The king of ghost horse comedy

Chapter 98
Chapter 100!Commemorate it, ask for a ticket!

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The little monkey agreed, and quickly went to inform everyone.

For a moment, all the martial artists who were drinking and dancing were all in good spirits, and they still seemed to be indifferent on the surface, but their eyes turned to the door intentionally or unintentionally.

After a while, I saw a man with a cigar in his mouth, walked in pompously under the guard of four or five Fei Zai.

"Brother Long, you're here!" The gangster who watched the scene immediately stepped forward to meet him and said with a smile.

"Well, what's going on tonight, it's too peaceful, is there anyone making trouble?" The man with the cigar in his hand asked in a very arrogant tone.

"Don't worry, Brother Long. This is the territory of our Yiqun, who would be so unreasonable and dare to come here to act wild." The gangster who watched the scene laughed, "By the way, Brother Long, how many girls are there over there? It's very on time, I've already mixed something in their wine. Tonight you can...hehe"

"Good boy, you have a heart. Let me promote you another day." The man with the cigar in his mouth patted the bastard on the shoulder and said with a lewd smile.

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"Brother Sanmao, you have already been notified." The little monkey walked back to Hong Jingbao and reported in a low voice.

"Well, you go and turn off the switch now, we will do it in 5 minutes." Hong Jingbao nodded.

The little monkey promised, slipped to the back of the Black Phoenix Ballroom, and found the location of the switch.

"Brother Sanmao said to start in five minutes, let me see if the time is up?" The little monkey rolled up his sleeves to reveal a fluorescent electronic watch, the hands of which were still ticking away.

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"Okay, it's time!" The little monkey called out and pulled down the switch at once.

The neon lights outside the Black Phoenix Ballroom dimmed in an instant, and then the loud music in the ballroom suddenly disappeared, and someone shouted: "The power is cut off!"

As soon as the little monkey jumped up and rushed back to the ballroom, he saw that there was already a pot of porridge inside.

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After Hong Jingbao sent the little monkey to pull the switch, he quietly opened his palm and shook it, conveying the order to do it in 5 minutes.

Everyone was counting the time in their hearts, and their eyes kept scanning their surroundings, choosing the right weapon and opponent.

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Five minutes later, the lights in the ballroom suddenly went dark, and when the music stopped, people became chaotic.

Hong Jingbao, who was sitting there peacefully drinking, rushed out like a cheetah, holding a Carlsberg beer bottle in his hand.

Snapped!
After three steps, Hong Jingbao slammed the wine bottle at Huang Jinkai's head.

Hong Jingbao had rehearsed this movement many times in his mind, and it was absolutely impossible for him to miss it.

Sure enough, there was a crisp sound, and the wine bottle in Hong Jingbao's hand burst open.

"Fuck you!" Huang Jinkai yelled in pain, without even thinking about it, he kicked him instinctively.

Hong Jingbao dodged suddenly, dodged, and at the same time stabbed forward with the broken wine bottle in his hand, and immediately pinned Huang Jinkai's men.

With a cry, the subordinate screamed in pain.

Hong Jingbao kicked that subordinate to the ground with a sweeping kick, and then knocked him unconscious with a punch.

"Which cousin is it? What's the festival? Ming Daoming rushed at me. This kind of smearing and black punching is not what a hero does." call taxi.

At this moment, he couldn't see anything at all, and he could only hear the muffled sound of fists and fists in the ballroom, as well as the screams of his subordinates.

The hero Huang Jinkai didn't suffer the immediate loss, and immediately showed his name.

"I'm going to Nima's hero." Seeing that he was still putting on airs, Hong Jingbao punched him angrily.

But halfway through the blow, he suddenly heard a wind and rushed towards him.

Hong Jingbao said inwardly that he was not good, and quickly shrank his head back, but it was still a bit late, Huang Jinkai slashed his mouth severely, and blood flowed out instantly.

Hong Jingbao felt a pain in his mouth, and then he felt blood flow into his mouth, a salty and astringent taste.

"Push the street! How dare you bully me!" The wounded Hong Jingbao looked like an elephant in heat, instead of flinching, he rushed towards Huang Jinkai's knife.

Huang Jinkai succeeded in listening to the voice and defending his position, thinking that he could force Hong Jingbao back, but he didn't expect that the blood would make him more ferocious, and he was completely unprepared.

boom!
Hong Jingbao punched Huang Jinkai into the air, fell to the ground and continued to kick dozens of feet.

At this time, after a scuffle, Huang Jinkai's subordinates have been cleaned up by all the martial artists.

Seeing that Hong Jingbao was still kicking Huang Jinkai non-stop, beating him to the ground and begging for mercy.A few seasoned martial artists were also afraid of causing death, so they hurried up to hold Hong Jingbao back.

Fighting as a martial artist is a piece of cake, but killing people is quite different.

Hong Jingbao struggled and planned to fight again, but was led away from the scene by all the martial artists.

"Brother Sanmao, you are injured." Zhong Fa couldn't help exclaiming when he saw the pool of blood on Hong Jingbao's mouth.

"It doesn't matter, just go back and put on an OK bandage." Hong Jingbao said carelessly.

"Don't be careless, let's go to the hospital to have a look, it will be difficult if you lose your face." Yuan Bin persuaded.

Hong Jingbao was also afraid that if he really lost his appearance, he would not be able to make a movie, "Then find a safe hospital and don't let others know."

He led people to fight, but in the end they were fine, but he was defeated. Hong Jingbao felt a little ashamed.

The martial masters nodded and took him to a private clinic, which was also a place where brothers Dao Shang often visited.

Brothers on the road often fight and use knives and guns, and it is inevitable that they will be injured.

If you go to a regular hospital, it is likely to attract the attention of the police, so most of them go to a private hospital.

The doctor in this private medical clinic was also from a regular hospital before, but his hands and feet were a little dirty, so after being fired, he simply opened an underground clinic by himself.

With good medical skills, he has saved many lives, and he is somewhat famous in the Tao.

After examining Hong Jingbao's wound, the doctor said with a smile, "It's thanks to you for coming to me, otherwise it would definitely be disfigured. This cut is really deep."

Hong Jingbao didn't take it seriously at first, but he couldn't help being a little nervous when he heard the doctor say this, and he didn't even dare to open his mouth.

"Doctor, is it serious? Can it be cured?" Yuan Bin asked worriedly.

They are actors, if they lose their appearance, they can only work behind the scenes.

But actors and behind-the-scenes, the remuneration is very different.

Although Hong Jingbao didn't dare to speak out, his eyes kept looking at the doctor, like an injured puppy.

"Fortunately, you came in time. After I sew up the wound, it should be cured. But there will be a scar on the mouth." The doctor said.

"Is it possible not to leave a scar?" Zhong Fa asked.

"It can't be done. No matter how good the doctor is, no matter how good the suturing skills are, there will still be scars. The difference lies in the size of the scars. I will try my best to make the scars the smallest." The doctor replied.

When Hong Jingbao heard this, his expression darkened.

No matter how small the scar is, it can be regarded as disfigured. I never imagined that I was so unlucky, where the injury was not good, but it was on the face. God really forbids me to eat this bowl of rice.

Seeing what the doctor said, Zhong Fa didn't ask any more questions, "If that's the case, let's sew him up quickly."

The doctor nodded, and helped Hong Jingbao sew up the wound after disinfection.

"Remember that the wound should not get wet. After seven days, come to me to remove the stitches." After the treatment, the doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs and said to Zhong Fa and others.

Zhong Fa and the others nodded, and left with Hong Jingbao who had been injected with an anesthesia needle and was still a little confused at the moment.

(End of this chapter)