Chapter 573 (1/2)

Disdainfully, Cao Xiaolei changed a comfortable posture, opened his eyes and looked at Bieber, with confidence and arrogance in his eyes. ”You invited me, just to find someone to play with me?”

”The person who hit me, first of all, you are wrong.”

Bieber's bald head and fierce light in his eyes are reflected together, which really has a kind of unspeakable domineering.

”What about that? I'm used to beating people. I'm not used to being beaten. ”

”You'll get used to it.”

Bieber sneers, and his voice drops. Five or six people around him, including Steven and Lambert, touch his waist in an instant. Then he takes out his black gun and aims at Cao Xiaolei in the blink of an eye.

It's very impolite.

And Cao Xiaolei is the most annoying! The most annoying!

With a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, he stood up slowly. Then he touched his shirt pocket calmly, took out a piece of paper, which was folded, and threw it on the table in front of Bieber.

This throw, everyone's eyes also habitually followed Piao past.

In this moment, Cao Xiaolei acted!

The body didn't move, and his hand had blinked to catch the stun strong man lying at his feet. He immediately mentioned it and stood in front of him. When Bieber found out it was too late, he was still hesitating whether he would hurt his partner by shooting. Cao Xiaolei had a sly smile, and his hand suddenly went up, bang! A fruit knife like lightning smashed the only lamp in the room!

The light disappeared and blinked into darkness!

There was a chaotic shout, then a scream, and the sound of the broken wine bottles on the table and stool. Two minutes later, when everyone was still at a loss, the room suddenly lit up again.

Still standing a few people busy look, suddenly Leng in situ!

In sight, Cao Xiaolei is holding a lighter in one hand and a gun in the other, and the muzzle of the gun is facing Bieber's eyebrows! In addition, the most eye-catching is his smile, with banter, with cold, with pride!

There are always people in this world. Their mission is to be a waste snack.

There are always some people who are born to be envied, looked up to and defeated by others. But Cao Xiaolei is very lucky to be favored by God and become the latter. He is a person who turns the tide most of the time.

The situation in the room is reversed in just four minutes.

Steven and Lambert, for the fierce man in the black ring and the sharper man in reality, have completely raised their awe. Because they ask themselves, they are determined not to achieve the feat just now, not only their skills are not up to standard, but also their courage and sense are not up to standard.

”Still playing?”

Cao Xiaolei looked at Biebo's cold words.

The latter wants to be calm, but his slightly trembling body betrays him. Coupled with his already pale face, Cao Xiaolei finds out what this man is. It's not a little bit worse than him, but a hundred thousand miles.

”Let go of me and have a good talk.”

”Yes, I hope you don't let me down.”

Cao Xiaolei takes the gun back and leaves it on the table. Then Bieber arranges the clothes that are pulled by the other party. Several people standing around are waiting for his order, as if they are ready to attack.

However, Bieber did not dare to touch the dragon beard again.

He seems to have been forced to learn to behave well, and it's better to know that this person is not in front of him.

”Come on, let's go to another bright place.” Bibo leads the way out of the room. Cao Xiaolei follows him with a smile and ignores the whole group of people with guns at him.

I don't know if this kind of super psychological quality is the unparalleled magic skill that I had the cheek to chase after many girls.

Many of the people who play billiards outside are under Bieber's hands. When they see some people come out with their faces wrong, they also find something strange. However, the boss doesn't speak, and these people don't dare to act in private. They just come around and look at Cao Xiaolei with their eyes.

The goods are not afraid, but also waved to each other with a smile, said a very authentic Fuyang dialect, ”lying trough NIMA, a group of silly than.”