The others laughed: "I think you two in-laws have made a decision.???" They completely forgot that they were still in a crisis of being blackmailed.

Some of the old-fashioned said: "Let's make jokes later, and don't see what they look like now."

The boss pulled Song Baojun out of the door, took him to the door, and sneered: "What a filial son. Okay, people have seen it. If you have nothing to do, please check the bill first and then get the people. Look, I accidentally matched you up with a marriage, which can be regarded as accumulating virtue and doing good deeds. What else is there to be unhappy?"

The two strong men were staring at the edge, holding a rubber baton in their right hand and gently patting the palm of their left hand. It seemed that as long as Song Baojun had a half-word word burst out from his teeth, the baton in his hand would bear fruit directly on Song Baojun's head.

Seeing that his father was fine, Song Baojun was relieved. He raised his chin and looked directly at the boss. His eyes flashed with cold light: "I looked at your menu, and the wine was about 5,000 yuan. Let's do this, I'll give you 8,000 yuan, which is a good fortune. This matter is over, how about it?"

"Oh, boy still knows good luck? Have your mother taught you to pay the bill for dinner?" The boss's eyes suddenly turned fierce and he sneered: "Ba Qian! You can say it!"

"What? Isn't it possible?"

"Forty thousand yuan, you can't even get out of this door if you don't have a penny." The boss said loudly.

A strong man bearded bearded beside him immediately understood when he saw the boss talking fiercely, and pointed at Song Baojun's nose and shouted: "I'm talking about it again? Do you have the will to say it again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Anqi grabbed Song Baojun and protected him, and then kicked the bearded strong man in the stomach.

There was a dull sound.

The bearded and strong man flew up like a football kicked away. He immediately flew up and planted more than ten meters away into the corner of the wall, knocking over several pots of bonsai plants. The shoulder blades collided violently with the wall and comminuted fractures on the spot. As well as the stomach rupture, he fell softly and fell to the ground, and a wisp of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

This is because Ling Anqi used excessively to use destructive personality and caused the secret energy to be exhausted and he kicked it casually, otherwise the bearded man would die without waiting for it to fly to the corner of the wall.

Seeing this, a bunch of hooligans around him dispersed, surrounded Ling Anqi in the middle, and pulled out rubber batons, knives and daggers.

Other hooligans who were staying nearby to play with their mobile phones and chatting with the waitress also arrived. There were about twenty people in total, and the scene was blocked and it was difficult to fly.

The boss then kneaded the bill into a ball and threw it hard on the ground, saying, "Beat! Beat me! Beat until her mother doesn't recognize it, I'm your grandson if I'm less than 100,000!"

The gangster leader is a middle-aged man with a tattoo of a green dragon on his neck and shouted, "Very good, I've got a hard point, let's see what you have. In this shop, you have to tray me if you are a dragon, and you have a tiger, so you can lie on me."

Although the bearded man was kicked miserably, he would not take it seriously. A gangster fight is not a one-on-one fight, but a lot of people. As long as he has many people, his courage will increase in a significant proportion.

There are more than 20 people on the middle-aged side of tattoos. Isn’t it easy to hit you alone?

Ling Anqi protected Song Baojun behind her, took all the gangsters' positions in their eyes, and said, "You can try it."

The middle-aged man with tattoos didn't even talk. The rubber baton suddenly slammed Ling Anqi's chest and planned to smash her face, but with the height difference between the two sides, her chest was obviously a more suitable target. Moreover, Ling Anqi's breasts were extremely straight and round, which had long attracted the attention of the hooligans.

Although the appearance of the rubber baton seems to be far inferior to that of the weapons such as knives, steel pipes, electric batons, etc., it is actually equally dangerous. It contains a steel core and a thick rubber on the outside. With one stick down, it can break the enemy's flesh. If you take it empty-handed, your wrist bones may be broken.

After getting a middle-aged man with tattoos, I don’t know how many times I got from the edible stems, and finally paid the money.

Ling Anqi didn't have to look at it too much. She could accurately judge the landing point of the rubber baton based on her tattooed middle-aged eyes. She reached out and caught it smoothly as if she was holding something from the ground. She lifted the weight as lightly as if she was a master of Tai Chi, and shook it gently.

The unrivaled force was passed through the rubber baton, causing violent shock. The middle-aged man in the tattoo was as if he was struck by lightning. His wrist and wrist bones broke inch by inch. He turned over and fell backwards. His left hand was covered with cold sweat on his forehead, and his mouth was so open that he couldn't even call out a word.

What others saw was that Ling Anqi caught the baton and shook it gently, and her stool fell to the ground. Her stool was indifferent to the dramatic ending.

Isn’t it just shaking your hands? You’re so painful, who would believe it if you say it?

Some people even thought that middle-aged tattoos were temporarily sick and shouted in a hurry: "Hurry! Hurry up and beat 12o! The boss is epilepsy! Come on!"

Some people think that another possibility is that middle-aged people with tattoos take the wrong electric baton and grab it in the opposite direction. How do you explain if you are electrocuted?

When the two hooligans around saw that the boss fell to the ground and secretly called for a chance to show off. They rushed forward with daggers, one left and one right, forming a pincer attack on Ling Anqi.

For the stupid girl who killed five high-level Japanese samurai in seconds within five seconds, this is simply two fly flying.

She only cares about whether the gentleman behind her will be affected. She suddenly stretched her hands flat, and with faster hands and longer arm spans, she pinched the hands of the two holding the knife extremely accurately.

The two seemed to have encountered a wall of sighs and could no longer make any progress.

Ling Anqi's fingers were slightly pressed, tightening like steel pliers. The two little gangsters immediately showed constipation on their faces, and the dagger in their hands was unwilling to release them and fell to the ground.

Ling Anqi closed her hands inward, and the two couldn't control themselves at all. They rushed over and collided in the air in front of the silly girl, and had an intimate contact with each other. The most coincidental thing was that the two opened their mouths in mid-air, and as if they were kissing each other, they collided with each other's front teeth.

Seeing this, the other little gangsters gasped and took a step back at the same time.

The restaurant owner finally realized that the other party might not be an ordinary diner who let them pinch flat and round, and said in a deep voice: "Go together! Why are you still standing there? Half of them beat the woman, and half of them beat the man!"

The gangsters saw that the boss was still watching the matter, and they were a little braver. They shouted together and rushed forward side by side.

They gathered together to fight for many years, but their vision and knowledge were not comparable to ordinary gangsters. They also knew the principle of gathering people to siege and capturing the king first.

The giant girl tried hard to protect the little red man behind her. It was just one reason. The little red man was very important to the girl. As long as she controlled the little red man, she would not worry about the girl not submitting.

At the beginning, the hooligans looked at each other and shouted and cursed at Ling Anqi with great force, intending to attract her attention. Three or four hooligans on both sides grabbed the baton and slapped at Song Baojun.

It was okay for them to talk to Song Baojun if they didn't plan to deal with him. Once they did this, they would immediately annoy Ling Anqi.

The anger instantly filled the groove. The silly girl turned around and spread her jade arms lightly, holding her husband in her arms, just like Pierce Brosnan in "Golden Eyes" hugging the girl in the rain of bullets. She was graceful and calm and generous, stretched her right arm forward, and blocked the five rubber batons that were smashed over.

Originally, Song Baojun's violent personality was able to easily deal with seven or eight gangsters, but Ling Anqi was allergic to the reaction, which left him without any chance to show his face, and his whole head and face were pressed into the depths of his soft chest.

Ling Anqi pushed her arm and rushed over with great force. The five hooligans fell layer by layer like waves. The thinnest man fell backwards and hit the wall, dazed on the spot.

At this moment, a man with scars stabbed Song Baojun in his hand in his hand. The sword light shone brightly. Once it was stabbed in a solid place, half of his life would be saved.

Ling Anqi was shocked and angry, and a graceful move of leaning back slightly, kicked over and arrived first, kicking the scarred man away before the tip of the knife touched Song Baojun.

The movements of her pushing her arm forward and kicking the scarred man were consistent, just like flowing water. If you look up from her, you will see that with Ling Anqi as the center, six guys flew out almost at the same time, like blooming flowers.

The man in charge of shouting in front of him to attract hatred saw her turn and thought that the opportunity had come, so he raised his knife and stepped forward.

As soon as he took a step, Ling Anqi didn't even look at it, and waved his elbows back and smashed his chin. The degree of understatement was as boring as drinking coffee on the Champs Elysees on Sunday afternoon.

The man's entire jaw immediately broke, and all sixteen teeth on the lower gum flew back. His body could not withstand this blow, and rolled and twisted in the air for 720 degrees before falling back to the ground.

According to his disfigurement, I guess he can only do it according to the faceless man.

In such a shocking scene, the gangsters were disgraced and could not say a word at all.

In their limited worldview, they have never seen such a collision of forces that break through the limits of human beings, and they have never seen such a strong girl with a delicate face, but she can kill you by turning her hands.

"Stop!" someone shouted loudly.

Everyone looked back and saw that the boss was holding Song Shixian's neck with his left hand, and tightly pinched a fruit knife with his right hand and pressed his throat. His eyes were full of fierce light. He stared at Ling Anqi and said, "Did you hear it if I let you stop? If you move again, I will kill him! At worst, it will be a death-death!"

Song Shixian was sweating all over and said, "Calm down, calm down! Isn't it just a meal, why would it cause death?"

"Shut up! I'll tell you a little longer, so I won't see the sun tomorrow!" The boss shouted loudly, adding two more points of strength to his hand, and the tip of the knife pierced a trace of blood from the skin on Song Shixian's throat.

Song Baojun was so angry that he said tremblingly: "Don't do it, don't do it, you can discuss it with something. I will agree to you all your conditions. Put down your knife, 100,000 or 200,000? No, no, one million is fine. I will transfer the money to you now."
Chapter completed!