My Legendary Years

After hearing Xiaohei's words, Huang Mao grinned, patted Xiaohei's face and said, "it's fucking time, my black brother. You still pretend to be calm with me, don't you?"

"You fucking get rid of these people now, and I can let you leave!" Xiao Hei reached out and opened Huang Mao's hand, and then shouted expressionless.

"Yes, brother Huang, we're almost done!" Xiaodong shouted aside when he knew that the matter was making a big deal.

"Fuck you, what's almost enough!" Huang Mao kicked Xiaodong's stomach, then stretched out his hand and patted Xiaohei's head directly, shouting: "draft it? I'm going to see how awesome you are today. Can you fucking keep me from going out of this restaurant!"

"Return his mother's ink or something, and just do it!" shouted the caliper youth at the top of his voice.

"You are the first one to make trouble since the opening of this hotel..." Xiao Hei touched his palm, then stretched out his hand to pick up the wine bottle on the table, and then patted it directly on Huang Mao's head.

"Bang!"

The wine bottle burst on Huang Mao's head, and the blood flowed down Huang Mao's head. All the people around looked silly. No one thought Xiao Hei said he would do it, and there was no fucking ink at all.

"Draft it? Fuck him for me!"

When the caliper youth saw that Xiaohei started, he stared at the beads and shouted. Then he rushed to Xiaohei with a machete.

"Fuck you!"

Xiao Hei raised his legs and kicked on the stomach of the young man with the caliper, then reached out to pick up the stool around him and directly crossed his body to block the machetes cut from different positions.

Xiao Hei said to Huang Mao that he would fight. He didn't have any fucking time to prepare. More than 20 people rushed directly to Xiao Hei.

But at this time, the door of the private room opened again. Han Chao and Lao Bian rushed in from the outside with a kitchen knife and a nunchaku. Then Han Chao shouted, "I fuck you, I'll see who dares to make trouble!"

"Shua!"

Huang Mao and the caliper hurriedly turned back. The caliper looked at Han Chao and shouted, "who the fuck are you?"

"I'm the fucking embodiment of justice!"

Han Chao didn't give the opposite party time to negotiate at all. He rushed over with a kitchen knife, but he was beaten back by a yellow haired man with a machete before he fucking rushed to Lao Bian.

"What the fuck are you looking at? Help!"

Han Chao shouted at Lao Bian as he ran.

"I can't fucking use the whole JB thing you give me!" Lao Bian looked at the nunchaku in his hand and said something in silence. Then he ran to the position where Han Chao was.

In this way, the three Hubi of our imperial meal directly started to work with the opposite group of people with steel pipe army stabbing knives in their hands. They said they were doing it. In fact, Han Chao had no chance to fight back, that is, they tried not to let them go with stools and tables.

A few minutes later, Han Chao, Xiao hei and Lao Bian hid under the dinner table and didn't go out directly. Our imperial tables were fixed, so Han Chao didn't go out. The Yellow haired people could only stand outside and look at the three of them.

"Fuck you, you come out!" Huang Mao scolded Xiao Hei at the table, covering the wound on his head.

"Do you have the ability to draw up? Come in!" Han Chao scolded the yellow hair outside.

"Brother, why did you get into these things when you eat?" Lao Bian asked Xiao Hei in some silence.

"There is some contradiction..." Xiao Hei explained in a low voice, then looked at Han Chao and asked, "why don't you two find someone?"

"I fucking found it, didn't I come? The north and South are fucking finished. I've been beaten and hid in the table. Why don't I come?" Han Chao scolded silently, then took out his mobile phone and called the north and south.

"Dudu..."

After the cell phone rang a few times, North and South answered the phone.

"Where the fuck are you? If you don't come again, I should let these things kill me!" Han Chao bared his teeth at his mobile phone.

"Right away!" Nanbei whispered back, and then hung up the phone directly.

At the same time, Xiaodong heard Han Chao's voice on the phone and hurried to Huang Mao's side and whispered, "brother Huang, they seem to be hiring. The people in the harem should come. Why don't we go first..."

Huang Mao hesitated when he heard Xiao Dong's words. He also knew what the people in our harem did, so after a moment of silence, he stood up and shouted to Xiao Hei in the table: "draft it? It's your life today. I tell you, you fucking wait for me. We're not finished!"

"Draft? If you can, don't go. My rescuers will be here soon! Draft, bah!" Han Chao scolded the yellow hair outside the table while spitting.

"Fool!"

Huang Mao scolded silently, and then shouted to the caliper youth, "let's go!"

After shouting, more than 20 people ran directly outside the private room, but just as Huang Mao was about to reach out and pull open the door of the private room, a dark shotgun was directly aimed at Huang Mao's forehead.

North and south Zhang Tian came in from the outside of the private room with a shotgun. North and south Zhang Tian had cigarette butts in their mouths, looked at Huang Mao with a smile and asked, "why, man, you want to go after loading?"

"..." Huang Mao stepped back two steps and looked at the shotguns in the hands of North and south. He was obviously nervous.

"What do you do?" the caliper youth raised his machete and shouted at the north and south.

"Kang!"

Without saying a word, Zhang Tian shot the young man under his feet, then looked at the young man and asked, "draft it? What do you say we do!"

"Elder brother... Elder brother has something to say..." Huang Mao swallowed spit hard and hurriedly stepped back.

More than 20 people looked at the shotguns in the hands of North and South and Zhang Tian. None of them dared to move. This is the fucking difference between underworld and gangster.

"Draft it, talk about your mother B!" at this time, when Han Chao saw his help coming, he ran out directly under the table, then slippered directly, and a big leather shoe patted yellow hair's head directly.

"..." Huang Mao turned to look at Han Chao and didn't dare to speak.

"Draft it? Aren't you fucking awesome?" Han Chao shouted at the top of his voice, and then he was going to take a second shot, but he was dodged by yellow hair.

"Draft it? It's quite fucking flexible!" Han Chao scolded silently. Then he pressed Huang Mao's head to have a big meal of leather shoes. After a few shots, Han Chao threw the leather shoes to the ground and shouted to the north and South: "how the fuck did you come? I should be bullied to death!"

"I bought a box of cigarettes halfway!" Nanbei replied with a smile.