The gods are not "I'll do it". Not only can a few younger brothers see each other, but they are also the true monologue of the man who is sitting on the ground and tattooed.

But when their eyes were on Lin Qingshan's half-pull bottles lined up in his hands, they also had a tacit understanding and nodded their heads.

This kid is really brave enough to stab someone, and his hands are quite strong.

"Then you guys..."

Nuannuan swallowed, but didn't know how to say it.

"Look, brother, you punched me just now, but after that, you accidentally hit the wine bottle. Can we write off our grudges?"

Lin Qingshan sucked his nose twice, returned to his stupid appearance, and lowered his head and asked weakly.

"It must be written off! I will definitely not stop you from leaving."

The tattooed man at this moment dared not say "no" and expressed his opinion like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Nannuan, please call my sisters and go. I guess the police will come later."

Lin Qingshan signaled at Nuannuan as if he was picking up some big advantage.

"Ah? OK..."

Nuannuan hesitated for a few seconds, carefully wiped the clothes of several younger brothers and ran to the bathroom. After quickly shouting out her sisters, the group of people retreated without stopping.

"Brother Zhaoyiha, then we'll leave."

As the only male, Lin Qingshan stayed at the end of the tail. Seeing that the girls were all walking away, he grinned, took out his wallet from his pocket, and threw it directly to the other party. Nunu said, "Buy some eggs to supplement nutrition. Don't flirt with me in the future. Since I can afford XO for 30,000 or 50,000 yuan, can't I still afford to hire a few young followers?"

“Yes, yes, yes.”

A tattooed man leans against the wall, and he thinks he is unlucky.

"Let's go."

Lin Qingshan seemed to wave his arm politely, and casually put the wine bottle aside. After that, he took the belt with his pants carelessly.

"Oh shit!"

"Take him!"

When the "murder weapon" was gone, the little brothers were revealed and they were scattering their teeth and claws again to come forward.

"Bang!"

A black pistol suddenly landed on the ground. Lin Qingshan slowly picked it up. The muzzle was pointed at a few little brothers who were almost close to him. He muttered blankly: "Hey, why did you bring this thing out? I clearly remember put it in my big g car?"

Then, as if he didn't see what the younger brothers were going to do, he grinned with a smile: "What are you going to do? Do you give it to me?"

"You're so crazy! Just bow to your elder brother and apologize!"

Seeing the pistol, the hair on the back of the tattooed man suddenly stood up. He didn't care about the severe pain in his legs. He struggled to get up, raised his hand and slapped it a few times on the cheek of a little brother closest to him, and scolded him furiously.

He is a second-rate man at the bottom. He usually relies on bullying soft persimmons for more people, so how can he provoke serious social people?

"I'm sorry, brother."

"Don't see brother like us."

Several younger brothers are the same as him. The blind man knows that he has hit the nail on the head and is busy hunching his back.

"Don't let me know, brother, I'm just a little trash. Thank you for your mercy."

Lin Qingshan shook his head, then took out his cell phone, poked the screen a few times, and the roar of a tattooed man just now came from the phone: "Talk about you, talk about your paralysis, don't want to be beaten, get me 200,000 medical expenses!"

"Look at Brother Ha, you want to blackmail me. I'm forced to defend myself, right?"

Lin Qingshan asked a question with a whisper.

"No problem."

The tattooed man was shocked, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually record the audio.

"I'll kill you!"

Lin Qingshan poked the screen again, and the tattooed man roared from inside. He pressed the pause button and said, "Then you want to kill me. I have no choice but to scratch you with a bottle of wine. Is that right?"

"That's right."

The tattooed man shrank his head without tears.

"So, don't talk nonsense when you look at it, don't spread it randomly when you hear it. Let's just get together and part with you, okay?"

Lin Qingshan’s well-founded smile.

“Ok.”

The tattooed man is completely humble. Even if the other party doesn't have a gun in his hand, he will not have the idea of ​​resisting at all. This kid is not like a silly man, bold and meticulous, cruel in his methods, and the key is that he knows how to kill people and kill their hearts. If they don't know the depth of the trouble, they will know what terrifying means there will be later.

"Son, since everyone has no objection, then I'm really leaving. I like to convince others with virtue. Since you are convinced, then we have nothing to talk about. Bye!"

After Lin Qingshan inserted the pistol back into his waist, he turned around and left the corridor with a smile.

"Mom, what is that fat man? I've been in the nightclub for so many years and I've been in the nightclub for the first time I've been in a war to record the sound in advance."

The tattooed man sat on the ground with a burst of pain, covering the wound on his thigh and choking.

"Brother Mosquito, will we catch him?"

"Call the cigarette butts and the others, it should not be difficult to take him down. You can't lose this mute."

Several younger brothers quickly helped him up and expressed their loyalty like a hindsight.

"Damn it, did you not see the gun, or did you hear him drive a big g, and go in and bring five or six girls to serve him alone. Can we afford this identity?"
Chapter completed!