"Fuck your mother, I've fucked him!"

"get off!"

Qian Baole's people surrounded him. Xiao Mihu and two other brothers in the gambling game were stunned by others in the car. They covered their heads and only focused on protecting themselves. They might even forget where the knife was. But Sun Zhi and Zhang Hongwei did not shrink back, and got out of the car with the knife and swung it. Unfortunately, the other party had a large number of people, so they could not move forward at all, because when their bodies moved slightly, they would immediately pierce the crowd.

"Bang!"

In the middle of the crowd, Fu Zhisong raised his leg and kicked one down, then rushed to the stairs.

"Fuck your mom, what are you going to do?"

"Beat him!"

“…!”

The brothers around Guan Dong were about to take action, and Fu Zhisong took out the sawed five hairs from his arms with his right hand and shouted at the crowd: "Come on, fuck your mom, who isn't afraid of death?!"

Everyone was stunned when they saw the gun.

"Tread!"

Fu Zhisong took this opportunity and rushed up the steps in two steps, pointed at Guan Dong at the gun and shouted: "Fuck your mother, I want to take the money, but people want to leave too, can it be?"

Guan Dong was also stunned when he saw the gun, but immediately came to his senses and shouted: "Brave B, try shooting me!?"

After saying that, the two of them were in a stalemate, and the two groups of people who were originally going to fight were separated.

“…!”

Qian Baole frowned, put his hands in his pocket and walked up the steps with a knot, pointing at Fu Zhisong and saying, "You should put down the broken play in your hand."

"I can't let it go!" Fu Zhisong replied with a crooked neck.

"Haha, fuck," Qian Baole sneered at Fu Zhisong: "Do you dare to drive?"

"Guess if I dare?"

"Then I'll let you guess!" Qian Baole turned around and looked at Kanzi.

"Fuck your mom, put the gun down!" Kanzi also took out a six-stroke hand from his pocket. The gun was the kind of inferior gun and equipment that could only fire six bullets and be useless. In this era, this game should cost only two or three thousand yuan per game, and many gangsters had it in their hands.

On the steps, Fu Zhisong turned his head and looked at Qian Baole and others, then pulled his neck and shouted: "Sun Zhi, Hongwei, you two will give me the money and get the car in."

"You can take the money away today. My fucking surname is yours!" Guan Dongling yelled with his eyes.

"Fuck your mother, I asked you two to take the money in the car but didn't hear me?" Fu Zhisong shouted again.

Sun Zhi and Zhang Hongwei were silent for a while after hearing the sound, then gritted their teeth and walked into the crowd and lifted the two black bags.

"Baole, let me break him!" Guan Dong was not pretending to be a B at this moment, but had been brought here. Because he was surrounded by familiar faces watching the fun, he was about to shrink, and then this hand was broken.

"I know what to do." After hearing the sound, Qian Baole first called Guan Dong with a word, and first showed that I was not your brother. Don't shout to me in front of so many people. Then he looked at Fu Zhisong and said, "He is my friend. I'll tell you again, put down your gun."

"Who is who I love JB, I will definitely leave with Qian." Fu Zhisong gritted his teeth and replied: "If you move the fuck, I will collapse him immediately."

...

At the same time, the club office is in the office.

The inner security guard who was watching the venue looked at the manager and said, "There are all JBs below, how can I do it?"

"Pull it a little!"

"Who dares to pull it? Guan Dong and Qian Baole are both here. It won't work even if we go," the guard frowned and urged: "You go down and persuade!"

"I'm going to be useful if I advise you?" The manager said after careful consideration: "Call the police. You're shameless. Then we have no idea. Let the police come and rush over and they'll all go away."

After speaking, the internal security officer took out the phone and called the police.

Downstairs, inside the van.

After taking advantage of the two gangs' stalemate on the steps, Xiao Mihu lowered his head and dialed Chen Tianze's number.

"Hello?"

"Brother Ze, we have been tidied up with Guan Dong's people. More than 40 people have surrounded us and can't get out..." Xiao Mihu shouted with the phone without any ability.

"Fuck, where is it?"

"Night."

"Wait!"

After saying that, the two hung up their phones, and then Chen Tianze and others rushed here from the hotel.

...

On the steps.

"Bang!"

Qian Baole inserted his left hand into his pocket, and suddenly grabbed Fu Zhisong's gun barrel with his right hand, and shouted again: "I fucking let you put the gun down!"

"I'll let your mother go," Fu Zhisong yelled, holding the handle of the gun tightly, "Get out of here!"

"Kanzi, fuck him!" Qian Baole suddenly roared.

"Kang!"

Fu Zhisong pulled the trigger first, and Qian Baole instantly lifted the gun up, but it was still too late. Guan Dong felt a burning pain in his head, and blood flowed down instantly.

"Kang!"

Kanzi didn't spoil it either, so he raised the gun and pulled the trigger directly. Fu Zhisong arched forward, and the bullet hit his shoulder instantly.

"Hulala!"

After the gunshots, the crowds watching the fun immediately dispersed, and almost 70% of the people retreated to the night bar. After Fu Zhisong was shot, he rushed to Guandong without saying a word.

"Puff!"

A brother next to Kanzi chopped Fu Zhisong on the back with a knife. At the same time, Guan Dong, who had just never expected Fu Zhisong to shoot first, almost instinctively covered his head and shouted: "Help!"

This sound of help almost destroyed Guan Dong's ability to pretend to be B overnight, because everyone present heard the sound of the sound was shrill, scared and cowardly.

"Crash!"

Fu Zhisong hurriedly rang the bolt of the gun, pointed at Guan Dong and shouted: "Fuck your mother, fuck you to death!"

"Bang!"

Qian Baole raised his legs and kicked it on Fu Zhisong's waist.

"Kang!"

The gunshot sounded again, and Guan Dong, who fell on his back, saw with his own eyes the sparks of his crotch. Then he turned around and turned around and crawled behind him.

"Crack!"

Qian Baole held Fu Zhisong with bare hands, and the other two brothers pressed the gun in his hand. More than 30 people below rushed up with knives, and they were about to chop around Fu Zhisong. Xiao Mihu and others in the car were scared to see this scene and didn't dare to get out of the car at all. Only Sun Zhi and Zhang Hongwei rushed up with knives.

"Cut him!"

Kanzi yelled with a gun.

"Cruff!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a Mercedes-Benz sedan suddenly stopped on the edge of the street. Then a handsome guy with a handsome face and a facial expression filled with exotic charm led a driver to walk down: "Guan Dong, good life, but what the hell are you doing?"

After saying that, everyone present followed the sound and looked under the steps. Then they saw the young man leading the driver and walked up, frowned and shouted again: "Where is Guan Dong?"
Chapter completed!