3 (Chapter Dragon and Phoenix Bar Battle (Current)

"Bang bang bang..."

“Ahhhh…”

Guo Daitou and the other two strong men were put on the ground before they understood what was going on. He never dreamed that there was someone on his territory who dared to be so arrogant. He didn't finish his words and took action.

It's right.

He had seen many arrogant people, but this time he had to admit that he had never seen such arrogant people. But at this moment he had no time to think about it because Feng Er had fucked him so immersed in a few punches.

What happened on the booth here is not noticeable, because the fast-paced dance music just now started playing fast-paced dance music. Almost all the people who don’t like fast-paced dance have left. Most of the people who like fast-paced dance are going to the dance floor to dance, and the rest are

Some people were drunk, and there was no waiter at this booth, so no outsider saw it after the three people on the pot cover were knocked down.

Several people obediently helped the three strong men to the sofa and sat down. With a "swish", Feng Er poured a glass of foreign wine on the face of the head of the pot that had fainted.

I saw the head of the pot shaking his head, which was still a little dizzy, slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the person in front of him, he immediately shouted with anger: "Damn, you dare to be here..."

Two crisp sounds of "pa" and Feng Er slapped the pot cover twice: "Are you still pretending to behave?"

Although the pot cover was thick and thick, the face was swollen quickly.

"Say...where did you Brother Long go?" Peng Gang shouted sternly.

The pot cover was thrown in front of Feng Er's slap, and he never dared to show off his power anymore. He swallowed hard: "Guru... Brother Long, I didn't come today..."

"Bang..." Feng Er slapped again: "Do you just answer me if I ask you? Where has he gone?"

"have no idea……"

"Bang..." Feng Er slapped again: "I don't know what you said!"

"..." The pot cover didn't dare to say anything again.

"Bang..." Feng Er slapped him again: "If I tell you not to say anything, then you really don't say anything?"

"Zhizhi..." Jixiangruyi and Ye Zi were unable to bear it anymore. They couldn't help but feel that their faces were a little hot, because the pot cover had turned into a pig's head at this time.

"Brother Feng, doesn't your hands hurt?" Jixiang asked.

"It hurts a little..." Feng Er thought for a while, took off his leather shoes, gestured at the top of the pot cover, and raised them high. Just as his leather shoes were about to be thrown down, suddenly came from behind him.

A gunshot.

"Bang..."

Feng Erdingshen saw that a large bullet hole was exposed on his raised leather shoes. He looked behind him again, beloved... I don’t know when the people on the dance floor were looking at him.

DJ has turned off the music, and the bar is quiet at this time.

"Gulu..." Feng Ergan swallowed his saliva. He found that the hundreds of people on the dance floor seemed to have some objections to him, and they all stared at him coldly.

The shot was a bodyguard in a black suit very close to Feng Er. He was more than 1.9 meters tall. What surprised Feng Er the most was that he was a black man.

Next to the black man was a very elegant man. He looked about 35 or 36 years old, wearing a white casual suit, a white casual shirt inside, and a big one on his chest.

The faucet is hidden from time to time, and a platinum necklace as thick as a chopstick on its neck is hung around its neck.

The coolest thing is that he has a big cigar in his mouth, and he is sucking happily. There is a playful smile on his face, and his eyes are faintly scanning the base.

Song Xiaotian and others on the way.

Song Xiaotian and others were all stunned by this sudden scene. They never expected that they would be suddenly surrounded by people. The people dancing seemed to be all of them.

"Haha... let's talk, what are you doing here?" the man smoking a cigar slowly said.

"He is Brother Long!" Peng Gang whispered.

"Hmph..." Song Xiaotian snorted coldly, with a faint smile on his lips, and glanced at Brother Long: "Brother Long, right?"

"Well, I am!" Brother Long nodded with a proud look.

"I'm a mud horse..." Song Xiaotian's face suddenly changed: "Where did we offend you? Why did you burn Uncle Peng's food stall?"

"Hmph..." Brother Long showed a bright smile: "In Manhattan, you are the first person to dare to scold me in front of me. Just this point, I really want to know what your name is and what you do

?”

"If you don't change your name or your name, my name is Feng Er!" Song Xiaotian said shamelessly.

"Damn, let me take the blame..." Feng Er whispered in a low voice.

"Hmph..." Brother Long smiled slightly, then he saw his face suddenly change, throwing away the cigar in his hand, and suddenly shouted: "Feng Er, I'm your sister, fuck them to death..."

"Damn it, Song Xiaotian, I'm a slut..." Feng Er shouted, picking up a bottle with half of Hennessy's bottle and smashing it at the crowd.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

The heavy metal music in the bar started to sound again, and now even if you shoot here, you can't hear it outside, let alone fights.

The booth happened to be in a corner, so Song Xiaotian, Feng Er and Peng Gang stood in front of the booth, and basically no one could rush in.

Although there are hundreds of these people, they are all small characters. Facing the two masters Feng Er and Song Xiaotian, no one can take a move and will be beaten backwards.

Although Peng Gang is not as perverted as Feng Er and Song Xiaotian, he has also obtained the true teachings of Peng Tiansheng. He is so arrogant that he is quite powerful that he can be a man and a man who can't help but be a man.

However, Zhang Sheng sat down and didn't move behind them. They also knew that it was enough to have these three people in this situation.

The deck they are in is forty or fifty centimeters higher than the dance floor in the middle, so Feng Er and his team have a great advantage in standing in front of the deck, so it seems even easier.

Soon, nearly 100 Brother Long's people were beaten to the ground. Seeing that the situation was not good, Brother Long winked at the man in black beside him. The man nodded slowly

Crowd into the crowd.

All of this did not escape Song Xiaotian's eyes. He knew that the black man had a gun in his hand, so he was always paying attention to him. When Brother Long winked at him, he also saw it all. It was obvious that the black man would squeeze into the crowd.

Fire a black gun.

"Feng Er, pay attention to the black man just now. He is going to shoot!" Song Xiaotian shouted loudly.

"Damn it, I dare to play guns with me, cover me..." Feng Er yelled, and retreated. He saw him pulling out two silver-white Boreta 9/pistols at once, "Bang

Bang" Two consecutive gunshots were fired, and the black people in the crowd also fell to the ground.

This time, everyone calmed down.

Especially those people in front of Song Xiaotian and the others, they all looked at them with panic. They were all outside members of the Longhu Hall. It was okay to bully ordinary people like ordinary people. But how could they have seen such real swords?

The gun line.

"Bang bang..."

Feng Er shot two more times in a row, and these two shots hit the two DJs on the DJ station, which meant that they were asked to turn off the music.

The two DJs were so scared that they were trembling all over and quickly pressed the music to pause.

"Give me a reason not to kill you!" Feng Er pointed at Brother Long twenty or thirty meters away with his gun.

"You will die if you don't show off..." Song Xiaotian whispered.

"Haha... Kill me?" Brother Long seemed not afraid at all. He slowly put his right thumb and index finger into his mouth and whistled a very loud whistle: "Shh..."

After this loud whistle, hundreds of men suddenly rushed out of the outside of the bar and the private room area, all with weapons, such as hijabs, muskets, pistols, and even a few tattered ak47s.

This time, the form immediately reversed. Song Xiaotian and others, who had the upper hand, fell into a disadvantage again. It was obvious that others had already died and they were back today, and it seemed that they had prepared several plans specifically for them.

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