The colorful lights in the bar are dazzling, the air is filled with the strong smell of alcohol, and the music is deafening. The dancers on the stage tirelessly twist their alluring bodies that make people's blood flow, constantly stimulating the audience. Men reveling in revelry.
"Tutututuo..."
Amidst the roars, Chu Heng and the other two people sitting in the corner drank wine quietly, looking vaguely at Randall who had taken off his shirt under the stage, revealing a fat body with thick chest hair. Mullen.
The old man was already drunk at this time, and was yelling and throwing bills on the table, hoping to knock off the last two pieces of clothing from the dancers on the stage.
After a while.
Chrissy, who was watching the excitement and not afraid of big troubles, couldn't help but asked Chu Heng: "How long do you want to wait? I think it's better to listen to me. I'll go find a few gangsters to block him outside now, waiting for him." Come out and give him a good beating!”
"Don't worry, it should be soon." Chu Heng smiled confidently, raised his head and drank the beer in the cup.
Now the old man Mullen has drank eight beers. At his age, there is a high probability that he will have some problems with his prostate. I believe he will have to go to the bathroom soon.
"Master Chu!"
At this moment, Cen Hao suddenly poked Chu Heng's arm and indicated the direction of the stage with his eyes.
Chu Heng looked up and saw that old man Malen had squeezed out of the crowd and was wandering towards the bathroom.
"Isn't the opportunity here?"
He stood up with a grin and followed quickly.
Cen Hao and Chrissy also got up and chased after them with excitement on their faces.
Not long after.
The three guys came to the bathroom, and it happened that there was no one else in there. Only Maren stood in front of the toilet and drained the water.
Without saying a word, Chu Heng rushed forward, magically took out a sack from his arms, and put the bag on Ma Lun.
"who!"
Malen yelled in panic, and just as he was about to struggle, he was kicked to the ground by Chrissy who was following closely. Chu Heng glanced at him appreciatively, this grandson is capable, and he will really do it if something happens.
Cen Hao looked at the sack on Ma Lun's body in surprise. He couldn't figure out how Chu Heng hid this thing on his body and why he had to bring a sack with him when he went out.
However, the situation was urgent at this time, and he didn't have time to think too much. He quickly ran forward and joined in. Together with Chu Heng and the others, they surrounded Ma Lun who was lying on the ground. He raised his feet and kicked him hard on the head and face.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Ah...bastard, don't let me know who you are!"
"Help!"
"Stop fighting... ah! I can give you money, but please stop fighting... ow!"
At first, Maren could still struggle and scream, but gradually his struggle became weak, and his screams became louder. In the end, he couldn't even scream, and he lay on the ground like a piece of dead meat.
Seeing this, Chu Heng silently waved his hand to signal Cen Hao and the others to stop. He immediately squatted down and felt Malen's pulse. He checked the injury and saw that it was nothing serious. The three of them quickly ran out of the bathroom and then out of the bar. Prepare to change places to celebrate.
As for old man Mullen, he was discovered ten minutes later by his companions who came to look for him after seeing that he had not come out.
Seeing that the old man had been put in a sack and beaten unconscious, his companion calmly stepped forward to check whether he was dead or alive, and then went out to call an ambulance.
He has long been accustomed to Mullen getting beaten.
This guy is a serious racist, and he also has a very bad mouth. He often conflicts with people because of some bad words, but he still doesn't know how to restrain himself, so being beaten is a common occurrence for him and the people around him.
It doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't die.
The only problem was that Mullen was the person in charge of the negotiations with Mitsubishi. He was so seriously injured that he obviously could no longer participate in the negotiations, and had to ask the head office to send someone over again.
I don’t know how much time it will take.
…
The next day.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Chu Heng, who didn't come back until almost dawn, was woken up by peeing.
He drowsily got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. He went to the toilet and took a shower. Only then did he regain some energy. Then he casually walked to the sink to prepare for a shave.
“This Citi’s Ocean Horse is really wild!”
Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at the bunch of red strawberry marks on his neck. He couldn't help grinning. He quickly made some foam and applied it on his face. He carefully used a razor to clean the blue marks on his face. Stubble.
A few moments.
Chu Heng came out of the bathroom after tidying up his personal hygiene. Cen Hao also woke up at this time. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of trousers. He walked to the bathroom listlessly. He had been on a plane for more than ten hours and was crazy for most of the night. Even if he was I can't stand it anymore.
When the two of them passed each other, Chu Heng reached out and poked a strange-looking tattoo on the guy's forearm, and asked, "What do you mean by that? The words don't look like words, and the paintings don't look like paintings."
"I don't know either."
Cen Hao said as he walked in: "My master gave me this tattoo, saying it is the mark of my sect, so that I won't meet my fellow sect in the future and floods will flood the Dragon King Temple."
"A fellow disciple? I remember that you and Jia Ying are the only disciples of Dou Laodao? Didn't all his other disciples sacrifice their lives? Where are the fellow disciples here?" Chu Heng asked doubtfully.
"Crash."
Cen Hao had already started to lose his temper. When he heard this, he shouted loudly: "I have no other brothers. Don't I still have a master? Don't my master's masters also have one? Don't they all count as fellow disciples?"
"Hey, it seems like your sect is quite big."
Chu Heng smacked his lips indifferently, then turned around to find a new set of clothes and put them on.
"Dong dong dong."
As soon as he got dressed, there was a knock on the door.
Chu Heng went over to open the door and saw that the bearded Chrissy was here.
This guy also played all night long, but now his face was red and he didn't look depressed at all. He walked in and handed Chu Heng a few hamburgers he had brought, and said in a casual tone: "We are in trouble."
"What?" Chu Heng took out the hamburger and looked at it with a look of disgust on his face, but he didn't care much about Chrissy's words.
If there was really some trouble that couldn't be solved, would this guy still have the heart to buy him breakfast?
The mother-in-law ran away early.
"It has something to do with Mullen."
Chrissy strolled to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer and opened it. After taking a big sip, he said with a relaxed face: "Their company had previously negotiated a cooperation with Mitsubishi. The machine When it was about to be shipped, the government suddenly stopped it. After many efforts, the government finally agreed to the deal a few days ago. But now it has been postponed again because of Mullen's injury. People on both sides are mad. The police have been called to investigate Mullen's injury."
"Is it fair?" Chu Heng bit his hamburger and looked at him, still not looking a bit panicked.
Krissy, who still wanted to scare him, saw it and felt bored. She shrugged and said, "It's just a small problem."
"Then why are you telling me this?" Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him, turned to the other side and shouted: "Cen Hao, hurry up, eat something quickly and leave."
