Dad, Did You Study Today?

Zhou Huaishan smiled with his mouth curled.

"I didn't go before. I had to study hard before. Now it's different. I study in the Imperial College all day and want to have some fun at night."

Wang Jin immediately agreed: "That's right! Brother Dacheng, you don't know how perverted the teachers in the Imperial College are!

If you don't find some fun to relax yourself every day, you will become a stupid academic bully!"

Zhao Dacheng laughed: "After all, you are a scholar. Even if you want to have fun, you shouldn't go to that kind of place. It would be bad if it gets out."

Wang Jin laughed, "Brother Dacheng, you still care about this 'Your son's face? You can tell at a glance that he is not a proper playboy!

Besides, we are going to listen to music, not to whore.

We are elegant. "

After saying that, Wang Jin stood up and poured wine for Zhao Dacheng, "You won't understand even if I tell you now. You will understand when you go to Hongxiufang tomorrow.

That Ying'er girl, although a little old, still looks good, otherwise how can she be called the top star!

In recent years, my father and his family always go to support her!

Now that my father is old and not very mobile, I have to take over this baton anyway!

Life is endless, listening to music is endless!"

As he was talking, the door of the box was kicked open by someone.

There was a solid bang.

Zhou Huaishan raised his eyelids and looked over.

A drunken strong man staggered in.

He was shirtless, with scars on his chest and shoulders. When he walked, the scars trembled with the flesh on his body. It didn't look very hideous, but it was disgusting.

Wang Jin stood up and said, "Get the hell out of here."

The drunk staggered two steps into the private room, closed the door with his backhand, leaned against the door, looked at Zhou Huaishan with drunken eyes, and trembled with a smile that he thought was ferocious.

"I need this private room, you, get out of here immediately."

Wang Jin's face darkened and he walked around the table.

As soon as he took a step, the drunk said, "Your servant fell asleep at the door. I guess he must have slept for half an hour if not an hour. What? Do you want to fight with me?"

It was obvious that he had come here specifically.

Wang Jin laughed, "I'm afraid it's not your first day in Kyoto, and you don't know your master Jin's name! Go out and ask around, did your master Jin's reputation as a street bully in Kyoto buy it with money?"

As he said that, Wang Jin swung his fist and hit the strong man's nose.

Wang Jin's punch didn't have any kung fu moves, but it was fierce enough.

At first glance, he was a professional street fighter.

However, the drunk was not a pushover. Just as Wang Jin was about to throw a punch, he raised his hand and grabbed Wang Jin's wrist with his iron-like hand.

He exerted force.

Crack!

The street bully's fierce face turned green immediately.

With a scream, he half-stepped to the side, "Fuck your ancestors! You dare to attack me, do you know who I am!"

The drunk ignored Wang Jin, twisted Wang Jin's wrist, and swung Wang Jin to the side with force. He staggered towards Zhou Huaishan.

Zhou Huaishan didn't look at him, but looked at Zhao Dacheng.

Zhao Dacheng's hand on the table was clenched into a fist, then loosened, loosened, and clenched into a fist again.

Just as the drunk was about to walk up to Zhou Huaishan, Zhao Dacheng picked up the wine jar next to him and smashed it against the back of the chair.

The wine jar was smashed, and the wine spilled all over the floor. He stood up with the half of the wine jar broken into sharp pieces in his hand.

Coincidentally, the drunk stood in front of him.

The drunk squinted his eyes, not taking Zhao Dacheng seriously at all, "Get lost!"

Zhao Dacheng picked up the wine jar in his hand and smashed it directly at the drunk.

The drunk stretched out his hand to block it, but he didn't know whether it was because of the alcohol or something, he didn't block it.

Zhao Dacheng, on the other hand, poked the drunk's face with the wine jar in his hand.

"Ah!"

A scream resounded through the sky.

The drunk was poked in the face by Zhao Dacheng with the wine jar. After howling for a moment, a dagger appeared in his hand. The dagger was sharp, and he swung it directly at Zhao Dacheng.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Dacheng cursed and dodged.

The drunk was no longer drunk, and he rushed directly to Zhou Huaishan beside Zhao Dacheng with a fierce move.

Zhou Huaishan just sat there calmly, without moving.

"You want to kill me? Kill me, anyway, I died a miserable death in my last life, and I don't want to live in this life."

He muttered in a low voice.

The voice was not loud, so Wang Jin certainly couldn't hear it clearly, but it was enough for Zhao Dacheng to hear it clearly.

Zhou Huaishan glanced at Zhao Dacheng from the corner of his eye.

Zhao Dacheng was startled, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he punched the drunk man's back.

At the same time, he kicked his leg.

Bang!

The drunk man was kicked to the ground by Zhao Dacheng.

He was put on the ground, without giving the drunk man a chance to breathe, Zhao Dacheng picked up the chair next to him and swung it directly at the drunk man's back.

The drunk man screamed miserably again.

Zhao Dacheng stepped on the drunk's face. His face was just stabbed by the wine jar and was still injured. When Zhao Dacheng stepped on it, he felt a heart-wrenching pain.

"Tell me, who told you to come?"

The drunk begged for mercy: "Grandpa, spare me, Grandpa, spare me, I don't know the real man, I drank too much and my eyes are blind."

Zhao Dacheng used all his strength.

The drunk screamed again.

Wang Jin drooped his dislocated hand and approached with a painful look on his face, "Um, Brother Dacheng, can you connect it? If you can, help your brother first."

Before Wang Jin finished speaking, Zhao Dacheng glanced at Zhou Huaishan. Seeing Zhou Huaishan looking down at the drunk, Zhao Dacheng hesitated for a moment, turned around and picked up his arm, clicked, and connected it for him.

It was connected, but it still hurt, but it could move.

Wang Jin kicked the drunk in the back a few times, "Damn it, you still dare to say that no one instructed you? No one instructed you to even cripple my hand?

How brave are you!

Who am I, dare you say you don't know?"

The drunk hurriedly said: "I was drunk and didn't see clearly just now, Master Jin, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"Fuck you!" Wang Jin squatted down, grabbed the drunk's hair and pulled it hard.

Zhao Dacheng loosened his foot, and Wang Jin pulled up the drunk's head, "Who asked you to come? I'll ask you again."

The drunk was very stubborn.

He insisted that no one ordered him to do it, and he just drank too much.

"Bullshit, you drank too much and you can knock my servant out outside? Do you think I'm stupid?

I'm asking you now to give you face, don't be shameless."

Zhou Huaishan, who had been silent all the time, bent down and supported his knees with his elbows, "It's Yang Tian, ​​right?"