Godly Dragon Guard

Before the beer bottle hit, Shen Lang reached out quickly, grabbed the tattooed man's wrist, and squeezed it hard.

The tattooed man screamed, feeling as if the bones in his arm were about to be crushed by Shen Lang, and the beer bottle in his hand fell into Shen Lang's hands.

Shen Lang unceremoniously grabbed the beer bottle and threw it at the tattooed man's forehead.

Seeing that the beer bottle was about to hit his forehead, the pupils of the tattooed man continued to dilate, showing a look of horror.

"Shen Lang, don't!" Liu Xiaoxiao shouted hastily.

Shen Lang snorted, stopped while holding the beer bottle, and didn't drop it, causing everyone a false alarm.

"Get lost, if you dare to think wrongly again, the wine bottle will be thrown on your head next time!" Shen Lang pushed the tattooed man away with one hand.

Shen Lang felt that his hostility was indeed a bit too heavy, so he tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart.

The tattooed man was so frightened that he sat on the ground with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Shen Lang, let's go!" Liu Xiaoxiao was worried that Shen Lang would make another violent move, so she hurriedly pulled him back to the seat.

A group of onlookers all cast amazed gazes at Shen Lang, this young guy is really good at martial arts.

The feeling of being protected by Shen Lang made Liu Xiaoxiao feel a little happy in her heart, but she was also a little entangled, Shen Lang was really too impulsive.

"Boss, why isn't the food ready yet?" Shen Lang turned to the boss and asked.

"Horse... get well soon!" The boss trembled all over, and hurriedly nodded and bowed to Shen Lang in response.

"Shen Lang, don't get angry in the future, I feel that this is not good for you..." Liu Xiaoxiao whispered, her pretty face was full of worry.

Shen Lang didn't say anything.

It has been more than a year since he left Long Teng, and he has tried his best to restrain the murderous aura in his body, but he still cannot eradicate it. Killing so many people this time fueled his murderous aura.

Blood killing is not only Shen Lang's title as a killer, but also represents Shen Lang's boiling killing heart.

Shen Lang didn't want to recall the past, he didn't like killing people.

"Okay, I'll try my best." Shen Lang said helplessly.

Seeing the man suddenly showing a sad expression, Liu Xiaoxiao was a little surprised. She always felt that there were some unknown secrets about Shen Lang, but it was difficult for her to ask them out.

Not long after, the dishes were served, and Shen Lang and Liu Xiaoxiao began to eat.

The taste is not bad, no wonder there are so many people.

The young man with the tattoo stepped back in disgrace. Several men with green dragon tattoos on their arms and black vests sat on a table in the corner.

"What a disgrace! Are you a fucking thug of the Hualong Gang? Being played like this by a kid?" A young man with an afro spit on the tattooed young man.

Seeing this young man with an afro, the tattooed man didn't have any temper at all, and said with a mournful face: "Brother Ming, calm down, this kid is very powerful!"

"Look at how cowardly you are, get the hell out of here, sir!" the young man with the afro yelled, and the tattooed man could only step aside obediently.

The young man with an afro is named Yuan Ming, the younger brother of Yuan Ye, the leader of the Hualong Gang. He is not yet 15 years old, but he looks like he is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and wears a thick gold chain around his neck.

The young men with tattoos next to them were also members of the Hualong Gang. They naturally obeyed Yuan Ye's younger brother, and they were Yuan Ming's followers.

"Master, I can't afford to lose this guy, follow me to get rid of that kid!" Yuan Ming yelled loudly, and stood up first.

The other four bastards also stood up aggressively.

Shen Lang and Liu Xiaoxiao are eating with relish.

"Boy, are you restless?" Yuan Ming put his hands in his pockets and yelled at Shen Lang strangely.

Shen Lang glanced at the exploding head, how dare he coax him without hair? Shen Lang directly pretended not to hear.

Liu Xiaoxiao touched Shen Lang lightly with her arm, and whispered, "Hey, someone is talking to you."

Shen Lang said casually while eating: "Do you know him?"

Liu Xiaoxiao froze for a moment, then immediately shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"I don't know him either, so why should we bother with him?" Shen Lang said lazily.

"Boy, how dare you pretend to be crazy after beating my little brother, you fucking don't want to live anymore?" Yuan Ming yelled with contempt on his face.

Looking at the young gangsters with unkind faces behind Yuan Ming, Liu Xiaoxiao's expression was a little unsightly, it was obvious that she was here for revenge.

"Who are you? What does it matter to me? When you come up, you spray dung all over your mouth. You're probably brain-dead." Shen Lang shrugged and said.

Liu Xiaoxiao was speechless, wishing to sew Shen Lang's mouth shut, how could this guy be so troublesome?

Yuan Ming said angrily, "Who are you calling stupid!"

"Are you deaf? Isn't this obviously talking about you?" Shen Lang said lazily.

Yuan Ming trembled with anger, picked up two beer bottles on the table and threw them at Shen Lang and Liu Xiaoxiao.

Shen Lang grabbed Liu Xiaoxiao's arm and turned sideways, but the wine bottle avoided, but the beer in the bottle splashed all over them.

"Hahaha, arrogant, how fucking arrogant are you?" Seeing that Shen Lang and Liu Xiaoxiao had turned into drowned chickens, the afro-haired youth laughed.

"You're going too far!" Liu Xiaoxiao was drenched in beer, and her anger welled up, and she really wanted to beat up that afro.

Yuan Ming glanced at Liu Xiaoxiao, the dress that was wet with wine outlined a perfect figure, the wet part was tall, and the lace underwear inside could be seen faintly.

"Tsk, tsk, top notch! Beauty, why don't you play with us later? Hang out with me, I'll make sure you enjoy the food and drink!" Yuan Ming's eyes wandered on Liu Xiaoxiao for a while, and he showed a faint smile.

A trace of disgust flashed in Liu Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes. How old is this afro? Such an asshole.

Shen Lang's expression suddenly darkened, he stood in front of Liu Xiaoxiao and stared at Yuan Ming with an unkind expression.

"Boy, don't you just know how to use the fists and kicks of a three-legged cat? Why are you so arrogant? Try a few tricks and see what you are capable of." Yuan Ming said jokingly.

"If you don't even have your hair spread out, why do you still call me a master?" Shen Lang snorted angrily.

"Damn it, who are you!" Yuan Ming's face turned the color of pig liver in anger, and he slapped Shen Lang.

Yuan Ming has been arrogant since he was a child. No one dared to say such things to him, so he immediately became angry.

Seeing his slap on Shen Lang's face, Yuan Ming showed a hint of pride on his lips, thinking to himself, this kid is not that powerful. Shouldn't I have to kneel down obediently when I meet the uncle?

next moment.

There was a crisp sound of "pop".

This palm was not slapped by Yuan Ming on Shen Lang's face, but by Shen Lang on Yuan Ming's face.

"Poof!" Yuan Ming felt as if his face had been hit hard by an iron plate, and he vomited blood. Several of his teeth were broken and he flew out.

"Ah!!!" Yuan Ming fell to the ground and screamed, covering his face. His mind was filled with boundless fear. He once wondered if half of his face had been slapped off by Shen Lang.

"you wanna die!"

Several tattooed men beside Yuan Ming became furious and took out daggers from their waists.

"ah!"

"Killed!"

There were screams all around, and everyone ran away in panic. In the blink of an eye, everyone nearby ran away and couldn't even see their shadows. The boss was so frightened that he jumped up and immediately kicked his wallet and ran away.

Four tattooed men came at them with knives. The tattooed man who had been slapped by Shen Lang before became bolder, picked up the wine bottle and strode over.

"Stop!" Liu Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat. She hated these underground gangsters the most, who would kill people with a knife at every turn. (To be continued)