The cold beer stuck tightly to "Huang Mao"'s clothes. He didn't expect that Chen Erbing would dare to attack him. Furious, he quickly picked up the beer bottle on the table and pointed it towards Chen Erbing's head. Smash it up.

Chen Erbing didn't panic at all. He dodged the beer bottle thrown by "Huang Mao" and twisted "Huang Mao's" right hand with both hands. With a "click", "Huang Mao's" right hand was broken.

"Ouch! Ouch!" "Huangmao" didn't expect Chen Erbing to be so strong. The sudden pain made me grin and scream. He shouted to his friends beside him, "Brothers, Beat me and beat this kid to death."

Taking advantage of the chaos, Shen Qian pulled Liu Lulu and ran out quickly.

The "Huangmao" group of people surrounded Chen Erbing and saw that a fierce battle was about to begin. Four or five people aggressively took stools and beer bottles and threw them at Chen Erbing.

Chen Erbing leaned down and avoided the stools and beer bottles that were as dense as raindrops. Soon after he said it, Chen Erbing leaned down and took out the steel nunchucks from his trouser pocket, "Hula la" The ground started dancing.

After a while, the legs of these four or five people were all severely beaten by nunchucks. They were all holding their calves and crying for their fathers and mothers, howling like ghosts and wolves.

"Come on, if you have the guts to get up again, one of you will get up, and I will take care of the other one." After sweeping four or five people, Chen Erbing seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he issued a challenge to "Huang Mao" and the others.

It's pity that "Huang Mao" first had his right hand broken, and then his calf was injured by the nunchucks. His upper and lower legs were in pain, and his facial features were deformed. He still dared to say "no" to Chen Erbing.

In desperation, "Huang Mao" had no choice but to turn his attention to the fat man not far away.

At this time, when the customers at the food stall saw someone fighting, they had already run away. Only a group of people watching the fun gathered around the road not far away. Everyone was pointing and pointing. Many people secretly admired Chen Erbing for being so powerful. One vs. five, they beat all those people to pieces.

The proprietress of the food stall was also frightened by the scene before her. Although quarrels often occurred in the food stall, this was the first time she had seen a scene like tonight where one person defeated four or five people.

The proprietress was worried that "Huang Mao" and the others would lose, so she called someone to help. If dozens of people made trouble at the food stall, there would be no need to do business tonight, and the tables and stools in the food stall would probably be ruined.

In desperation, the proprietress had no choice but to call 110 and seek help from the police.

Only the fat man with "Huang Mao" was still sitting calmly at the table. His heart was very complicated at this moment. He didn't expect that the boy at the next table not only looked talented, but also had such great kung fu. Look at that boy. He is quick with his hands, quick with his strikes, and has quite a routine. He must have received special training.

"Who could this kid be? I heard him and Huang Mao speak the local dialect of southern Sichuan, but it seems that I have never seen this kid in southern Sichuan!" Everyone in Sichuan County who has good leg and foot skills, including fat people. He heard that he was familiar with both red and white cakes and was very curious about Chen Erbing, so he decided to find out.

Fatty was sure in his heart that if something like this happened, the proprietress of the food stall must have reported the case. When the police came, the boy would be dead. After all, he was the one who did it first, and Fatty was in the police station, and there were many people who wanted to be tortured to death. This kid is no problem at all.

Even if the boss lady didn't report the crime, the fat man wouldn't worry. Although the "Huang Mao" ones were beaten to the ground, wasn't he still sitting here? No matter how powerful you are, can you be more powerful than the gun in my hand? The fat man used his hands

He touched the gun in his pocket and smiled contemptuously at Chen Erbing. He seemed to see Chen Erbing begging for mercy from him pitifully.

"As long as you run away, I'll shoot you." Fatty sneered in his heart, thinking that he must support "Yellow Mao", otherwise, no one will mess with him in the future.

Everyone thought that Chen Erbing would slap his butt and walk away after winning, but the calm Chen Erbing sat at the table as if no one else was around, drinking beer and eating the remaining dishes on the table. He even fought back.

He raised his legs and looked carefree, very chic.

"It seems like that kid is really dying and still has a stiff neck. Damn it!" The fat man on the side cursed in his heart.

At this time, a strange situation occurred. On one side, Chen Erbing was eating and drinking, while on the other side, the fat man was watching coldly from a short distance away.

"Wow, so handsome!" "Wow, so cool!"

Among the crowd watching the fun, many "nymphomaniacs" secretly thought how great it would be if they had such a handsome, cool and talented boyfriend!

There were also some spectators who were sweating for Chen Erbing. At this time, everyone could see that the fat man and "Huang Mao" were in the same group. Their companions had suffered a loss, and the fat man would definitely not let it go.

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It seems that the fun is yet to come!

Just when everyone wanted to watch the excitement again, the sound of police car sirens came from far and near, and a police car flashed alternating red and blue lights and was coming quickly.
Chapter completed!