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Murphy asked for a dozen beer and kept toasting to James Franco. Alcohol can bring the two people closer, and he is under a lot of pressure recently, which is also a good way to vent his pressure. ☆→

As time gradually became late, the bar began to become lively. More and more people walked into the bar. Looking from the second floor, the seats on the first floor were almost full. Many people came up from the stairs and looked for a suitable seat on the second floor. Just as Murphy killed another bottle of beer, a fat man in glasses came over and sat on the table behind James Franco.

Unlike the others, he sat alone with his back to James Franco, and seemed to be in a bad mood. Murphy vaguely heard him ask for a bottle of vodka.

James Franco put down the bottle of wine in his hand and pointed at Murphy and said, "You think you are hiding well, I can't see it? You are just cheating on Carrey Mulligan's stupid innocent girl."

He was full of alcohol and Murphy didn't care. No one of them drank less than each other, and he squirted, "You are very smart and almost castrated by an innocent girl!"

He deliberately increased the castration tone and mocked without hesitation, "If I hadn't called me, you wouldn't have a second child now!"

It seemed not enough, Murphy burped and added, "It can save a process when undergoing sex change surgery!"

Obviously, he was drinking too much.

James Franco's old face showed a little embarrassment, "I...I..."

He swallowed and argued, "We are rehearsing!"

After drinking too much, the sound will naturally become louder. Fortunately, the bar is quite noisy, and no one has paid attention to them for the time being.

"You, Jim!"

Even after drinking too much, Murphy did not forget what he was here to do. He raised his hand and pointed at James Franco, and pointed hard a few times, "You are just an ungrateful love. pedophile!"

"Me?" James Franco pointed at his wide open mouth. He obviously drank too much, "What's your business about me? You're not in the middle..."

"It's not me in the middle," Murphy interrupted him directly, and emphasized again, "You don't have a dick anymore!"

"You..." James Franco had just taken a sip of wine and almost choked into his lungs. He quickly swallowed it into his stomach and said with a raising voice, "Even if I don't have a dick, I will not be fooled by you again!"

"You admit you didn't grow it?" Murphy sneered, "I know why you don't want to join my crew, because Carrey Mulligan is here, and you're afraid of being castrated by her."

"I..." James Franko straightened his neck, "I... would I be afraid of her?"

Although his voice is very high, no one can tell that he is confident.

Murphy shook his head, "Oh no guy! I really doubt you have been abused by other underage girls."

James Franco slapped the table heavily, making a loud bang, and he made a loud decision, "Nothing at all!"

He slapped the table and spoke very loudly. Murphy deliberately blocked his ears. Many people around him looked here and looked at James Franko with curious eyes.

"You dog xx is raised..." A roar rang out from behind James Franko, "Can you make someone drink alcohol?"

The fat man who had been sitting behind James Franco stood up, his fat face wearing glasses was red, and he obviously drank a lot, and he was staring at Fulan with an angry look.

It seemed that he had been enduring it for a long time, and the fat man in his eyes shouted in a voice that was no less than James Franco, "You slutty girl, if you don't have any peace, I will stuff your head into your butt!"

"I%￥..." James Franco jumped out of his mouth, stepped forward and grabbed the fat man's collar.

Both of them drank alcohol, and they drank a lot, and alcohol was like a catalyst.

The fat man was not willing to be outdone and pushed James Franco into the chest. His strength was obviously higher than James Franco's University. He pushed Fu Lanlan back several steps in a row and retreated directly to Murphy. If Murphy hadn't reached out to support him, Fu Lanlan would have been pushed down.

"You%￥￥…" James Franco's mouth blew out again.

Before he could finish his dirty words, the fat man rushed over in two steps, grabbed James Franco's neck with one hand, and grabbed the bottle on Murphy's table with the other hand.

Murphy immediately stood up, James Franco was his companion anyway. If he was hit on the head by the bottle, his brain burst and blood would not fly across the body, and his head would be broken and blood would flow.

He couldn't sit idly by and watch James Franke be hit by this.

The fat man's hand had just picked up the bottle, and before he could swing it, Murphy leaned forward at a much faster speed than him, and his right fist hit the fat man's cheek like a stone.

Murphy didn't know much skill and had never practiced any fighting skills. His fighting skills were all made in prison fights. The fists he hit were nothing more than fast, accurate and ruthless.

For some reason, the fat man felt like he was hit by a crazy bull in his hometown farm. His glasses flew out and his head suddenly leaned back, causing his whole body to retreat continuously. He took several steps in a row and directly hit his table, and half of his body fell on it.

Squinted his small eyes under his glasses, he vaguely saw the hand that was the eggless guy's companion, and helped him down the table. He was about to stand up and rushed over to settle the accounts, but his head suddenly became dizzy and fell to the ground with a thump.

Lying on the floor, he shook his head hard, and then he felt better.

"What are you doing?"

There was a burst of scolding from the stairs. Several security personnel ran over and separated Murphy and James Franko from the man. The leader said loudly, "Don't make trouble here. Please go out if you fight."

This is Rodel Street in Beverly Hills. Celebrities often come in and out of the bar, and the quality of security personnel is quite high.

Two security personnel came over and stared at Murphy and James Franco. Another man looked at the fat man in his eyes. The leader made a gesture of asking him to leave. The other people raised their hands, which was as if they were going to push them out if they didn't leave.

"Let's go." Murphy spread his hands and held James Franco, "Let's go."

James Franko broke free from Murphy's hand and walked forward, "I can walk, you don't need to help me."

Although he was drunk, he was not completely drunk. When he was walking, he looked back at Murphy with surprise in his eyes. He never expected that this selfish guy would help him.

Murphy followed James Franco, with several security personnel separated by the fat man in glasses behind him, and was pushed out of the bar.
Chapter completed!