Dream Guide

Jiang Deqian realized that he was probably going to be in trouble today. He originally expected Hou Biao to be able to help him in some way, but unexpectedly the smelly monkey actually persuaded him to admit defeat.

Of course he disagrees.

Although his name as Master Jiang is not that famous in Wuzhong, he is still a famous person in the circle. Now his woman ran away to meet a man in a small bar. Not only did he not get her back, he even lost to this man in a drinking contest. If this spreads out, Jiang will stop hanging out in the Wuzhong area after he gets the money. He will be laughed to death if he laughs!

Life Flower had finished twelve bottles, and he smashed the bottles on the ground with a clang and said, "Are you still okay? If not, you can get out!"

The people around had already begun to boo:

"If it doesn't work, get out!"

"You're so drunk and you come to Liuying Lane to run wild!"

"Get out of Liuying Lane!"

The faces of those who followed Jiang Deqian were ashen. You looked at me, I looked at you, not knowing what to do.

Jiang couldn't get off the tiger after getting the money. He glanced at Hou Biao behind him and found that the bald monkey looked as if the old monk had entered samadhi, looking unconcerned.

Little did he know that Hou Biao was no better off than him at the moment.

Hou Biao, who once practiced black boxing in Thailand and later worked as a mercenary for several years, has real skills. His kung fu is not just a show of force, but one that he has practiced in life and death fights one after another. If he hadn't offended the most powerful overseas mercenary group, he might still be active in the jungles of Southeast Asia and the deserts of the Middle East.

He fled back home by hiding in a container full of garbage. Jiang Deguan rescued him, who was bruised and dying, from a pile of waste plastic. From then on, he worked as a bodyguard and thug for Jiang Deguan.

In the past few years, Chiang Kai-shek's official position has been smooth and smooth, and Hou Biao deserves part of the credit. At least many people who had no background were removed by him with just a ruthless fork.

When the chicken coop grabbed his wrist, he instinctively tried to twist the joints and hold it backwards, but he failed. The force from the opponent's fingers made him feel terrifying. He clenched his right hand tightly into a fist and retracted it, the veins on his arm bursting out. He wanted to break free from the man's hand, but he couldn't succeed even if he used all his strength. His hand seemed to be fixed by an iron ring, let alone breaking free, it didn't even move its position.

According to past combat experience, he should fight back at this time. He can use elbows, knees, and leg sweeps; his left hand is still free, and there are more than a dozen ways to launch a fatal blow from this angle; he has a military dagger in his pocket, and a powerful weapon hidden in his belt. A wire that breaks a person's neck.

But when he saw the calm expression on the chicken coop head, he felt that all attack methods were unreliable. People who have lived in jungles and wars have a keen sense of real danger. He knew that before his right hand was freed, he could do nothing, otherwise he would only become more passive.

He now regretted not bringing a gun with him. He has not carried a gun with him for a long time. On the one hand, it is because in a peaceful environment like China, carrying a gun sometimes encounters unnecessary trouble; on the other hand, since returning to China, he has never encountered anyone worth He was the one who drew the gun, so much so that he was now even unfamiliar with marksmanship.

Qingmu just stood lazily, grabbing Hou Biao's right wrist with his left hand, looking at Hou Biao with a smile, and glanced at the two people who were still drinking from the corner of his eye.

Jiang De risked his money and drank two more bottles. Then he spat it out.

I couldn't vomit this time, my stomach was churning, and I vomited out all the wine I had been holding back. He held the table and vomited for three full minutes, leaving pools of white foam on the floor.

Bishenghua took away the remaining half bottle of wine from the corner of her mouth, changed her aggressive attitude, and said calmly: "Young Master Jiang, right? You lost!"

Those gangsters came up to help him and patted his back: "Master Jiang, are you okay?"

It was okay if I didn't shoot, but I vomited again and again, even my bladder was shocked, a stream of heat flowed out of my trousers, and the stinky smell made the whole room cover their noses.

The beer foam on the ground was very thick and mixed with the yellow liquid flowing from Jiang Deqian's pants, making a sizzling sound.

Jiang Deqian knew that if he gave in today, his name would be as bad as his pants. Although he was suffering from stomach cramps due to vomiting and lost half of his strength, a wave of hatred and regret rose from the bottom of his heart, forcing his body to stand up.

He pushed away the younger brother who was supporting him, pointed at Life Flower and said, "You're fucking kidding me!"

Bishenghua spread her hands and looked innocent: "Everyone saw it, I drank a sip of wine, and you vomited first!"

The people brought by Xiao Qi all expressed their support for her: "What? Are you trying to cheat?"

Jiang Deqian was worried and waved his hand, commanding: "Smash it to pieces! Whoever dares to stop him will be beaten to death. I will be responsible for beating him to death!"

His arrogance is not unreasonable. Although it seems that there are more people in the bar, and most of the onlookers are biased towards the manly woman, they are just a mob. The people he brought are all veterans of fighting, not to mention the Hou Biao. He didn't believe that Hou Biao would not take action if it was really a life-or-death situation.

He knew that in a life-or-death situation, no matter what he did, as long as the opponent was not a big shot with a strong background, his brother would find a way to help him deal with it, and at most he would be grounded for a while.

Except for Hou Biao, the five or six people he brought all started to move. First they threw the wine on the table all over the floor, and then overturned the tables and chairs. Some people went straight to the wine rack.

Bi Shenghua didn't expect to meet such a rogue person, and she had indeed drank a lot, so her reaction was a bit slow. But Xiao Qi, who was usually cautious, rushed out like a tiger and kicked down a gangster who was smashing things. Then, the group of people brought by Xiao Qi also rushed forward.

The sound of wine bottles and cups clinking together was accompanied by the exclamations of the spectators, and the scene was in chaos.

Bi Shenghua looked at the broken glass and slag scattered on the ground, and cursed "Fuck!" in distress.

The people on Xiao Qi's side were all energetic young people from the nearby neighbourhood. Although they might not be as good at fighting as the people Jiang Deqian brought, they couldn't stand up to the large number of them. Xiao Qi got violent again, and his own forehead was opened. There was blood all over his face, and he was waving half a beer bottle in his hand and yelling like a madman.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Jiang Deqian narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Monkey! Why don't you take action?"

Only then did Bi Shenghua notice that there was a bald man with tattoos behind Jiang Deqian. She could tell at a glance that this guy was a fierce character, Jiang Deqian's real support, and he might be a murderer without blinking an eye.

She was about to call everyone's attention when she suddenly found Aoki standing next to the bald man, lazily watching the people next to him fight, and the bald man seemed to have grabbed Aoki's hand.

"Fuck! You can't run away without help. What an idiot!"

Bishenghua mumbled something vaguely, stepped over the chair she had been standing on, picked up a bottle from the ground, took a half step forward, and hit Jiang De, who was dizzy from vomiting, with a click of the bottle. Money on the head.

She quickly grabbed Jiang's collar with her left hand and pressed it against the edge of the overturned table. The broken glass tip of the half bottle in her right hand pressed against the aorta in Jiang Deqian's neck. She watched from the corner of her eye. Aoki and Baldhead shouted:

"Don't fucking move! If you move again, I'll stab him to death!"