American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Ah Wei swaggered forward, full of bluster, planted a foot on a chair, and pointed at Mao Shanming's nose, shouting, "What are you doing here?"

This kick was too sudden, tearing off a corner of Da Bao's new clothes. Da Bao jumped up, his face turning green with anger as he looked at the missing piece.

"Nothing, just eating!"

Mao Shanming didn't want to cause trouble. He was just there to freeload, and this person in front of him was not only the security captain but also Lin Jiu's disciple, a person of special status. Offending him would do no good.

Unfortunately, things would never develop as he imagined. Seeing Mao Shanming's lack of imposing manner, Ah Wei became even more arrogant.

"Ha, when our security team was risking their lives to fight the bandits, where were you? But when it came time to celebrate, you were the first to appear!

Let me tell you, although our town is wealthy, we don't support freeloaders. And you're taking up three seats all by yourself, that's too much! Are you finished eating?"

Mao Shanming looked at the chicken leg and pork knuckle that had just been served: "I haven't even touched them with my chopsticks. These dishes were just brought out!"

"Then finish them!" Ah Wei directly took the plates to the next table, raised his chin, and said disdainfully, "Hurry up and leave after you're done eating, or I'll give you a taste of my power!"

The other party was pressing him at every step, the contempt written all over his face. Not even letting him eat, that wouldn't do. Wasn't Mao Shanming relying on this place to get a few extra meals?

Enough is enough! If you don't show some teeth, you'll really think I'm a sick cat?

Mao Shanming gave a look, and Da Bao and Xiao Bao, who had been unable to restrain themselves, rushed up, grabbed Ah Wei's hands, and slammed them onto the Eight Immortals table.

Bang!

The crisp sound attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Mao Shanming seized the opportunity to shout, "Captain, you've just woken up, what are you trying to do!"

Ah Wei was about to speak, but Xiao Bao supported his chin, preventing him from opening his mouth, while Da Bao held up his legs, turning him upside down in an instant.

From an outsider's perspective, it looked like Ah Wei was using his arms to slowly do a headstand.

"Great, so the captain wants to perform acrobatics!"

Mao Shanming cheered, leading the applause. The surrounding people were worried about not having any fun to watch, but now they were all smiles, following along with the applause.

The hall suddenly became lively. Da Bao and Xiao Bao, the two ghosts, manipulated Ah Wei, sometimes doing a one-handed handstand, sometimes a one-finger Zen spin.

On this small square of the Eight Immortals table, Ah Wei seemed to have gained superpowers, performing many difficult movements one after another, but his expression was unusually painful.

Especially when he was spinning on the table with his head, his legs stretched wide apart, Ah Wei was almost rolling his eyes.

Even so, the two ghosts were not willing to let it go. Mao Shanming also added fuel to the fire, acting as a shill in the crowd, constantly applauding and stirring up everyone's emotions.

Soon someone shouted, "Do another one!" The scene became even more lively!

Ah Wei came down from the table, his whole body dizzy. Xiao Bao controlled his hand, took out two bamboo chopsticks, and Da Bao pinched his mouth, snapping his neck a few times to force the chopsticks into his throat.

Ah Wei's eyes were about to pop out, but his painful groans were drowned out by the applause.

Mao Shanming shouted, "Captain, swallowing chopsticks isn't a big deal. Chopsticks are so thin, if you have the ability, push something thicker in, then we'll be impressed, don't you all think so!"

"Yes, that's right!"

"Captain, go for it! Get something thicker!"

The old man next door had no teeth left, wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, looking at Ah Wei as if he saw himself decades ago, when his body was full of vitality like this.

In his excitement, the old man offered his crutch.

"Use mine!"

Mao Shanming was quick-witted, grabbed it, held it over his head, and shouted, "According to the strong demand of our audience, Captain, let's try this!"

"Huh?" The tone in Ah Wei's nose changed, his eyes widened, desperately trying to shake his head, but his neck was tightly pinched by Da Bao, who took the opportunity to press it forward a few times, as if he couldn't wait to nod.

"Okay, our captain has agreed, let's give him a round of applause!"

Mao Shanming smiled wickedly, raised his hand and threw the crutch out, caught it in one hand, and almost screamed as he brought the crutch to his mouth, watching as he was about to send this dirty, cow-dung-smelling crutch into his mouth.

Suddenly, Uncle Jiu pushed the door open and walked in.

Ah Wei seized the opportunity to shout, "Master, help!"

Who was Uncle Jiu? He saw at a glance that Ah Wei's movements were uncoordinated, his toes were raised, and his heels were not touching the ground.

His expression became stern, he suddenly took two steps forward, and kicked Ah Wei flying out.

Ah Wei crashed into the wall, causing a moment of stiffness. Just as he opened his mouth to shout, Uncle Jiu slapped his forehead, and then grabbed his shoulder with his other hand.

With a strong downward flick, Ah Wei was like the transparent oil paper on double-sided tape, directly separated from Da Bao's body.

Da Bao was suddenly exposed, startled, and was about to escape, but Uncle Jiu had already taken a step forward on one knee, pinning him against the wall, his right hand borrowing a trace of flame from the center of the candlelight, and directly inserted it into Da Bao's forehead.

Yang fire entering a Yin body, Yin and Yang chaos, Da Bao instantly paralyzed, directly趴趴 on the ground unable to move.

Mao Shanming was shocked.

Xiao Bao screamed and hurried to run out. Mao Shanming quickly chased after him and shouted, "I'll do this, I'll do this!"

Humans and ghosts must not be together, this is a clause written in the Maoshan rules. Mao Shanming himself is just a freeloader, how dare he easily expose this point, Da Bao has already been folded in, Xiao Bao must not be lost.

He hurriedly ran over, not even taking the finishing equipment.

Uncle Jiu wondered: "Taoist brother, what are you doing?"

"I'm here to help you, help you!" Mao Shanming was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.

Seeing him a little flustered, Uncle Jiu shook his head: "Let me do it!"

He rushed forward in one stride, raised the mouth of the jar high, and aimed it at Xiao Bao's direction. He heard a scream, and Xiao Bao struggled to be sucked into the jar.

Mao Shanming was dumbfounded this time!