Chapter 186 Bloody Battle (Part 1)

After strode in, a waitress came over immediately: handsome guy, how many people? I stretched out my fingers: one

Oh, the handsome guy will come to sing by himself, okay, open a room for 200 yuan, choose a sister by yourself, she smiled at me and took me to the front desk, and I shook my head: Sister, I'm here to find someone, don't sing

Looking for someone? She is a little unhappy, who are you looking for?

Wang Cheng I took a secret thigh, how could she know who Wang Cheng was? I forgot to ask the maid to ask which room she was in.

She shook her head and waved her hand: I don’t know you, don’t know, where do I know you students? What else do I want to say? She has pushed me outside, pushing and muttering why I’m not here to sing. When I was about to be pushed out of the door, I suddenly found a figure in the corner in front of me, which seemed to be the pimple-shaped pineapple face. I hurriedly said: I found it, my buddy is there.

Without saying anything, I broke away from her arms and walked forward. She muttered something behind her. I quickly covered up the violent music. I moved to the corner and saw that it was a toilet. The pineapple face should have gone to the toilet. I saw that no one walked into the men's bathroom. The pineapple face was peeing and singing. I haven't sang enough in the private room yet?

I walked behind him and patted him on the shoulder. He drank a lot, and said vaguely: My grass, who, who, what, google, don't disturb me urinating

You look back and see who I am. I twisted his neck and he hurt me. He started to scold: I fuck your mother, are you looking for death? When he opened his eyes and saw that it was me, he was stunned and retreated: Zhang, Zhang Qing? I nodded and pulled him over and punched me: I will have you if I hit my buddy that day.

He wanted to stand up and resist, so I punched him in the armpit. You lie down honestly, where is Wang Cheng in the room

He glared at me and held back the pain and hummed:

Humph, the first one in the right hand on the corner of the second floor. Today, you dare to go in and let you come out horizontally. He may be very confident in his own hands and told me the room directly. After hearing this, I smiled helplessly: I will let you stay here first. Thinking of the mistress's injury, I felt cruel in my heart. I raised his head and grabbed him with one hand and hit him on the wall. He lay there without saying a word.

I gasped and stood up and walked upstairs. As soon as I went up the second floor, I heard a sing of ghosts and howling from my right hand. I slowly walked up and looked in through the glass window on the door. There were more than a dozen people in it. I targeted Wang Cheng. He was hugging a little girl and putting his hands on him. I kicked the door open and rushed in. Before they could react, I picked up a bottle of wine and jumped over from the coffee table to Wang Cheng's forehead. When the blood flowed out of Wang Cheng's head, the singing had not stopped. Without saying a word, I turned around and looked at him with a few shirtless people. I grabbed the bottle of wine on the coffee table and patted it. The screams of the little girls made them a little awake. Wang Cheng covered the blood on his head and pointed at me and shouted: It's Zhang Qing, go, go, go

After saying that, he covered his head and groaned a few times. My first choice is because of him. First, he is the one I want to beat the most. Second, he is the president of Taekwondo. He has some skills. He will first capture the king, so that he can't act. I can relieve some pressure.

Soon they rushed up, completely different from what they were in the movie. A bunch of people surrounded one person, and they all stabbed them hard. I was very focused and I didn't want to avoid all fists and feet. I just tried to make one of them lie down every time I punched or kicked my legs. Except for two or three who made me hit the bottle, there were seven or eight others around me. Seeing that they were not students, someone held the bottle and patted my temple. The hand was even more ruthless than me. I put my arm around my wrist and punched his right hand directly from bottom to top and hit his chin. He fell back and fainted. At the same time, a microphone was also hit on my shoulder. Two fists were hard to beat four hands. These people were gangsters who usually fought when they were fine. They were not as hard as students.

Several little girls ran out with their heads covered, and I also put down five or six, but I also got fists, wine bottles and microphones. My waist hurt so much that I couldn't straighten it anymore. But when I think of the mistress's ribs, nose bridge, internal and external injuries, I felt a sense of strength in my heart, that is: kill you

There were many people around outside, all the little sisters and waiters who came over to listen to the sound, and the security guards didn't dare to come over.

I wiped the blood on my face and roared and rushed forward and jumped up. I kicked the other person holding the wine bottle to the ground. But when he fell to the ground, he grabbed my foot and pulled it down, and I fell to the ground. When the few people saw me falling, they rushed over and greeted me. I was immediately hit by a few strokes all over my body. I held their fists and stood up and kicked the people around me. At this time, I was completely desperate to play. When there were only four of them left, I heard someone shouting: "Has he done it, forget, go get the guy."

Then a boy suddenly pulled out a machete from under the sofa, and then the three people also pulled out the machete. My feverish head suddenly calmed down. My grass, don't tell me about my life here today

I just fucked it down by me and slapped it and snatched it to me and scolded my mother and chopped it on me. The shaky machete flashed in my eyes. The anger in my heart was aroused again. Are you sowing me? I won't tell you to beat me, but I'll still be fighting with me. If you want me to die, I won't let you live.

I squatted down and avoided his knife. I grabbed his hair and jumped up and knocked hard on my knees. I heard the sound of his nose shattering. I picked up the knife from him and pointed it at them and shouted: Fuck you mother, who are you not afraid of death? Today I will accompany you. I just need to cut one to death. No one else can live. I will die one of them. I will die ten of them.

The scene at this time is very similar to the scene of the gang fighting in the movie. I thought it was so unreal, but I didn't expect it to happen to me. My hand holding the machete trembled a little. I didn't want to see my knife stabbed into their skin, but I have always been a person who doesn't like passiveness. If I tie my hands and feet, then I might be killed by them today by them.

These gangsters, no matter how serious they cut people, they will run away if they are killed, and if they are not killed, they will stay still if they are stopped if they are killed.

I stood there with my knife in my hands, not having time to think about whether survival and destruction are worth considering.