call, okay, buddy?" the young man in the down jacket squatting on the ground stood up and took out the phone and asked.

"Okay, fight." Binbin nodded, then shouted to the security guard: "Don't block here, clean up here, hurry up."

"Come here, two of you." Binbin pointed to the young man and the girl, said, and walked outside.

The three people came to the living room. The young man made three calls with an extremely hesitant face, all of which reminded: "Hello, no one answered the call you made yet."

"Brother, you see, no one answered the phone." The young man said anxiously.

"You are quite a big man, you can't handle 30,000 or 20,000 yuan." Binbin cursed speechlessly with his eyes slanted.

"Does it have something to do with you? You just want to extort two money? What are you pretending?" the girl gave Binbin a blank look and muttered.

"You fucking chat with me, it's better not to walk on the heels, do you hear that?" Binbin stared at the eyes in disgust and cursed at the girl.

"Who are you fucking with?" the girl said with her eyes wide open and stammering her small neck.

"Can you just calm down for a while? If you don't let you come, you have to come. Come on, it's comfortable to have a fight. You're going to sew it on your mother's mouth," the young man in the down jacket who could not make a phone call was already very annoyed. This time he couldn't control himself and became angry.

The girl looked at the young man's mouth and turned her head to look out the door.

"There are four hours left after get off work. How can you raise 20,000 yuan? Xiao'er, look at them." Binbin had no time to waste here, said casually, turned around and left.

In fact, Binbin didn’t really have to ask for the 20,000 yuan, mainly because the stupid girl was stimulated by him. Don’t you owe you? OK, then let’s cure your ulterior motive!

After Binbin left, the young man in the down jacket and the girl stood in the corridor. Two security guards at the door, carrying their hands behind their backs, smiling and chatting while staring at them. The young man had no choice but to cover his bleeding arms and continue to make a phone call.
Chapter completed!