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Chapter 94

Words:1496Update:22/07/01 05:37:41

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They were drinking in full swing. Qin Guan shrunk his head. Should I go over and greet them? Or should I pretend not to know them? As he thought about it, he forgot about the lethality of his face.

As a shining light bulb, Qin Guan's face would attract attention wherever he went. Qin Guan had buried his face in the table, eating lobster. Now that he had raised his head, he had attracted the attention of the surrounding diners.

Wang Hailiang saw Qin Guan at once. He nudged Bu Qinglu with his elbow and reminded him, "Hey, look at that table. He looks familiar."

Bu Qinglu, who was tearing a duck neck, glanced in the direction Wang was pointing at. Oh, it's that guy!

He put a piece of duck bone in his mouth and chewed it hard. "Do you remember the interesting guy we met at the Red Star Bar before the Spring Festival?"

"The Red Star Bar? The Red Star Bar?"

"The one who used you as a weapon and claimed to be the leader of the Capital University of Finance and Economics. Have you forgotten him? He also said that you would take care of the university in the future. "

Hearing this, Wang Hailiang suddenly realized something. No wonder this guy looks so familiar. It's this time. Interesting!

Before Qin Guan could dodge, Wang raised a beer bottle at him and made a gesture of touching the bottle to Qin Guan.

Bu Qinglu and Wang Hailiang had seen his wretched appearance, which had been seen by Wang Hailiang. The chilli seeds went into Qin Guan's throat.

Wang Hailiang was amused by Qin Guan's reaction. Qin Guan was so funny. He whispered something to his friends at the table and stood up unsteadily, intending to toast Qin Guan.

Big Brother Old Cannon was toasting his little brother. That was giving him face. Bu and the others at Wang's table took it as a joke. They looked at the guys at the opposite table, taking pleasure in Qin Guan's misfortune.

Wang Hailiang was walking over with a bottle of wine in his hand. Brother, you are really my brother!

Ye Dong asked Qin Guan in a low voice, "Do you know him? Enemies? "

Qin Guan gestured for them to calm down and explained, "I know them, but I'm not familiar with them. I'm not looking for trouble. Don't worry."

Liu Xiaoyang looked at the opponent's posture and suddenly thought of something. He whispered excitedly, "Is he Wang Hailiang, the most famous man in Weigong Village? Everyone in that area talks about this! "Liu Xiaoyang gave him a thumbs up.

Come to think of it, you're just a wimpy kid, but you're quite knowledgeable about the martial world? Qin Guan's muscles bulged as he walked. He picked up the gift on the table, a glass bottle of sour plum soup.

It was obvious that Wang Hailiang was here to get him drunk. Could he drink sour plum soup?

While he was thinking about it, something unexpected happened. Someone rushed over from the table next to them.

The man stared at Wang Hailiang fiercely and shouted, "Wang Hailiang, I'll f * ck your mother!" He picked up a skewer and waved it at Wang Hailiang.

The man's movements were straightforward. He focused all his attention on the weapon in his hand. His goal was clear. He wanted to stab Wang Hailiang through the chest.

An extremely sharp iron drill reflected a cold light under the reflection of the light. The man with the rod looked even colder. He's here to fight to the death!

As a soldier, Wang Hailiang's reflexes were different from others. Although he was a little drunk, he still reacted reasonably to the stab at such a close distance.

Wang Hailiang estimated that the iron rod was going to penetrate his abdomen. He bent his waist to the right and smashed the bottle on the head of the man who was rushing at him.

The man smiled ferociously. I'm not a newbie. I knew you cherished your life, Wang Hailiang! I've calculated all of your reactions.

The man's eyes shone even more crazily. With a roar, he shook the iron rod on his wrist. The rod deviated from its original trajectory and headed straight for Wang Hailiang's abdomen.

Bu Qinglu, who was standing behind them, was no longer as relaxed as he had been a moment ago.

The assailant was familiar with Wang Hailiang, but he was too far away. It would be too late for him to get there.

The others at the table all stood up and rushed over to Wang Hailiang.

They had to stop the madman as soon as possible. If he stabbed Wang Hailiang and stirred him up and down, everything would be over.



Bang! Bang! Because of the large movements, a few chairs were overturned and fell to the ground. The ordinary people who were eating at the side were all scared stiff.

The waiter in the restaurant felt like he was being strangled. Looking at the dangerous scene in the hall, he screamed, "Ah!"

The assailant was on the verge of madness. He was not affected by anything. His only goal was to stab Wang Hailiang! He had to stab him to death!

When the iron rod was only 0.01 centimeters away from Wang Hailiang's abdomen, he threw the glass bottle of plum juice at the assailant.

A 40-centimeter-long glass bucket filled with more than a liter of sour plum juice was accurately smashed onto the attacker's wrist. (Why is it so accurate? It's a big head, so it can hit him easily.)

The moment the iron rod entered Wang Hailiang's abdomen, the assailant's wrist was twisted by an external force. The rod changed its direction uncontrollably and missed the bull's eye.

Puff! The sound of the iron tool piercing into the flesh was soft and muffled. The sharp iron drill, coupled with the inertia, pierced straight through.

Because of the inertia of the impact, the assailant threw himself at Wang Hailiang, and the two of them fell to the ground.

The beer bottle was shattered mercilessly on the assailant's head the moment the stake pierced into it. Rolling foam and broken glass flowed down his face.

Wang Hailiang held onto the stake with one hand, and grabbed the culprit with the other.

Wang Hailiang's survival instinct made him hold the assailant's wrist tightly like a pair of pliers. Bu Qinglu had already caught up with him. He grabbed the assailant's arm and twisted the joint.

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