Chapter 125 (2/2)

”When did you start smoking? I remember you didn't touch this thing since you learned boxing from the elder Huangpu?” long Zhanhai glanced at the cigarette brand and said, ”it's still such a strong smoke, Hardman, be careful to hurt your lungs!”

”It's all right, smoking hurts my lungs, but it can give me comfort!” the statement took a sip of the cigarette in his mouth and slowly spit out a cigarette ring after smoking it out.

To say, his posture of holding cigarettes is really wonderful: his thumb, index finger and middle finger contain cigarettes, just like an old farmer holding a pipe.

”Ha ha, your smoking posture is still as coquettish as ever?” long Zhanhai stroked his bulging General belly like an iron pot with his left hand and looked at him with a smile.

The statement didn't answer. Take the ashtray on the table with your left hand and press the cigarette end out. Maybe I didn't feel enough comfort in my heart, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it, and then the poor cigarette holding posture from beginning to end.

”I'm going to go abroad,” the statement said slowly.

The Dragon chopped the sea and smoked the cut tobacco. He smiled and asked, ”what are you going to do?”

The tone of the statement was plain, and there was no emotion mixed in it: ”two things, deal with one thing for the old man in Huangpu and treat He Qing's fingers. Without a gun, he will be ruined in his life.”

”Are you here to remind me to be careful about Mu Wanjin?” long Zhanhai said with a smile.

”His daughter's bodyguard is very good at fighting, and I'm not his opponent.” when he said this, he made a statement and continued: ”moreover, he has good shooting skills, and it seems that he has a quite professional team. I checked his information and only know that he has been a mercenary abroad. It's very mysterious. Be careful.”

”Huangpu master's disciples can't beat anyone. He must be an expert. It seems that I have to find a personal bodyguard.” long Zhanhai stopped turning his left hand and took a glass of wine on the table.

”Yes, and you're exposed here. You must be careful.” the statement warned again.

Long Zhanhai poured himself a cup and another for the statement. He raised his glass and motioned to drink to Lu Haotian: ”well, I'll have someone prepare the poster in a minute. It seems that my bar has to change blood!”

”Well, you'd better replace the waiters and waiters.” the statement touched him gently and drank it down. The wine goes down your throat and is extremely spicy.

”Alcohol hurts my stomach, but it can give me comfort. Smoking hurts my lungs, but it can relieve my fatigue. I spit a cigarette ring and hover between my eyebrows and eyes...”

A very rhythmic rap sounded on the singing platform of the bar. A handsome man and a well-dressed man held a microphone and sang heartily. At the same time, they also danced close to each other.

Two words: eye care.

They not only sang and danced, but also did all kinds of wanton actions, and their clothes became less and less. They didn't stop until there were only a few pieces of fig cloths left.

The men and women in the bar cheered and whistled. Some people take videos of their mobile phone, waiting for them to make friends or express their Kwai Fu.

”Your song?”

The statement nodded, snuffed out the cigarette butts and drank a glass of wine: ”as before, clean female students in key high schools had better have long hair.”