Chapter 1694 Single-choice

The woman in red glanced at Zhao Heng's clothes and the level of red wine in the glass, and then looked at the sound-silenced guns in Ye Changge's hands. A hint of solemnity appeared in her eyes. She knew that although Nanjing was not as strict as the ban on guns in Beijing, it was not ordinary people who could get guns, and Ye Changge's gun skills were very accurate.

It is not easy to hire such a person as a bodyguard, so the woman in red judged that Zhao Heng was either rich or noble. The woman who seemed arrogant and arrogant had enough brains and could understand it in her heart, but her face was a little solemn but she had no fear. She remembered this as Nanjing and also remembered her identity.

So when Ye Changge intimidated more than 20 subordinates and companions, the woman in red looked at Zhao Heng leaning on the sofa and repeated: "There is no need to be nonsense when things are at this point. Either I step on you or you step on me. If you have sex, give me ten minutes to call someone. How about it?"

"Of course, if you are afraid, forget it."

She bounced a smear of smoke off her fingers and pointed her forehead: "If you don't have the courage to give me a chance, you can just shoot me in the head. I'll admit it today, but I can also tell you that the First Village will chase you by any means, and even your family will be buried with you."

The woman in red showed a superior attitude: "Don't think I'm scaring you, Tang Xiaowan, never plays a fool." She also took out another noble lady cigarette from the cigarette box and put it on her bright red lips and sneered: "Brother, you are not a mortal, please give me a message."

When the curly-haired woman and the windbreaker were shocked by the extraordinary woman in red and the aura of the big owl, Zhao Heng smiled without objection. Ye Changge and Bai Gousheng also laughed. Even Han Jian couldn't help but grin. Qiangzi was furious when he saw this: "Bao, you laugh."

"Believe it or not, I will beat you into a pig's head again?"

When a sharp murderous intent flashed across Han Jian's face, Zhao Heng was picking up a lighter worth 500 US dollars, and approaching the cigarette that the woman in red had not lit, lit it with a snap, and then a playful arc appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Miss Tang, are you right? OK, I'll give you a chance."

As the cigarette was rising, Zhao Heng added with a smile: "I will give you a chance to call people, and I will give you an hour. Even if you call people, how many people are there, how many people are there, how many people are there, how many people are there, how many people are there, how many people are there, how many people are there, I want to see which great god you can move tonight."

The woman in red sprayed a mouthful of smoke: "Happy!"

At this time, the curly-haired woman and the windbreaker were beating her chest and stamping her feet. She felt that Zhao Heng was too self-righteous. Now she has the advantage of the situation and should get the lottery back or stop when she sees it. Why would she give her opponent a chance to call someone? This Miss Tang looks not simple, and it will be troublesome if she turns the tables.

They thought that Miss Tang wanted to cut off their fingers and look at the blood-stained Han Jian. They almost shook their heads together and Zhao Heng, who was a little wise but was always too shallow, wanted to kill them. The two wanted to pull Le Jing away but did not dare to move around. They blamed Zhao Heng and Han Jian again for the situation.

This kid is always a little tender.

The woman in red also glanced at an undeniable expression. Unexpectedly, Zhao Heng was really careless and asked her for an hour, instead of just throwing over them and running away quickly. She had some basic and powerful gunmen. Unfortunately, she had a little experience and didn't know that the sky and the earth were doomed to capsize.

As for Zhao Heng being able to withstand her counterattack, she thought it was a joke.

When she took out her phone to slide the screen to mobilize people, Zhao Heng also looked at the bloody Han Jian and said, "But I have never liked to waste time waiting. My brother was beaten like this by you. I want to seek justice for him. Who attacked him just now stood up."

At the same time, Zhao Heng also sent a text message to Yue Xiaoxiao.

The woman in red changed slightly, and Qiangzi and the others were all shocked, thinking that Zhao Heng wanted to take revenge on the spot and then dissipated a little bit of anger. Tang Xiaowan leaned forward and rippled across the snow-whiteness in her neck: "Little brother, why bother to hurry? Why not settle the score together later?"

Her eyes looked at Zhao Heng coldly, and she spoke with a needle hidden in the cotton: "Otherwise, you will get a little lottery now, and it will hurt even more if you vomit ten times and a hundred times later." The implication is that if Zhao Heng is called later, if Zhao Heng is at a disadvantage, she will take action even more cruelly and ask Zhao Heng to weigh the pros and cons.

"Are you afraid?"

Zhao Heng curled a joke on his lips, and then threw the lighter on the table: "Don't worry, I won't use a gun to intimidate you to seek justice. I have never done a group fight with a gun on the head of someone else. I am very fair. Those who have attacked stood up and fought with my brother empty-handed."

Zhao Heng pointed to the empty small stage and lit Han Jian and added lightly: "You beat him or he beat you down, I ignore you. I only have one result, a fair result. Miss Tang, my suggestion is quite kind, right? At least it is not as dirty as you, right?"

When the woman in red looked slightly awkward and ugly, Le Jing's two best friends secretly called Zhao Heng really a head-on fight. Qiangzi and others did not pay attention to fairness with Han Jian. As soon as they came in, they pushed their heads with seven or eight guns. Zhao Heng was so self-righteous about fairness with them at this moment.

And what if Han Jian was knocked down by one fight? Then wouldn’t Zhao Heng and the others be disgraced? Even the two of them indirectly had their own faces lost. They were constantly looking at Le Jing and asked her to stop Han Jian from going out to fight alone. However, Le Jing rarely chose to remain silent.

Le Jing knew the strength of Han Jian and knew that he had to seek justice, otherwise the frustration he suffered today would make Han Jian uncomfortable. She bravely stood up and stood side by side with Han Jian, shouting in the confused eyes of the woman in red, "I want to fight with Han Jian side by side, live and die together!"

Without waiting for Han Jian to respond, Zhao Heng made a decision directly: "Accurate!"

Since Le Jing wants to make her feel better, Zhao Heng of course wants to give her a chance. Otherwise, Le Jing will feel guilty when she sees Han Jian sacrifice so much for her. Moreover, Le Jing will make the latter more cautious and make the move more ruthless, which is better to seek justice.

Then Zhao Heng moved his eyes from the woman in red to Qiangzi and the others and mocked him: "Wasn't it awesome to coax me when I touched my brother? A bunch of people were punching and kicking him, but why are they all turned into turtles now? Can you only have the courage to fight with guns?"

Zhao Heng curled his lips and showed a hint of disdain.

"Boy, don't go back on your word!"

It seemed that Zhao Heng was experiencing bloodiness and the woman in red who was not waiting to send a text message stopped her. Qiangzi stood up and pointed at Zhao Heng with his fingers and shouted: "I will fight him one-on-one. If I beat him later, don't regret it. I regret it, it's the bitch who keeps it! That's it!"

He raised his thumbs up and made a contempt gesture. As his roar like blood, eight more men rolled up their sleeves and walked out. Three of them were gunshot wounds on their shoulders, staring at Han Jian who was silently approaching. The woman in red stopped fiddling with her phone and stared at Zhao Heng coldly:

"It is the way you draw, and I hope you keep your promise."

She had nine of her own brothers on the field, warning Zhao Heng, who was a little younger: "If they win later, don't be so angry that you shoot, otherwise I will seek justice for my brother ten times a hundred times. If you don't have enough blood, I will uproot your family."

Her words were sharp and looked very depressed. She showed that Zhao Heng would face ruthless revenge, thinking that Zhao Heng would be solemn, but she thought that Zhao Heng would be solemn, but she only gave Zhao Heng a smile. Then Zhao Heng waved his finger gently: "The battle began! Han Jian, don't kill anyone!"

Han Jian squinted his eyes and nodded, and protected the weak Lejing with one hand, and Zhao Heng gave him a chance to get face in front of women. Han Jian naturally had to do his best and show mercy, otherwise how would he face Zhao Heng? He stood in front of Qiangzi and the others and his fingers:

"Come!"

"Boy, haven't been beaten enough just now? I'll beat you to death!"

A flat-headed man roared and grabbed a bottle of wine, rushed towards Han Jian and Le Jing with great strides. Before he could even reach Han Jian, his eyes suddenly burst into tears. The bottle of wine in his hand disappeared. Then he felt a powerful force rushing to his chin, and instantly spewed out a mouthful of blood, unconscious.

His chin was covered in blood and shocked everyone's eyes.

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