C20 (2/2)

Duan Hong's fingers gripped the bottom of the bottle tightly as he suddenly shrank.

With a crack, the beer glass turned into glass and flew into the face of the turkey.

The crowd was once again stunned —]

The cruel image was deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

With a scream, he covered his face with his hands and rolled around on the ground.

The crowd was once again stunned —]

The two of them looked at each other and saw fear written all over each other's face. They weren't afraid of the heat, but rather the youth with the buddhist beads on his wrist. In particular, he had a pair of piercing eyes.

At this moment, the two of them immediately understood what was going on. Both of them were silently cursing the turkeys and peeing for no reason. In the end, it was none other than themselves.

The two of them lifted their buckets and poured them over their heads. The stench of feces filled the entire bar.

< p > ”F * ck!” Who the fuck is shitting here! ”Hrm?”

A group of people walked down from the second floor of the bar. The arrival of this person immediately gave everyone below a sense of hope.

The man was wearing a white shirt which was tucked into his jeans. He wore a dragon head belt around his waist, and his long hair was tied up in a ponytail. A tiger tattoo of a downhill tiger could be vaguely seen inside the shirt.

Four eyes with a face full of stubble followed on the left, and an old Daoist on the right. The old Daoist looked at Duan Hong with eyes like lightning, and waved the horsetail whisk in his hands.

Duan Hong was amused, he knew this person.

Six years ago, he and Li Bo had come to the game arcade to play. The person with the pigtail was taking care of the game arcade and at that time, his hair would be very long and unbraided.

On their way back to school, they met with a few senior students blocking their way. When they saw that it was no longer possible, this person had saved them, because Duan Hong had once spent money in his Game Hall and could be considered his customer. If his customer was beaten up on Liberation South Street, it would be very humiliating for others.

Duan Hong remembered that this person was called Fan Tong!

The man with glasses at his side called him the 'chief.'

The turkey was like a defeated dog that found its owner, crawling to Fan Tong's side, purposely exposing a face full of blood, crying out: ”Brother Tong, someone came to destroy my reputation, and even beat me to such a state. Brother Rong, you have to be my judge.”

F * ck, this is — turkey?” You — how did you turn into a pig's head? But you look more pleasing to the eye than before.

Fan Tong took out the Red Tower Mountain and lit one.

After kicking away the turkey that was hugging his leg, he walked to Duan Hong's side and puffed out a mouthful of smoke, saying, ”Brother, you did this, so be it. ”I'll give you a 20% discount. Just give me 1,380,000 yuan.”

Ha!

He spat towards Fan Tong's face and shouted, ”Who are you? I didn't let you pay me back for fucking smashing my car, okay!

< p > 1.38 million, right? ”Your father's car isn't worth much, you just have to give 13 million, then I'll give up 800,000.”

”Talking is so stinky!

From behind Fan Tong, he took out a bunch of Mountain Knife s and looked at Ming Dong with a sinister look.

Duan Hong thought: After six years, I am no longer the Duan Hong from back then, and my appearance has changed greatly as well. I'm afraid Fan Tong doesn't recognize me anymore.

Duan Hong wasn't particularly disgusted with this person in front of him.

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