The Road to Slaying God

"Okay, it's rare that we are so generous with Yang Brother. Today we are drunk and quack ...!"

"Is he rich enough to pay the bill?" Azer said straight into the bar.

"I rely on you, dare to flout Uncle Biao, almost forgot, we are here to make trouble, buy a bird's bill." Liu Biao first stayed, and cursed immediately.

"That ... keke ... then I won't treat you ..." Zhang Yang immediately followed Azer's back and walked into the crowded disco.

At this time, Disco was already at its peak. Under the stimulation of lights and alcohol, the devil was dancing.

In the middle of Disco is a small stage, and there are four pole dance stages around the four corners of the stage. At this time, there are several pole dancer girls desperately twisting their limbs, the atmosphere is warm, and the host ’s sensational In the sound, the air seemed to be boiling and burning.

On some tables, there are b powdered cannabis and a pair of blurred eyes ... the three seem to have entered a crazy **** world.

Fortunately, there are still a few tables.

The three chose a secluded place to sit down. Azer's eyes always looked at the steel pole girl with a surname on the stage. With a look of dementia, without the calmness and calmness of the beginning, Zhang Yang was stunned.

This is the first time that Azerbaijan has entered such a crazy entertainment place, and it is the first time that he has seen a woman dressed so exposed. It is enough for him, a young boy in Huaichun, to have a nosebleed.

Although Zhang Yang was working in some high-end teahouse restaurants while studying, this environment was the first time.

***, I knew it would be understandable without peeping, why bother?

The only natural expression was Liu Biao, who has been fooling around with a group of fox friends and dog friends in this kind of place for a long time.

The three had just sat down, and immediately came a young master to light the candles on the table for them.

"Here is a bottle of Louis XIII!" Liu Biao grinned.

"... Sir, I don't know if it's the kind of Louis XIII. It's aging ..." The master stunned for a moment. Although these bars also have such expensive wines, it is generally not easy to sell a bottle. Even if someone buys it, they rarely drink in the lobby. Most people with status and status open a private room to drink. Of course, there will be a stand outside to feel the atmosphere of the bar.

"Regardless of its new brew and aging, the most expensive thing for the uncle is." Where did Liu Biao know what Louis XIII was, he also heard the name of the wine. He was a poor student, occasionally extorted a few small coins, and drank beer. What else is OK, drink Louis XIII, don't think about it.

"Okay, sir, please pay first ..."

The master looked at Liu Biao carefully. Generally, in this bar, consumers pay first. Of course, there are regular customers and private rooms that pay first and then pay. In this hall, because the flow of people is too complicated, they pay for it first. After drinking.

"Yi Di, I'm afraid Grandpa has no money? Damn, believe it or not, I'll kill you with money. Hurry up, Grandpa will drink!"

Zhang Yang and Az don't talk. Like this heavy work of finding trouble, Liu Biao is the best at work. At school, when people walk a few meters away from him, he can also find trouble, saying that blocking his sunlight, here In the bar, if you want him to be troublesome, you can easily make hundreds of reasons.

"Sir, we are just waiters, please don't be embarrassed ..."

"Pop!" With a crisp sound, Liu Biao had slapped him up.

"You ..." Master covered his face and looked at Liu Biao angry. Liu Biao almost slapped him with a slap, his face swelled immediately.

"Fuck, you can kill a bird. If you can't be the master, let your manager come. Come on, do you still expect? I still want Lao Tzu to kill you with an ashtray!" He stood up suddenly and picked up the ashtray.

Seeing Liu Biao's huge figure, the young master took a hard look at Liu Biao and ran away.

Soon, there was a man in a black suit and a manager-like appearance, followed by two big men in black jackets. The manager smiled with a professional surname, but those two black jackets were disgusting and eyes were harsh. Staring at them fiercely, obviously, black and white faces are here.

Liu Biao couldn't help but smile, wanting to play this routine in front of his uncle Biao is useless!

"Sir, we don't know if there is anything wrong with the bar ..." The manager is a manager, after all, very polite.

"Don't jb, it ’s great to bring two people? Do you want to be sideways? Give me a drink, uncle, for three minutes, if you do n’t see my Louis XIII, hehe ..." Liu Biao interrupted the manager , I laughed.

"Okay, get up now!" The manager flushed with blood, reaching for two black jackets ready to take a step forward.

...

"Big brother really is amazing!" Aze gave Liu Biao a thumbs up.

"Hey, good to say." Liu Biao arched his hand proudly.

...

Soon, a bottle of Louis XIII was brought up by a young master, and the glass and ice cubes were all ready. Although this young master was not the one who was slapped by Liu Biao, he could still see the hostility in that eye.

This is only a small episode. Few people in the bar noticed that a story happened on the table of Liu Biao, and the dance floor was still crazy, just like countless demons and ghosts dancing. The colorful lights reflected a corner of urban life. Here, there is no pressure, no morality, and some just complete relaxation. In this purple and gold-enchanted environment, the most prone to a kind of depraved thoughts, in countless one-night stand is not here. Is it born under alcohol?

"Boom!" Liu Biao fell with a loud noise and a sound of broken glass.

Although the sound is not loud, it is extremely harsh in this bar, and most people look at it.

Immediately, several big men pulled away from the crowd and rushed towards this side. Obviously, these people were already ready.

There was a loud sound of "Peng!", The black jacket that started to run over was kicked by Liu Biao to the ground, the table knocked over a few times, Liu Biao jumped to the dj stage and shut down the music. Immediately, the whole bar was It was a moment of silence, and people were lost ...

"My aunt, what bar? It's all fake wine, and Louis XIII with more than 10,000 is also fake!"

Standing on the stage, Liu Biao gave a spit spit, and made several heavy punches in a row, knocking the guys who rushed to the stage and turned them upside down, and the audience was in a mess. There were some eager guests who met Liu Biao. The brute force immediately turned into an audience. There were actually guests praising Liu Biao. Everyone had a blind attitude. Some people applauded at one end and immediately echoed. For a moment, a group of guys who feared that the world would not be chaotic. A heroic character.

Listening to the sound of applause from the tide below, Liu Biao was a little bit fluttering, bowing his hands and saluting the Quartet, and a star was showing his head, and a goosebump was raised. Doesn't he know that he is seen as a monkey?

Whether it's a monkey or not, in short, Uncle Biao likes this tone.

"Little brother, you can eat things indiscriminately, you can't say anything indiscriminately. We must never buy fake wine at the Mustang Bar. Please take back what you said immediately." The manager did not know that he came out from that corner and looked coldly. On the stage, Liu Biao stopped a few guys who fell to the ground. Obviously, there are not enough people here. He needs time. He needs a knife to arrive. The protection fee for this bar is not tens of thousands per month. White cross.

"I haven't bought fake wine yet, I'm sorry, I said that Louis XIII is fake wine." Of course, Liu Biao couldn't tell what was true or false, but could only use strong words to make sense.

"Little brother, I know you don't have money. You just want to drink a bottle without money. Is it guilty? If you think it is fake wine, please give me evidence." The manager smiled recently and he has seen it Now, this guy is a clueless guy about wine.

"I rely on what evidence, I say fake wine, it must be fake wine ..."

"cut……"

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This time, the guests who started to cheer Zhang Yang all pointed at Liu Biao and cheered. After all, the world is just asking for trouble and it also needs to make a little sense. It is not mean to say that the bar sells fake wine without any evidence. .

"This, this ..." Liu Biao was stuttering, after all, the anger was hard to commit.

"Oh, naturally there is evidence."

Zhang Yang got up and slowly walked up to the stage with a wine glass in his hand.

The people in the bar were suddenly dazzling, especially some girls, and they were screaming. At this time, the publicity, whether in expression or temperament, was like a handsome aristocrat, raising his hands and feet, full of deceptive charm. This charm is a bit weird.

(To be continued)