Bar Fight 24

  At this time, the bayonet was on one side, watching the scene with interest, as if these things had nothing to do with itself, and did not intend to participate at all.

  "Son of a bitch!" Accompanied by a curse, a little punk came rushing over with a baseball bat, the bat bringing a whirring wind towards my head. I slightly dodged to one side, and with one kick, I hit his hand, causing the bat to drop. I quickly picked up the bat, and immediately followed with another kick, heavily using the back of my sports shoe to smash into his mouth. In an instant, this little punk's head jerked back, and he fell backwards, a mouthful of bright red blood suddenly spraying out, looking just like a beautiful fountain.

  I walked over, holding the baseball bat "thud thud" and slammed it against his head. At that moment, I was extremely angry, and I vented all my anger on this guy. I felt more comfortable as I hit him. The bald strong man shouted "hit", and other younger brothers rushed over. In an instant, seven or eight baseball bats were smashing towards me. I grabbed a guy next to me with one hand, blocking in front of me. A few sticks hit his body, and I kicked him with one foot. Immediately, I snatched another baseball bat, holding one in each hand, blocking and hitting at the same time. In less than a few minutes, only the strong man was left standing in front of me, holding a baseball bat.

  "Hey kid, you look like you've got some skills. How about following me and I'll make sure you eat well and drink well? Think about it!" The burly man pulled out a pack of Chinese cigarettes that looked very cool and put one in his mouth, and a young punk who had just gotten up lit the cigarette for him, looking very cool as he smoked.

  "Do I have to be like you and fight every day?"

  "Aren't you now the thug hired by that White guy? It's all the same everywhere, and besides, that guy is not what he used to be. Looking at your skills, I can recommend you to my big brother, and you'll definitely have a better future than hanging out here."

  "Is that so? Sorry, I'm just here to drink. You're unfortunately interrupting my interest in drinking tonight. If you can follow me around, I might consider calling an ambulance for you as a welcoming gift."

  "Listen up, kid! You've still got a long way to go, don't think about doing anything stupid. I mean what I say, so don't worry, but don't get too cocky either. If you dare touch me with even one finger, I'll make sure you can't leave this city today. I'm not joking!"

  "Did your mother give you so much nonsense when she gave birth to you?" I really can't stand this disgusting guy, it's really making me feel sick. Coincidentally, my mood is not good now, and I really want to beat him up.

  This guy was obviously enraged by my scolding, and without saying a word, he raised his baseball bat with his right hand and swung it down at my head. I looked at him expressionlessly, to be honest, this kind of guy is just a pushover, one hit and another, no threat at all. With my left hand holding the bat, I met him head-on, and the two bats collided. Suddenly, I felt a lightness in my hand, and my baseball bat snapped into two pieces. His bat paused for a moment before coming down at me again. I hastily retreated backward, and the bat smashed onto the floor tiles, shattering them into powder. Sparks flew from the friction of the bat.

  "The 'grass' unexpectedly turned out to be made of pure iron, it seems this guy isn't just all show and no substance. He can wield such a heavy iron rod with such ease, it's clear he really has some strength. This thing weighs at least 40 or 50 kilograms, if it hits you, you're either dead or crippled. If I hadn't reacted quickly and received professional training, who knows, I might have been killed by this guy with one swing of his rod. If it were an ordinary person, they'd be knocked to the ground immediately. Unless they encountered some kind of special existence, they could be said to be unbeatable. But if they encountered bullets, then it's hard to say who would come out on top."

  I took a look at the guy in front of me, his thick eyebrows and sturdy muscles made him look like a meat shield. I grasped the baseball bat with both hands and held it upright in front of me.

  "This guy looked up at me, smiled and said, 'Little kid, not bad, looks like you still have some skills, good enough to be my little brother. But now it's not that easy for you to get away, I'm going to take your life this time. Whether what happened earlier was luck or skill, it doesn't matter anymore, because today is the end of your life."

  The burly man said, wielding an iron bar in one hand and swinging it at my head again. Just as it was about to reach my face, a white figure rushed out from the side and blocked the blow for me. Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a black leather jacket held a double-barreled shotgun to the burly man's head.

  "If you dare, move again, believe it or not, I'll shoot your head off with one bullet. You can try, and see whose is harder, your head or my bullet."

  That guy turned his head and looked at the man in black jacket, "Heilong, how come you're not dead yet? It seems that your skills are quite good, do you want to follow me?"

  "Tanks, do you think your little strength can take us down? Don't forget the saying: a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. A tiger is always a tiger, and a mouse is always a mouse. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave at all. Don't believe me? Try it!" Hei Long smiled.

  The tank didn't say a word, turned around and walked out, unusually arrogant.

  Hei Long walked over and patted me on the shoulder, "It's okay, little brother, I didn't mean to scare you. Tonight's expenses are on me, consider it a consolation."

  "It's nothing, even if you don't come out, I have a way to deal with him. This kind of insignificant person is not enough for me to fill my teeth!" I looked at him and smiled.

  "Not bad, you have guts. If you have any trouble in the future, just look for me. Although I don't have much power, I still have some say in this county of Hua. Have fun, don't be polite." Hei Long said and then rushed towards the bayonet.

  "Hey, Xiao Bei! Help me get another glass of that wine I had earlier, it's pretty good!" I sat back down at the bar, the group of people from earlier had smashed a lot of things and now the waiters and some young guys were cleaning up. After tonight's commotion, there wasn't much business left.

  "Okay! Wait a minute!" Xiao Bei's voice was still cheerful, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. I couldn't see through this guy anymore. Even the bartenders here, no matter how good their mental quality was, wouldn't be so calm and collected. There were only two possibilities for someone with such a mentality: first, they had very strong abilities and didn't care about this kind of thing; second, they were used to seeing big scenes and this little commotion wasn't even worth noticing.

  Life is like that, don't provoke trouble, and don't be afraid of trouble. When trouble arises, bear with it. If you've provoked trouble, then just let it go, no one will give in to anyone else. If someone scolds you, ignore them; if they hit you, fight back with all your might.

  After some thought, I started drinking again; this kind of thing, let it be, we'll talk about it later.