Urban Iron-Blooded Soldier King

After staying on Qingyun Mountain for a long time, Dong Wenfeng and Chen Qing went down the mountain. They originally planned to stay on the mountain for one night, and then watch the sunrise at the top of the mountain in the morning.

As a result, without accommodation, they had to choose to go down the mountain. When they returned to the city, it was already full of lights and wine, and night fell.

Dong Wenfeng and his colleagues chose to eat some big food stalls on a river crossing bridge. This weather is very suitable for big food stalls and frozen beer.

"Boss, first come 20 kebabs and take a frozen beer!" Dong Wenfeng ordered what he wanted to eat and sat at the low table.

Ren Ke'er and several of them chose their favorite food at the stall and ordered some hot dishes.

The stall is a very messy place, because it is set up in public places, so there is no privacy at all. It is rare for the three beauties at this level like Ren Ke'er.

Many passers-by will choose to eat here in order to have more eyes. Seeing the increasing number of customers, the boss's face is smiling.

"Sit down first and I'll serve you right away." When the boss saw several beautiful women taking care of his business, he was much more enthusiastic. The smile on his face seemed to dispel his physical fatigue.

Chen Qing and Li Qingqing are not good girls like Ren Ke'er. They also have their own social life and sometimes drink. Moreover, their purpose this time is to entertain Dong Wenfeng. Naturally, they want to drink with Dong Wenfeng.

A frozen beer and twenty mutton kebabs were wiped out by the three of them within half an hour. Ren Ke'er ate one.

At this time, Ren Ke'er brought other things they chose, and Dong Wenfeng asked the boss to take a beer.

Chen Qing and Li Qingqing drink well. Naturally, they won't be afraid of Dong Wenfeng. They want to drink unfairly with Dong Wenfeng with the advantage of girls, that is, Dong Wenfeng drinks two cups, and they only drink one cup.

Dong Wenfeng is not afraid. When he was a soldier, his drinking capacity was not bad. Now after practice, his physical quality is ten million times stronger. It is estimated that he will not feel drunk if he drinks beer all the time.

Around those single dogs and other men with lust and no courage, they keep turning their eyes to this side.

When Chen Qing turned around and saw someone staring at him, he glared angrily. The man was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

However, there were also brave people. A group of five or six people came to Dong Wenfeng with a bottle of beer in their hands.

"Miss, you are beautiful. Can I have a drink with you?" A man with a scar on his forehead propped his hand on Dong Wenfeng's table and tilted his head to ask Li Qingqing.

The man's mouth was full of wine, his tongue was knotted, his words were unclear, and he looked back at his friend with a proud smile in his eyes.

"Sorry, I don't know you. I don't want to drink with you." Li Qingqing was in a good mood today and explained to the scarred man with a pleasant face.

"Miss, I'll be born and cooked twice. Let's have a glass of wine and make friends!" The scarred man was a little drunk at the moment, but his head was very smart and found an excuse at once.

"Go away, I said I didn't want to drink with you!" Li Qingqing saw the man stick to herself like brown sugar. She stood up and patted the table, pointing to the scar man's nose and scolded.

When the scarred man heard Li Qingqing scold himself, he not only didn't get angry, but showed some smile, but the smile was the expression of disdain.

"Do you know who I am? So you just don't give my brother face? "

The scar man stared at Li Qingqing with a smile. He didn't know whether he was drunk or sober now.

"Who are you? I'll ask your mother. If you don't get out, I'll let you climb back!"

Dong Wenfeng couldn't see it anymore. He stood up and slapped the scarred man on the shoulder, and immediately beat him on his knees.

Feeling the evil spirit deliberately revealed by Dong Wenfeng, the scar man returned to normal as soon as he was excited. Before, it was all done under the stimulation of alcohol.

Dong Wenfeng picked up the scarred man and kicked him away. The scarred man's legs kept shaking. His friends saw him and ran up to help him.

After driving away the flies, Dong Wenfeng and his family started drinking again. Only they picked up their glasses. The scarred man and five or six young people dressed very trendy surrounded them.

"Friend, did you just kick my brother?" The young man who looked nearly twenty-eight or seventy-eight years old was playing with a multifunctional dagger and looked at Dong Wenfeng with disdain.

"I'm right. Are you here to help him find a place?"

Dong Wenfeng picked up his glass and drank it at random without looking at the young man.

Chen Qing and Li Qingqing didn't speak. They still ate and drank, completely ignoring these little gangsters.

"Hehe, my brother came to invite your friend to have a drink. Your friend doesn't give face. If he doesn't give face to his brother, he doesn't give me face."

The young man named Zhang Wansan hooked his fingers at the horse behind him. The horse took out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and gave it to Zhang Wansan.

Zhang Wansan took a hard smoke and spit out a chain of cigarette rings. It's very cool.

"How much is your face?" Dong Wenfeng asked with a serious face.

When the onlookers around heard Dong Wenfeng's question, they almost laughed. When Zhang Wansan's younger brothers heard that Dong Wenfeng humiliated the boss, they were filled with righteous indignation and rushed to solve Dong Wenfeng.

Zhang Wansan stretched out his hand and stopped the horses behind him. The dagger in his hand swayed rapidly in front of Dong Wenfeng, but Dong Wenfeng didn't blink and was not afraid at all.

"No one in this street dare not give me face. Since you don't know the rules, I'll teach you the rules."

Zhang Wansan thought that Dong Wenfeng was empty handed and still sitting. His sudden attack was sure to hit the other party.

"Whew"

The dagger in Zhang Wansan's hand flashed cold. When he was about to stab Dong Wenfeng, Dong Wenfeng leaned slightly, punched the other party in the face and flew out.

"Oh, my hand hurts. It seems that your face is really thick!"

Dong Wenfeng pretended to scream.

Hearing Dong Wenfeng scolding himself so roundly for his thick skin, Zhang Wansan was angry. He originally wanted to find his face, but now he can only rely on the number of people to solve Dong Wenfeng.

With a wave of Zhang Wansan's big hand, the horses behind him found nearby weapons and shouted to Dong Wenfeng to look good.