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The wealthy man has been hanging around construction sites since he graduated from junior high school. He has developed his drinking capacity early on and is known to be a good drinker. Otherwise, he would not have the idea of ​​​​getting drunk and taking advantage of girls.

He looked up and down at Zhang Ming, who was "overestimating his abilities".

"OK."

The two of them drank one glass at a time, and soon the table was filled with all kinds of wine bottles. No one sang at the end, and everyone gathered around them and watched them fight for wine.

Chen Yi and Fat Brother were trying to persuade him not to drink, while the scumbag girl and the squad leader were coaxing and saying, "Come on, come on." Xiaoqiang, sitting in the corner, picked up his cell phone and was ready to make an emergency call at any time.

Anyone who sees the two of them drinking bottles of high-alcohol wine as plain water will feel worried.

Especially the rich guy, his face, neck, and eyes were so red that he couldn't speak properly, and his hands were shaking like a Parkinson's patient.

"How about we stop here." Zhang Ming saw that he was drunk, and he probably couldn't take advantage of his female classmates anymore, so he wanted to end this unnecessary farce.

"Sit there!"

The wealthy man took out two more bottles of liquor from under the table and banged them on the table. He unscrewed one bottle and handed it to Zhang Ming, then unscrewed another bottle and poured it into his own cup.

"We had so much fun tonight! We must not get drunk before returning home!"

He said he was free and easy, but in fact he was sneering in his heart.

No matter how good the rich man is at drinking, he doesn't want to drink everyone by himself. He has already prepared two different kinds of liquor, one of which is a normal high-altitude liquor, and the other is in a liquor bottle.

Filled with mineral water.

Fool, can't you drink it? Drink it! Drink it to death!

The wealthy man had a smile on his face.

ten minutes later.

"vomit--"

The wealthy man squatted in front of the toilet and vomited. He did not vomit because he drank too much, but because he drank water until his stomach bloated and he had to spit out the water.

It was obvious that he was drinking water, and Zhang Ming was drinking liquor, and they drank one glass after another. But in the end, he couldn't stand it anymore and ran out. Zhang Ming was still the same as a normal person, without any change at all.

"This person is so damn... poisonous... yuck!"

After vomiting out all the contents in his stomach, the rich man wiped his mouth.

He spent a lot of money today, originally thinking that he would become the protagonist of everyone's attention, but unexpectedly, Zhang Ming showed up. First, he pretended to show off his Rolex unintentionally in the hotel, and then took the initiative to confront him at the KTV, making him embarrassed...

Bang!

The wealthy man became more and more angry as he thought about it. He stood up and kicked open the bathroom door. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out with his front foot, the door hit the wall and bounced back, hitting him hard in the face.

"roll roll roll!"

He pushed the door open again, cursed and left.

After walking out of the bathroom, the wealthy man did not go to their box, but went upstairs from a corner, turned left and right, and came to another box.

There was a man in a floral suit standing at the door.

"Is Brother Jie in there?" Brother Tuhao asked.

"Um."

After receiving a positive reply, he pushed the door open and was about to go in, but was stopped by a man in a colorful suit. The man didn't say anything and just looked at the wealthy man quietly.

The wealthy man cursed in his heart, with a look of realization on his face. He took out five hundred yuan with a smile and handed it to the flower suit's hand.

Only then did the flower suit make way.

As soon as I entered the room, I heard a burst of howling ghosts and wolves. Compared with this singing, the monitor's English song can be regarded as the sound of nature. The environment of this private room is more upscale and more... chaotic.

There were fourteen or five people in the box, but there were only three men. The rest were all young ladies from special professions wearing scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup.

The man sitting in the center, with a young lady sitting on each side, moving his left and right hands in slow motion.

"Brother Jie." The rich man greeted quickly.

"foot."

Brother Jie pointed at the soles of the rich man's feet, and then he noticed that he was stepping on a pair of lace underwear.

The wealthy man moved his feet slightly embarrassed. Unexpectedly, his underwear was stuck to the sole of his shoe. He pulled it off with his hand and wiped the strange liquid on his pants.

Old pervert!

The rich man cursed in his heart, but a smile broke out on his face.

"What are you thinking about coming to my place to play today?" Brother Jie asked.

"Today's junior high school class reunion is the best in the entire city of H. Brother Jie, your venue is the best. I brought them here so I can save face myself."

"Okay, as you said, when you check out later, tell me your name and I'll let them give you a 30% discount."

"Thank you, Brother Jie. But I came to you today not for a discount, but for some personal matters."

When talking about "private matters", the wealthy man's tone became deeper.

Brother Jie took his right hand out of the girl's clothes and picked up the wine glass: "Who to kill?"

"No, it's not about killing people."

The sinister look on the rich man's face disappeared in a second. He was frightened by the words that would kill someone if he disagreed with him. He took out his cell phone and found the secretly taken photos of Zhang Ming.

"Today's class reunion, this kid always gives me trouble. I just want to ask Brother Jie to arrange for one or two brothers to accompany me and teach him a lesson."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Then I'll go with you."

"Ah?" Brother Tuhao was confused, "No need, there is no need for you to take action yourself, Brother Jie!"

"After a night of drinking, I thought I was going for a walk." As soon as Brother Jie stood up, his height of more than 1.90 meters blocked the light above his head, casting a shadow over the rich man.

He moved his fists, wrists, and fingers thick and powerful, and the peaks of his fists were covered with calluses.

This Jie Ge was once a famous boxer when he was young, but later fell down due to various reasons and started a business that relied on force and ferocity to make money. After many years of persistence, he became a well-known gang boss in several nearby neighborhoods.

In recent years, the authorities have tightened their grip, and Brother Jie has gradually begun to clear his name and opened many entertainment venues. He no longer fights and kills all day long like in previous years.

In this way, safety is safe, but all his strength cannot be released and can only be used on women, which is really boring for him.

Hearing the thud, thud, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thud, and thump of the fists released from behind, the wealthy man who was leading the way couldn't help but feel flustered. He turned his head and squeezed out a smile: "Maybe you don't even have to use your fists, just call that kid a few words."

I might be scared."

"You don't need to teach me how to do it." Brother Jie glanced at the rich man, "That's it?"

"yes."

"You wait outside, and when you finally hear me cough, you come in again and persuade us to leave with money. I'll give you a chance to show off, isn't that interesting?"

"Enough...interesting enough."

The rich man was crying in his heart. If he wanted to feed this hungry wolf and leave, he would probably have to spend a lot of money. As for, after the incident is over, will Brother Jie return the money to him?

Haha, he didn't dare to hope for such a thing.

Brother Jie spit on his younger brother's pants, and accidentally spit on his crotch.

Three question marks appeared on my little brother's head.

Brother Jie looked away slightly embarrassed, "It's still the same old way."

"Oh." The younger brother responded, then pushed the door open and walked in, pointing at Zhang Ming and shouting: "Brother Jie, that's him, he spit on my crotch just now!"