The colorful lights in the bar are dazzling, the air is filled with the strong smell of alcohol, and the music is deafening. The dancers on the stage tirelessly twist their alluring bodies that make people's blood flow, constantly stimulating the audience. Men reveling in revelry.
“Tuo Tuo Tuo…”
Amidst roars, Chu Heng and the other two people sitting in the corner drank wine quietly, looking at the stage with vague eyes. Randall Mullen has taken off his shirt, revealing a fat body with thick chest hair.
The old man was already drunk at this time. He was yelling and throwing money on the table, hoping to knock off the last two pieces of clothing from the dancers on the stage.
After a while.
Chrissy, who was watching the excitement and was not afraid of big troubles, couldn't help but asked Chu Heng: "How long do you want to wait? I think it's better to listen to me. I'll go find some gangsters to block him outside now, waiting for him." Come out and give him a good beating!"
"Don't worry, it will be over soon." Chu Heng smiled confidently and drank the beer in the cup.
Now that old man Mullen has drank eight glasses of beer. At his age, there is a high probability that he will have some problems with his prostate. I believe he will have to go to the bathroom soon.
“Master Chu!”
At this moment, Cen Hao suddenly poked Chu Heng’s arm and indicated the direction of the stage with his eyes.
Chu Heng looked up and saw that old man Malen had squeezed out of the crowd and was wandering towards the bathroom.
“Isn’t the opportunity coming now?”
He stood up with a grin and followed quickly.
Cen Hao and Chrissy also got up and chased after them with excitement on their faces.
Not long after.
The three guys came to the bathroom, and it happened that there was no one else in there. Only Maren stood in front of the toilet and drained the water.
Chu Heng rushed forward without saying a word, pulled out a sack from his arms like a magic trick, and put the bag on Ma Lun.
“Who!”
Ma Lun yelled in panic. Just as he was about to struggle, he was kicked to the ground by Chrissie who followed closely. Chu Heng looked at it with admiration. She glanced at him and saw that this grandson was capable of handling things and would really take care of him if something happened.
Cen Hao looked at the sack on Ma Lun's body in surprise. He couldn't figure out how Chu Heng hid this thing on his body and why he had to bring a sack with him when he went out.
However, the situation was urgent at this time, and he didn't have time to think too much. He quickly ran forward and joined in. Together with Chu Heng and others, they surrounded Ma Lun who was lying on the ground. He raised his feet and kicked him hard on the head and face.
“Bang bang bang…”
“Ah…bastards, don’t let me know who you are!”
“Help!”
"Stop fighting...ah! I can give you money, please stop fighting...Ouch!"
At first, Maren could still struggle and scream, but gradually his struggle became weak, and his screams became louder. In the end, he couldn't even scream, and he lay on the ground like a piece of dead meat.
Seeing this, Chu Heng silently waved his hand to signal Cen Hao and the others to stop. He immediately squatted down and felt Malen's pulse. After checking the injury, the three of them quickly ran out of the bathroom when they saw that it was nothing serious. , and then left the bar, preparing to change places to celebrate.
As for old man Mullen, he was discovered ten minutes later by his companion who had not come out and came to look for him.
Looking at the old man being put in a sack and beaten unconscious, his companion calmly stepped forward to check whether he was dead or alive, then went out and called an ambulance.
He has long been accustomed to Malen being beaten.
This guy is a serious racist, and he also has a very bad mouth. He often conflicts with people because of some bad words, but he still doesn't know how to restrain himself, so being beaten is a common occurrence for him and the people around him.
It doesn’t matter, as long as you don’t die. The only problem was that Mullen was the person in charge of the negotiations with Mitsubishi. He was so seriously injured that he obviously could no longer participate in the negotiations and had to ask the head office to send someone over again.
I don’t know how much time will be wasted.
……
The next day.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Chu Heng, who came back from playing until almost dawn, was woken up by urinating.
He got up from the bed in a daze and walked into the bathroom. He went to the toilet and took a shower. Only then did he regain some energy. Then he walked casually to the sink and prepared to shave. .
“This Citi’s Ocean Horse is really wild!”
Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at the bunch of red strawberry marks on his neck, couldn’t help grinning, and quickly I made some foam, applied it on my face, and carefully used a razor to clean the blue stubble on my face.
A few moments.
After finishing his personal hygiene, Chu Heng came out of the bathroom. Cen Hao also woke up at this time. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of trousers. He walked to the bathroom listlessly. After flying for more than ten hours, he went crazy again. For most of the night, even he felt a little unbearable.
When the two of them passed each other, Chu Heng reached out and poked a strange-looking tattoo on the guy’s forearm, and asked: “What do you mean by that? The words don’t look like words, and they can’t be drawn. Like a painting.”
< br>"I don't know either."
Cen Hao said as he walked in: "My master gave me this tattoo, saying it is the mark of my sect, so that I won't meet the same sect in the future and be washed away by the flood. Dragon King Temple.”
"A fellow disciple? I remember that you and Jia Ying are the only disciples of Dou Laodao? Didn't all his other disciples sacrifice their lives? Where are the fellow disciples here?" Chu Heng asked doubtfully.
"Crash."
Cen Hao had already begun to let go. Hearing this, he shouted loudly: "I have no brothers left. Doesn't my master still have one? My master's Doesn’t the master also have one? ? Don’t they all count as members of the same sect? "
"Oh, it seems that your sect is quite big."
Chu Heng smacked his lips in disapproval and turned around to find another one. I put on new clothes.
"Dong dong dong."
As soon as he put on his clothes, there was a knock on the door.
Chu Heng went over to open the door and saw that the bearded Chrissy was here.
This guy also played all night long, but now his face was red and he didn't look depressed at all. He walked in and gave Chu Heng a few hamburgers he had brought, and said in a casual tone: "We are in trouble."
"What?" Chu Heng took out the hamburger and took a look at it, with a look of disgust on his face, but he didn't care much about Chrissy's words.
If there was really any trouble that couldn't be solved, would this guy still have the heart to buy him breakfast?
The mother-in-law ran away early.
“It has something to do with Maren.”
Chrissy strolled to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer, opened it, and took a big gulp. He said with a relaxed look: "Our company had previously negotiated a cooperation with Mitsubishi, but when the machines were about to be shipped, the government suddenly stopped it. After many efforts, the government finally agreed to the deal a few days ago, but now it has been postponed again because of Mullen's injury. People on both sides are mad and have called the police to investigate Mullen's injury. "< br>
"Is it fair?" Chu Heng bit his hamburger and looked at him, still not looking a bit panicked.
Krissy, who still wanted to scare him, saw it and felt bored. She shrugged and said, "It's just a small problem."
"Then why are you telling me this?" Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him. He turned around and shouted to the other side: "Cen Hao, hurry up, grab something to eat and leave."