At the door of the box, Qi Jinlong sent me away. After thinking for a long time, he pressed a number.

"Hello, call the police center!"

A female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"A large-scale fight broke out at the Xilemen Hotel on Yuhua East Road. Someone fired a shot. Please come here quickly!"

After leaving a word, Qi Jinlong hung up his phone directly.

"Tait..."

Before he could put his cell phone in his pocket, he felt the ground under his feet tremble slightly. He saw a dark-skinned and shrunken young man ran up with a sickle, and behind him was a large group of people.

Qi Jinlong instinctively took a breath and wanted to turn around and escape.

"Get out of here, I'll look for 307!"

The visitor was Wang Liangliang, who glared at him and shouted.

"Am I?"

Qi Jinlong instantly realized that the other party didn't seem to know him, so he stopped cunningly and pointed at him.

"Silly, fuck you!"

Wang Liangliang had already come to him, shoved him away with an elbow, raised his leg and kicked the private room door, and without saying a word, he grabbed the sickle and slashed on the dining table.

The rotating glass table instantly caused several large cracks to break out. Wang Junqi, who was pushing cups with the people next to him, was stunned for a moment and stood up with conditioned reflex.

Seeing that the door was full of people, he quickly responded and picked up the bottle and smashed it out.

"Brother, run!"

At this time, Qi Jinlong outside the door stood on tiptoe and pulled his neck and howled.

After calling, he turned around and ran without hesitation. Because everyone's attention was in the private room at that time, he was able to easily run down the stairs.

Although Qi Jinlong ran away, his voice was equivalent to directly confirming Wang Qijun's identity. Wang Liangliang scolded him, raised his sickle, and swung his head at Wang Junqi's face again.

Seeing the blade with a cold light poking at him, Wang Junqi hurriedly retreated and avoided the blow, but the clothes on his chest were still torn apart, and his skin also made a big hole cut, which made him breathe.

"Fuck him to death!"

Wang Liangliang overturned the table and continued to wave his sickle aggressively.

The horse-boy outside the door heard the sound and squeezed into the room like a sardine.

The private room less than ten square meters was filled in an instant.

Except for a few people who cooperated with the attack on Wang Junqi, the rest of the people grabbed the rest of the room and fucked hard.

Wang Liangliang is indeed an absolute "tiger general" as Wu Bei commented. Although he didn't have any effort, he had a bachelor's spirit and forced Wang Junqi to the corner in just a few seconds.

Seeing that there was nothing to hide, Wang Junqi pulled the terrified Manager Guo into front of him with a fierce look.

"Oh!"

Wang Liangliang's sickle fell down and pierced directly on Manager Guo's shoulder and blood gushed out like a sensation.

"What a fucking grandson!"

Wang Liangliang kicked Manager Guo and pulled out his sickle to continue chiseling Wang Junqi's head.

Unexpectedly, Wang Junqi suddenly pushed Manager Guo’s back, and the latter immediately collided with Wang Liangliang.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Junqi turned around and jumped onto the window, and without hesitation, he leaped down for life.

He was really trembling at this moment, and he didn't know where he provoked these brutes, who were completely trying to kill his own lives.

Therefore, a seven or eight-meter-high floor is safer in his eyes.

In the air, Wang Qijun adjusted his falling posture as much as possible. When he was about to fall, he tried his best to twist his body, took his back to the ground, and then rolled on the spot several times.

He endured the huge pain on his back and got up clumsyly. Wang Junqi suddenly found that two figures were standing in front of him, which were Wu Bei and Gao Yang.

"Wu..."

Wang Junqi's mouth twitched a few times.

"You uncle Wu!"

Gao Yang raised his leg and kicked Wang Junqi's stomach with a kick.

"Oh, damn..."

Wang Junqi hit the ground with his butt and staggered.

"Damn, how dare you hit me!"

Gao Yang rushed over and kicked a few more times.

Although Wang Junqi suffered a serious internal injury after jumping off the building just now, he had practiced it after all. After a few hard times, he pushed Gao Yang away with force, and stood up in a panic to run.

Seeing that the dog-dream had taken several steps, Wu Bei took a breath and arrived first.

A very standard side kick hit him in the waist and again kicked Yateng and ate his shit, lying face down on the ground.

"Wu Bei, are you crazy! Old Wei is going to come back tonight. If you are trying to do such a big deal, you are not afraid of..."

Wang Junqi turned his head and growled in a panting manner.

"Hahaha!"

Wu Bei shook his head and took off his belt quickly.

"What the hell do you want to do...ah!"

"Bang!"

Wang Junqi continued to roar and curse.

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, he was hit by a belt on his back.

"I have warned you many times, don't always play with me. You really think I'm just an orator!"

Wu Bei swung the belt and pulled it out again.

Wang Junqi climbed forward crying and shouting at his parents, trying to make himself feel better.

"Bang!"

Wu Bei swung his arm horizontally and threw a belt out again.

It happened to be dinner time, and the whole street was full of restaurants, and there were endless people.

Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted by them.

Wang Junqi climbed forward with difficulty, and Wu Bei waved his belt and rushed like a greeting animal.

"Crack! Bang!"

The firecracker-like movements and Wang Junqi's shrill screams resounded throughout the street...
Chapter completed!