Liu Wang came to me nervously: "Boss, I know this trick all the time. Can it be done?"
"rest assured."
When I ask Liu Wang and his brothers to go, they are definitely not going to die.
I call this move of his the Spidey Stick.
Unless the opponent is an extremely skilled player, this move can basically handle every situation.
Obviously, there are no such masters in Changchun Club.
In addition, everyone who practices martial arts knows that a general with a hammer and a stick is invincible.
Just by looking at his momentum, he could intimidate those people from the Changchun Club.
In the midst of doubts, the three Liu Wang brothers were taken away by Uncle Ya, and relied on their own connections to send these three people in.
By now, the dust has basically settled.
I looked at the time. It was getting late. It was time for me to have a good sleep.
Finally, it's time to visit.
Uncle Ya rarely changed out of his navy blue gown and put on an embroidered white garment that I had never seen before, paired with a pair of simple mille-layer cloth shoes. He looked very slender.
After breakfast, Uncle Ya gently placed his chopsticks on the table: "Everyone, follow me."
When I went out, I called Ji Canghai and asked him not to act rashly and to wait for my news.
To be on the safe side, Chen Jiayan and Xiaobai stayed with Uncle Ya.
The front of the funeral shop has been washed with water, a red flower has been pasted on each door frame, and the ground is covered with bright red firecracker paper.
The faint smell of sulfur lingered in the air, and Xiaobai kicked the cannon paper with his feet, looking excited.
I called him helplessly: "Brother, we are here to do business."
"Oh oh oh, it's coming."
I walked a few steps and opened the door first. Uncle Ya took long strides and walked in in twos and twos.
The people standing in the shop have changed their faces.
Uncle Ya handed over the invitation with one hand. The young man was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized and nodded respectfully to Uncle Ya.
Inside the secret door, there were no empty seats and a crowd of people.
Just like when I first came here, everyone was drinking tea and chatting. There were also a few men holding wine bottles in the morning and talking drunkenly.
To be honest, I quite like this kind of Jianghu atmosphere, but the Jianghu atmosphere of Changchunhui is already a bit corrupt.
People on both sides kept saying hello to Uncle Ya, but he just nodded in response and just strode forward.
When I got to the first row, the person next to me pulled out a chair for Uncle Ya, and then blocked me with his palm.
Uncle Ya straightened his clothes and said calmly: "This is my person."
After that, he personally pulled out the chair next to him and gave us a look.
"Everyone sit down."
There are not many seats in the first row. The four of us went to this one and basically occupied half of the seats.
With Uncle Ya here, the few people around him only dared to be angry but dare not speak out.
Soon, the second master and the waiter hurried over.
As soon as we met, the waiter put his hand on my shoulder: "You bitch, can you sit on this Huanghuali stool?"
I didn't look back at all, and looked straight ahead and responded, "If you're not beaten enough, I don't mind satisfying you here."
The waiter put his mouth next to my ear: "I don't believe you dare to touch me here."
"Bang!"
There was only a muffled sound, the waiter jumped up with a cry, and a smell of sulfur filled the air.
I turned around and looked happy.
The waiter's pants have blossomed, and he is covering his buttocks and moaning.
When I looked back, Xiaobai was pouting, with a smirk on his face that almost choked him to death.
Looking at the lighter in his hand, I understood everything.
This guy was squatting on the ground just now and kicking the paper. He probably picked up the unburned firecrackers.
For a moment, I just felt dumbfounded.
Everyone's attention has long been attracted by the muffled sound. The waiter's jeans have been blown into a bikini, covering the front and exposing the back.
As for the second master on the stage, his face had long turned black and even the corners of his mouth were trembling.
At this time, the drinking men stood up, and their rough voices echoed through the room.
"Xiao Er! Did you eat croton last night? Your butt was quite strong!"
"Hahahahaha..."
Amid the roar of laughter in the whole room, the waiter covered his buttocks and ran away.
I looked back at Xiaobai and secretly gave him a thumbs up.
