As Fan Jun was talking, a few more men came in from outside the store. One of them was half a head taller than the others, with a muscular back and red lines on his face.
But when the guests around me started making noises, they said: "The main actor is here, the supporting actors can get out!" "Brother Fan, I bet you will win!" "Brother Tiger, don't be discouraged!"
Two men were fighting passionately on the stage. They had no time to pay attention to the shouting from the audience. One of them even cursed: "What are you arguing about? If you want me to step down, come up and fight. If you beat me, I will leave!"
Before he could finish speaking, the tall, tattooed man known as "Brother Tiger" who had just walked in, without saying a word, grabbed a bottle of wine from the table, drank a big gulp, then took off his shirt, In a few steps, he rushed to the wooden table arena.
"Wait, wait, you..." Before the two fighting men could react, Brother Hu was thrown off the stage.
Brother Hu patted his chest and glanced around the ring with his round eyes, staring at Fan Jun.
Fan Jun twisted his neck, stood up, slapped Wei Jing's head hard, and said, "Why don't you drink when you come here?"
"Why are you hitting me?" Although Wei Jing was scared, he had a stubborn personality. His head hurt and he was dissatisfied. He pushed Fan Jun's waist with his backhand. He felt that Fan Jun's waist muscles were solid, as if he was pressing against a full sandbag. , but there was some pain in my elbow.
Fan Jun laughed, strangled Wei Jing's neck with one hand, grabbed the wine bottle and poured wine into him.
Wei Jing took two sips of wine and felt choked and uncomfortable. He coughed repeatedly. Anger suddenly arose in his heart. He struggled to break free. He took out his eight hands from his waist and tried to fight Fan Jun. He yelled: "If you bother me again, believe it or not." I kill you!"
"You don't know what's good and what's good. You shot Pan Yuan's pebbles that day, which suited my taste. I'll teach you a trick. Drink a few more sips of wine, and you'll feel better on stage later." Fan Jun laughed and strode towards the ring. Go.
Wei Jing gasped, feeling that the wine was so spicy that it made him feel sick to his stomach. When he turned his head and saw Bei Xiaolu looking at him and shaking his head repeatedly, as if he was pitying the puppy on the roadside, he couldn't help but feel angry again. But when he thought about Pan Yuan not coming, the stone in his heart dropped. He took a deep breath and started thinking again. How to get out without letting Bei Xiaolu look down on him.
"Come on, come on, bet!" The innkeeper, with a rosy face and a short figure, half a head shorter than Wei Jing, with a round belly, smiled and shouted at everyone to place bets. The mood of the men reached its highest point. , some shouted "Fan Jun", and some shouted "Brother Tiger".
Wei Jing gritted his teeth, thinking that now he had no choice but to risk his life. He didn't want to show a miserable look and make Bei Xiaolu laugh, so he simply slapped the table, shouted, touched his money bag again, and put the last two coins into his pocket. A copper coin was also used to escort Fan's army.
"Boy who is eating the King's meal, do you want to play too?" "It will be your turn later!" Everyone teased Wei Jing.
"Yes! I lost a lot and only have two coins left. Will you let me play with you?" Wei Jing laughed loudly instead of getting angry.
"Play, play, as long as you have fun!" The innkeeper waved his hand to smooth things over and asked Wei Jing to place a bet, but he did not forget to warn: "Boy, don't forget that you ate our overlord meal. This It’s a rule.”
"I know." Wei Jing stared into the innkeeper's eyes and said. The innkeeper rubbed his hands, laughed again, and asked everyone to place bets.
Fan Jun and Brother Tiger had already touched fists, and each took a few steps back, ready to fight.
Brother Hu was taller and stronger than Fan Jun, with his hands spread wide, he pushed forward step by step. Fan Jun flicked his legs, stomped heavily on the table, made a loud noise, and made a strong horse stance.
Brother Tiger took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to cover Fan Jun's neck. Fan Jun stumbled, suddenly lowered his body and ran forward, and struck fiercely at Brother Tiger's face with a pair of fists.
Brother Hu couldn't dodge and was hit on the face. His nosebleed came out immediately, but he grabbed Fan Jun's arm, turned it to his back, hugged his waist, and tried to throw him backwards with a sudden force. It turns out that Brother Hu is doing wrestling.
Fan Jun asked Brother Hu to lift him up, hold his breath and exert force the moment his feet were in the air, and then he sank down again. Brother Hu missed the fall, so he gathered more strength to tighten his grip around Fan Jun's waist, and then lifted Fan Jun's body up.
Fan Jun shouted, forcefully pulled Brother Tiger's hands away, and fell down. Then he quickly turned around and jumped up, kicking Brother Tiger in the chest with a series of kicks. Brother Tiger took these kicks. Even though he had a thick body, he took a few steps back in pain. He puffed out from his nostrils and rushed forward like a mad cow, trying to grab Fan Jun's waist.
Fan Jun stood firm on his horse and pushed with both hands to resist Brother Hu's hand. The two of them grabbed each other's palms and competed for strength. Suddenly, they heard a rattling sound from the wooden table under their feet. Extrapolate.
"Haha, the stage is divided, push it back!" The men were making noises. A group of people divided into two sides, pushing against the wooden table ring on both sides, pushing the wooden table ring open by Fan Jun and Brother Hu. And went back.
"Drink!" Fan Jun let out a tiger's roar, his strong Qigong burst into flames, his feet suddenly stepped up, and two dents were made on the towering wooden table under his feet. The men around the ring were shaken back, and then Then he saw Fan Jun pushing Brother Hu back.
Brother Hu took a few steps back and was about to fight back. Fan Jun lowered his body and got in front of Brother Hu. He used his brutal close-quarters fighting, hitting Brother Hu's shoulders, neck and chest with his elbows and knees. On the abdomen.
Wei Jing's blood boiled with excitement and he almost jumped up to shout, but Fan Jun suddenly stopped the attack, quickly took a few steps back, and offered his hand to the innkeeper.
Brother Tiger staggered off the ring, collapsed on the ground and gasped for air. A group of men shouted: "I just say Fan Jun is awesome!" "It turns out that Brother Tiger sees no use in him!"
Brother Tiger's friends rushed forward and pulled Brother Tiger to the corner, fanning and slapping his face. Seeing that Brother Tiger was still wheezing and coughing, they couldn't help but angrily complained to Fan Jun: "Brother, you hit too hard! "
Fan Jun said nonchalantly: "I only exerted five points of force. If we really hit him, he wouldn't be able to get up!"
"I didn't use all my strength. I want you to look good at the scene tomorrow at the mineman's house..." Brother Hu said angrily, pushed everyone aside, and led his friends staggeringly out of the inn.
The innkeeper took out a small wad of money from the killing, shook it twice at Fan Jun, and pointed to the wooden table that was broken by his feet.
"I know, your table is very expensive. Let's have fun tonight. Tomorrow I will go to the bomber's house to fight. If I win, I will buy a few more tables for you. You can open a few more jars of wine for everyone to drink! Fan Jun replied with a laugh, and the men watching the battle made a noise and cheered.
"I obviously won the bet, didn't I?" Wei Jing took the bet back from the innkeeper and saw that it was still two copper coins, and asked angrily.
The innkeeper snorted: "Fan Jun is the king of the ring, and the odds are only half of the stake. The rule here is that if you win, you have to deduct 30% as a handling fee. Otherwise, if everyone bets on Fan Jun, how can I compensate you? Not to mention the food and wine these men eat and drink. You only bet two copper coins, and if you win one, you pay it back as a handling fee. Do I have to take away three points of the copper coin?"
"Drink! Then no matter how I win, it's only two coins, and it's a crapshoot!" Wei Jing yelled.
"That's true. I'll spare you the handling fee. You can start playing with three coins!" The innkeeper laughed and rewarded Wei Jing with a copper coin.
"Actually, you don't have to bet on Fan Jun. The odds are higher, but the odds of losing are slightly bigger." Bei Xiaolu came behind Wei Jing at some point and whispered. Wei Jing turned his head away and ignored her.
At this time, two or three more people jumped onto the wooden table ring to fight. Everyone had drank and didn't care about the order. Some wanted to fight Fan Jun, some wanted to challenge him to a duel, and some even shouted for everyone to pledge their money. Focus on yourself.
The innkeeper had an idea, clapped his hands and shouted: "Don't make any noise, don't make any noise! How about a brawl among four people? The last one standing wins!"
Some guests shouted: "How can this happen? If three are fighting one, that would be unfair!"
The innkeeper laughed and said, "Don't we usually fight enough? Tomorrow night's game at Lei Yuan's house is the highlight. It only happens two or three times a year. It is more than ten times more lively than this small inn. I was invited to be the guest. Distinguished guests, you don’t want to lose your good competition skills in this small inn, so you can’t help Lei Yuanwai! Let’s just watch the excitement tonight and have fun. Xiaomao, go and open a few more jars of wine for everyone to drink!”
