18 Chapter 17: Vignette
This man is nearly two meters in height. The muscles of the upper body seem to burst the black shirt at any time. The beard with a modified face and wild features can be used to form a picture that looks like a leech. Ruthless role!
"What are you doing?"
As soon as the burly man opened his mouth, a thunderous sound overwhelmed the frenetic music playing in the ballroom, shaking a few of their eardrums to a pain.
The member of the tyrant who was choked off his wrist might have been horrified by the pain, and also dispelled his reason. He immediately yelled at this big man!
"I (beep) your mother !!! What the **** are you! Lao Tzu's hand ..."
Before he finished spitting all the swear words in his throat, the bearded man waved a palm-sized slap and drew it hard towards the other's face. The force of the wave even brought a strong wind!
boom! !!
Only listened to a heavy muffled sound. The member of the runaway family felt a head-on impact of a train, and was blown out by a fan like a disconnected kite in an instant!
After bumping against the wall, a loud noise was heard again, and then it fell to the ground and twitched slightly, and blood mixed with other liquids flowing out of Qiqiao.
Suddenly, several others saw their companions' end, and they all finally woke up instantly.
This body type, this power, is obviously a power baptist of the second-order or above, that is, the end-time warrior! !!
After Xun's response, the two remaining runaways hurriedly mounted the companion who had been glared by Xia Leng, and hurriedly escaped the bar, regardless of the lives of the other two members.
Suddenly, Xia Leng squeezed his wrist tightly, and the gangster who could not pull his hand out of the backpack had been hurt to the point that his face was flushed, so he knelt down to beg for mercy.
When the bearded man saw this scene, he immediately understood it. "Oh, it's some thief and petty fool, don't you see the rules of graffiti on the outside wall?"
The expression of the man with a beard and a beard immediately gloomed down, looking even more fierce, just like Zhong Ling from the place where he came!
In fact, the graffiti outside the bar does not write the rules of the bar in words, but the rules drawn with extremely abstract graffiti. If you do n't look carefully for a few minutes, you ca n't see the **** content painted on it, I do n't know Thought I was painting scrambled eggs with tomatoes ...
As for how to deal with the itchy thief petty behavior, naturally it is to abolish the "tool" they use to steal.
The beard man did not know where to take out a nearly a meter long thick-backed razor, without saying a word, he just chopped it right into the right arm of the runaway who reached into his backpack!
Click!
Cutting hard arm bones is as easy for a beard man as cutting a sugar cane.
After a brief numbness, the painful nerves were transmitted to the brain, and members of the riotous family who had been severed by the arm also finally sent out a heartbreaking scream.
The sloppy broken arm sprayed thick blood like a water gun, splashed on the ground and on the bar, causing frowning of other bartenders, because the boss increased their workload ...
"Throw these two stinky meat into the infected area."
The man with a beard will still have the blade of warm blood, wipe it on the raging tribe who was sorely rolling on the ground, and then wipe it back.
One of the two runaways who didn't know the difference between life and death was dragged out by a few bartenders, and the other guests also ignored this scene and did not affect them in any way. They should dance and dance. Drink and drink.
At this time, I took out pure water from my share in exchange for the magazine's bartender, and just came out of the background with two full kettles. I saw the scene in front of me and stopped, and I left. In a few minutes, I started fighting?
"Guest, have you been frightened by those guys? It is also my fault to let them in. My name is Renault and I am the head of this bar."
The man with a beard named Renault saw Xia Leng sitting motionless and thought he was frightened. Then he walked over with apology and grabbed the broken hand that still remained in Xia Leng's backpack. Throw it in the trash.
I just pulled out the broken hand, but accidentally found that the wrist position of this broken hand was actually pinched a black mark!
It seems that before the wrist was cut off, the pinched flesh was necrotic!
"Oh? This guest, are you a baptist?"
Renault did not even look at the black mark on the broken arm's wrist in the slightest contradiction, and found that even the wrist bone was pinched and crushed, and ordinary people have absolutely no such power!
He just puzzled him a bit. If he was a baptist of the same strength as himself, he should be stronger. The young man looked so thin.
Of course, it can't be generalized, otherwise those brain-enhanced baptists are all big heads like aliens ...
"I'm not, maybe his hands have been like this before"
Wu Xia Leng's expression was calm and there was no trace of fluctuations. In fact, he also wanted to show fear to make the other person think that he was an ordinary person.
But his character has been like this since he was a child, and he can't even act out.
And Renault naturally saw that the other party intentionally avoided the topic, so he stopped asking.
"Yang Wei, I was shocked to pour a glass of wine for this guest. I have other things to deal with. The guests are happy drinking."
"Understand! Boss walk slowly!"
Zhuang Luo Hu Zhuanghan patted Xia Leng's shoulder and left.
Xia Leng heard that the bartender who used pure water to exchange yellow magazines with himself was actually named Yang Wei, and his mouth twitched a little ...
Then, a glass of glass with a thumb height was placed in front of him, which contained a transparent liquid with a mellow wine fragrance. This was the white wine made with several times the grain in the old times.
Although there is only such a small cup, its value is enough to fill a kettle with pure water.
Wu Xia Leng was not polite. He took the wine glass and poured the precious liquid into his mouth. He felt a warmth flowing from his throat to his stomach and finally to his whole body.
Although he is not addicted to alcohol, he will not refuse any food that can provide himself with calories.
Xia Leng then packed two water-filled kettles into his backpack and got up and left the bar.
This tempting place has never been his longing.
Wu Xia Leng watched the endless road being burned by the scorching sun to the end that even the air became distorted, he tore off the black hood, forgot this episode, and began his journey.
At this moment, three rioters holding shotguns not far behind, riding on a motorcycle with vicious eyes watching the other party gradually move away from the bar's territory ...
