Several security guards wanted to rush forward to stop him, but they were no match for him.
During the pushing and shoving, I don't know how many punches and kicks I received.
The key is that the security guard has a baton in his hand. When pressed, he will use the baton to shock his opponent.
For a time, the war escalated, and the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel was in a mess, making it inaccessible.
Unfortunately, this hotel is not the same as the one where Wang Gensheng and others stayed, so now that Wang Gensheng is still on the road, there is a lot of excitement here.
An Xiaojing muttered to herself, Wang Gensheng said he would be there soon, but now he was almost off.
It wasn't until she called Wang Gensheng again to confirm that she calmed down: "Zhao Dabiao, you are bullying others today, so don't blame me for being rude."
"Manager An, how can you be so rude? I am the one who is being polite to you. If my previous temper had been the same, would you still be able to talk to me with your clothes on?"
Zhao Dabiao laughed obscenely. He always felt that An Xiaojing was too beautiful and he was too gentle with her, which was just a waste of resources and expressions.
"If you dare to take off my clothes, you are seeking death." An Xiaojing squeezed out a few words through her teeth.
She was indeed angry. As a hotel manager, An Xiaojing had encountered all kinds of cunning and eccentric guests, but no one had ever insulted her like this.
"Haha, I think you are asking for trouble, so I will help you and take off your clothes." Zhao Dabiao licked his lips with his tongue and walked towards An Xiaojing.
An Xiaojing looked at her security guards. Emma, all of them were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands!
These gangsters of Zhao Dabiao were all under fire and were not just a mob. They had subdued all the security guards without much effort.
An Xiaojing's confidence was completely wiped out. She didn't expect that Wang Gensheng would be so ineffective at work. Why didn't he show up after calling for so long?
Just when Zhao Dabiao was about to reach An Xiaojing's chest, the young man who had been beaten to a bloody head suddenly jumped up and bumped into Zhao Dabiao.
Zhao Dabiao was caught off guard and was knocked back several steps by the young man.
When he saw the person who hit him clearly, he suddenly became furious.
He kicked the young man to the ground, and then a group of gangsters rushed up and started punching and kicking him again.
An Xiaojing did not expect that the young man would risk his life to help her, but at this moment, she felt guilty and planned to plead with Zhao Dabiao to spare the young man.
If the fighting continues like this, young people may lose their lives.
With a whooshing sound, a wine bottle flew over from a short distance and landed on Zhao Dabiao's head.
The wine bottle shattered, and Zhao Dabiao's head blossomed at the same time, looking colorful and charming.
"It's his uncle's, who threw the wine bottle? Come forward with me." Zhao Dabiao screamed in pain and cursed loudly.
Just as he opened his mouth, another wine bottle flew over and hit him on the head again.
Zhao Dabiao was knocked directly to the ground, his eyes were covered with blood, and he could not see anything on the other side.
I saw him grabbing things with both hands on the ground: "Who is it? Who is plotting against your uncle?"
A group of gangsters didn't know where the bottles came from, so they formed a circle and said, "Protect Brother Biao, don't let Brother Biao get beaten..."
Whoosh, snap...
Another wine bottle flew over and hit the gangster on the head. The gangster immediately started wailing: "Oh my God, who is throwing the bottle? If you have the guts, step forward."
A young gangster with sharp eyes saw a young man leaning against the railing on the second floor, holding a beer bottle in his hand, looking for the target downstairs.
"Brother Biao, that guy is on the second floor, shall we rush up?" a gangster said in a flattering tone.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was another plop, the gangster's head exploded, and blood splattered everywhere.
This time, the bottle was not thrown down, but smashed down with hands.
The young man on the second floor was standing on the first floor with a playful smile on his face.
"Wang Gensheng, you just came, look at what kind of chaos everything is like?" An Xiaojing felt secretly happy. Wang Gensheng has arrived, everything is fine.
Wang Gensheng pushed with his hand, and a gangster took a few steps back: "What is going on? Is anyone eating the Overlord meal?"
Zhao Dabiao had received two bottles of wine, and now he was getting angry. He looked sideways at Wang Gensheng and cursed: "Who is your uncle?"
"I am your uncle!" Wang Gensheng said jokingly.
"My uncle, why did you hit someone with a wine bottle?" Zhao Dabiao was obviously stunned and asked with a surprised look on his face.
"I'm delivering wine to the hotel. I just saw you hitting someone with a wine bottle, so I brought you wine. Who knew you wouldn't take it well?" Wang Gensheng replied with a smile.
"You uncle, take advantage of me and hit me on the head. I think you are tired of living. Brothers, beat him hard with me until his intestines are blue."
Zhao Dabiao was furious. This guy came to Qingshan County from Lin County. Wang Gensheng rarely appeared in Qingshan County in the past few months. He didn't know Wang Gensheng.
The gangsters under his command looked for a long time and saw only Wang Gensheng alone, so they felt relieved.
Damn it, even if you have three heads and six arms, no matter what you do, in the end you will not be beaten to pieces and cry for father and mother.
A dozen gangsters surrounded Wang Gensheng at the same time, shouting.
Wang Gensheng also had a wine bottle in his hand. He seemed to turn a blind eye to the gangsters surrounding him and threw the bottle out.
Oh dear, does Zhao Dabiao's head have gravity? Why did the bottle avoid everyone but hit his head?
Mom, what's going on?
Zhao Dabiao felt life was worse than death and wailed loudly: "Beat me hard, beat me hard."
These gangsters originally wanted to look back to see how Zhao Dabiao's injury was, but now they had to take action.
Each of them held a swinging stick in their hand. The swinging stick was nearly two feet long.
Wang Gensheng didn't take these gangsters seriously at all. He rolled his eyes and suddenly saw a box of beer, but he laughed:
"Manager An, I'm sorry, but I can lend you some beer."
"Do you want to drink?" An Xiaojing was stunned.
"What kind of wine are you drinking? I'm going to knock wooden fish with it." Wang Gensheng said jokingly.
"If you want to use it, just use it!" An Xiaojing said helplessly.
Wang Gensheng dodged his body and picked up a box of beer, looking relaxed and uninhibited.
The gangsters were confused for a while. This didn't look like a fight. They were clearly selling beer!
"Boy, what are you doing?" A gangster raised his stick and struck at Wang Gensheng.
Wang Gensheng twisted his body and skillfully avoided the swing of the stick: "Haha, what are you doing? I'm here to give you beer for you to drink."