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"Brother Zhang, forget it!" Chen Fan stood up as a peacemaker.

To be honest, Chen Fan didn't want to go into conflict with others for this trivial matter. This is on the ship, not the land. There is really something going on, and those few people can't run.

"Brother Chen, this is not a question of changing. The model we ordered was taken away by someone else, so we have to get this place back, otherwise this trip will not be said in vain. ! "

Sometimes life is so helpless, you have to force you to make a choice.

For example, in this case, if a few people gritted their teeth and pretended to be a bad boy, that would ensure a calm and peaceful life without any trouble.

But if you can't swallow this in your heart, then you can only get the lost face back with your spine. As for the series of consequences that may occur, it is something to consider after you find the scene, otherwise you will simply shrink your head Pretend to be a kind.

Many conflicts are triggered by small things. This is not a question of whether there is a brain, but about whether a man is bloody.

"Don't hurry to take me?" Zhang Xueyang turned around and drank at the panicked model.

"Yes ~ Yes ~, please come with me!" The night model grimaced and led Zhang Xueyang out.

With a sigh, Chen Fan greeted Wang Bing to keep up. After all, Zhang Xueyang was for his own sake, and he couldn't shrink his head to be a turtle!

Having said that, Chen Fan's character is not a soft egg. When he was early in the shop, he dared to fight against the guy named Wei Songyue without any reliance. What's more, this is a moment of sufficient strength and strength?

The night model reluctantly led Zhang Xueyang to a box in the corner, and then made a "just inside" gesture.

To everyone's surprise: It was not Zhang Xueyang who first responded, but the man named Kong Zhi beside him!

After discovering that the door was locked, the driver who was quiet and quiet, like changing another person, saw that he twisted his right foot, and with the inertia of his waist, the sound of his left foot "boom" was printed next to the door lock.

The wooden door shrank suddenly, and then a loud noise burst out.

This loud noise was more effective than the assembly number. The men and women who were drinking and playing dice in the box all focused their attention on the leading goose Zhang Xueyang.

Rubbing his head, Chen Fanwan didn't expect that this way of playing would pull such a wind. The air around him was already full of swords and crosses in less than two seconds, and a vicious battle was about to come out.

"Ma Le next door! Who is your mother-in-law?" The young man in the middle of the sofa glanced at Zhang Xueyang, and beside him, the model named Yiyi was sitting. The distinctive treatment and the eyes cast in the surroundings show that he is the eldest brother in this group.

"Come to your life!" Zhang Xueyang shrugged his shoulders, then slowly walked into the house indifferently: "It's best to inquire about the way when robbing other people, otherwise it will easily cause irreparable consequences.

A person next to him suddenly couldn't bear to jump out, his belly was rounded, and there were still many pimples on his face.

The man jumped like thunder: "Fuck you mother ..."

The words of Niangzi did not fall, Kong Zhi suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand and slammed it over. The electric light and stone fire, "slap" slap, very loud.

The slap slammed on his cheeks, and the severe facial trigeminal neuralgia made him like a shrimp with his back muscles pulled, and his bow rolled on the ground.

"God ~" Chen Fan's head swelled a little, and this group of ten or so young people is estimated to be going sideways.

As you can see, the group of people in the box has a uniform gym. Although Chen Fan didn't bring a gun here, he really wanted to fight. It is estimated that Wang Bing could knock them down all by himself, not counting the good Confucius next to him, and Chen Fan who was extremely inflated with self-confidence.

"Very good, very good!" The young man in the middle was very angry and stood up, slap his face, and said with a cold face: "Do you know who I am?"

"I care who you are?" Zhang Xueyang hugged his shoulders, and a look like I care who you are.

The young man's teeth giggled: "me is Lei Zhuo, everyone else is called me Lei Ge!"

"Lei Zhuo?" The expression on Zhang Xueyang's face suddenly burst, followed by a slightly unnatural look.

Is it a big man? Chen Fan thought about it in his mind, but unfortunately did not find information about this person. Chen Fan is limited to Wei Qing alone, a powerful figure in the cloud.

"Lei Zhuo ..." Zhang Xueyang muttered a few words, then frowned: "Are you really Lei Zhuo?"

"Ah ~ I am a Thunder Dragon!" Before that person had time to speak, Zhang Xueyang suddenly cried out and said quickly: "You are my grandson who has been lost for many years!"

Quiet, deadly quiet!

The air around him seemed to be filled with glue, which made it difficult to even breathe.

Everyone looked at Zhang Xueyang with demented eyes, including the acne lying on the ground, and even the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth forgot to wipe.

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"Ah ..." The deadlock that was finally sunk was broken by the young man named Lei Zhuo. I saw a cry with his blue muscles bursting, and a whine in his right hand hit the head of Zhang Xueyang.

Zhang Xueyang had long predicted that he was going to make a splash. When his fist had just been raised, Zhang Xueyang had flashed two meters away.

Without a single blow, Lei Zhuo turned over the coffee table with a twist, hungry and rushed towards Zhang Xueyang.

Seeing this, Kong Zhi on the other side swept his leg sharply to Lei Zhuo, trying to knock him down halfway.

Lei Zhuo made a leap at his feet, avoiding Kong Zhi's counterattack. After his foot fell, he kicked the chick in the crotch of Kong Zhi's crotch with his right foot.

With a deep muffled sound, Lei Zhuo's move [the ancestor's foot] kicked on the elbow held by Kong Zhi.

"Lianjiazi!" Wang Bing, who was watching the scene, suddenly jumped out, not knowing who he was talking about.

Two words, the young man on the sofa looked at the boss and started yelling in each mouth. He touched the wine bottle and the ashtray.

"Rely!" A curse was heard, Wang Bing's hands were combined into a knife, and the smashed wine bottle was cut like an electric flint, and then the man was thrust into the shape of a shrimp in the air.

The hard-to-fight macho youth style is Wang Bing's style rather than Chen Fan's style. Although Wang Bing's three months of urgent training, Chen Fan still chose a safer method.

"Compared with me?" Chen Fan twitched in the corner of his mouth, his hands did not stop grasping the four-legged wooden bench beside the starting point player, and the person who rushed towards him was just a look.

With a clatter, the light and lovely wooden bench was smashed by Chen Fan. The man suddenly covered his chest with a painful expression, and even the wine bottle fell on the instep.

Smashing one, Chen Fan quickly flashed and hid behind Wang Bing, holding Wang Bing as a meat shield and pumping aside.

At first sight, this fellow Zhang Xueyang started a dogfight, and he also learned Chen Fan in a decent way, hiding under Chen Fan's ass.

Faced with the concentrated firepower of six or seven people, Wang Bing simply did not evade. He left his head to protect his head, and then disregarded his own defense.

"Bang ~ Bang ~ Bang ~" The sound of meat rang continuously, Wang Bing was kicked one after another, and even his left arm was smashed twice by the bottle.

But several others were even more embarrassed. They kicked Wang Bing, who was just like everyone else. But when Wang Bing hit back, they were hit by the truck head-on, their faces twisted and flew a few meters away.

"Bang", the last young man with a horrified face turned around and just started to run, he was kicked by Wang Bing on the buttocks and hit the sofa.

"Ah ~" Several dumbfounded female models on the sofa were screamed in shock, crawling up from the sofa with their throats, like a colorful butterfly brushing in front of Chen Fan.

One minute, the total time for all of this should not exceed one minute. A group of people who were still high-spirited, except for Lei Zhuo, who was standing on the side for a while, were all lying on the ground with white foam in their mouths, and they did not know whether it was dead or alive!

Although violence is not a good thing, but violence can maximize the character of a person.

"Several friends, I Lei Zhuo ... Ah ..." Lei Zhuo wanted to say a few words that didn't lose face, and there was a retreat scene, but when the words began, a sudden howl broke out !

It turned out that Kong Zhi, who was hiding aside, took advantage of Lei Zhuo's inattention, and from one of the two legs that had been skimmed away, a sharp foot was stamped on his crotch from behind.

"Um ..." The bright red visible to the naked eye quickly spread to his face, his eyes staring at the boss, the pain could not even catch the breath.

Two seconds later, he leaned straight on the bright red carpet.

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