A man and a woman sit on the left side, and on the right side are two middle-aged men of similar build.
"drink!"
The middle-aged man with a beard unscrewed a bottle of whiskey and pushed it to the middle of the table. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in the trench coat opposite: "Drink, drink up this bottle!"
As his words fell.
immediately.
The six people who were originally standing next to the booth stepped forward and surrounded them, staring at the two men with eager eyes, full of oppression.
Sitting next to the bearded middle-aged man was a young woman with exquisite facial features, fair skin without any blemishes, and her mixed race added a bit more temperament to her.
She straightened her back, and the curves of her chest were proudly exposed. She glanced at the two people opposite her expressionlessly and smoked a cigarette calmly.
"Damn! This horse is on point..."
Wu Ying, who came out to see Ji Bu and others off, burped in wine and looked at the young woman with bright eyes: "Get out of my way, no one wants to fight with me. I have to go over and exchange feelings with her.
Card holder.
The two people sitting opposite the bearded men glanced at the whiskey in front of them, and then at the six horse boys surrounding them, looking a little embarrassed.
"Sorry, Miancha."
The man with the back hairline smiled and reached out to pat the man in the trench coat next to him: "Xiao Ma, he doesn't know how to drink. What he said just now is so offending, so offending..."
"Can't drink?"
Mencha held the cigar in his hand in his mouth, his black teeth full of cigarette stains were very ugly.
He filled a glass with whiskey and said coldly in a somewhat fluent Mandarin:
"Song Zihao, don't say I don't give you face. If you say Mark Lee doesn't know how to drink, just drink this drink."
"good."
Mark Li, who was wearing a windbreaker, glanced at the aggressive Mian Cha, reached for the cup, raised his head and drank the whiskey in the cup in one gulp:
"I was so offended just now. I said the wrong thing. I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter."
Miancha glanced sideways at Mark Li, with a joking expression on his face: "Mark Li, it seems that you are quite good at drinking. You can finish a glass of wine without being out of breath."
He pointed to the whole bottle of whiskey on the table and ordered again: "Drink it!"
"I"
Mark Li looked stunned.
"Bata."
A big black star appeared in the hand of Ma Zai standing nearby, and he put it directly on Mark Li's head.
At close range.
The big black star is full of oppression.
This was Mark Lee's first time to experience such a battle. Facing the big black star pointing at his head, he shivered under the big black star's gun.
"What now?"
Mencha scolded again in a cold voice: "I asked you to drink it!"
"good."
Song Zihao glanced at the gun-wielding Ma Zai, then reached out and patted Mark Li on the shoulder to tell him not to be nervous.
He picked up the entire bottle of whiskey on the table, raised his head and started drinking.
Ten seconds later.
Song Zihao breathed out and turned the empty wine bottle downward: "Mian Cha, let's end this matter here. Xiao Ma knows he was wrong."
"hehe."
Miancha sneered, stretched his neck, and looked at the two of them with eyes full of banter: "Hey, Brother Hao is quite good at drinking, right?"
immediately.
The six people who originally surrounded them each reached for their guns.
Six big black stars were pointed at the two people.
The black muzzle of the gun looked increasingly oppressive under the flickering light.
This place is in a corner, with several people gathered together and the lights dimmed, no one really noticed it.
"Mina."
Mencha tilted his head and looked at the young woman sitting next to him: "My good sister, give them some good food to try."
The words fell.
Minna pinched out the cigarette in her hand, a sneer appeared on her pretty face, then she stood up from her seat and pulled a large glass to herself.
Immediately afterwards.
Minna stretched out her hand and unzipped her tight jeans and started to release the water.
around the corner.
Ji Bu and others stood here and witnessed the whole process.
Wuying who followed them out subconsciously cursed.
"Fuck!"
Watching this extremely dramatic scene, Wuying bared his teeth and looked at the young "woman" named Minna with surprise:
"I'm holding you in my mouth, what the hell is this?!"
"Did I drink too much?"
He once suspected that he had drunk too much and stretched out his hand to rub his eyes. He once again looked at the proud and straight curves of Na Na's chest and muttered:
"What the fuck."
original.
When Wuying saw this beautiful-looking and good-tempered Minna, he muttered about where this mixed-race beauty came from. She was very pretty, and was ready to have an in-depth exchange of feelings.
Who knows. Now he only feels a tightness in his anus.
"Fly."
Ji Bu smiled and joked: "Didn't you say you wanted to exchange feelings with her? Go quickly."
"Go to the street!"
Wuying exclaimed that he was unlucky, holding his hips and shaking his head: "I was just joking."
A'e was standing next to Ji Bu. After seeing this, she subconsciously hid behind Ji Bu, holding his arm without looking over there.
"cousin."
Hua Zai looked at A'e who was hiding behind Ji Bu and shouted: "Come to my cousin."
A'e looked at Hua Zai but didn't reply or pay any attention to him.
···
soon.
A full cup was filled with the orange, frothy, fishy liquid.
Minna shivered, closed her zipper, pushed the big glass in front of the two of them, and sat on the sofa again.
"drink!"
Miancha looked at the two of them with a joking look on his face: "Drink this cup, and this matter will be over. Our transaction today will be completed perfectly."
The six horsemen holding big black stars immediately took a step forward, pointed their guns directly at their heads, and urged:
"Drink quickly!"
"..."
Mark Li sat in his seat, his lips twitching and he no longer dared to speak.
"Miancha!"
Song Zihao's face turned red as he looked at a cup full of fishy stuff in front of him: "This is Hong Kong Island after all, are you going too far by doing this?"
"Too much?!"
Mian Cha raised his eyebrows and said with disdain: "So what if this is on Hong Kong Island? Are there any capable people on Hong Kong Island Road now?!"
He said in an extremely tough tone: "What? My gun can't kill you on Hong Kong Island, can it?!"
Faced with Miancha's rhetorical question, Song Zihao was speechless.
Don't say it yet.
These days, whether they are big circle boys or people from Vietnam and northern Myanmar, they are dismissive of local community members on Hong Kong Island.
Look down on them.
Being in a club and trying to make money, but being cowardly and afraid of death, is not worth mentioning at all.
"Your horse offended my sister, then he must apologize."
Miancha seemed to have lost his patience, waved his hand, and spoke in broken Mandarin a little faster:
"I'll give you three seconds."
"If you don't drink, I will beat you to death right now!"
"The Yan family shovel!"
Song Zihao looked at Ma Zai's hand on the trigger, he was really about to shoot, his face was livid with humiliation.
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around the corner.
Ji Bu narrowed his eyes and looked at Aji:
"Aji!"
Aji remained silent as always, just glanced at Ji Bu, and then walked forward quickly, without any movement.
"three!"
"two!"
As the countdown for the inspection began, Song Zihao gritted his teeth and reached for the full cup of urine in front of him.
moment.
Mencha's voice suddenly stopped.
He sat stiffly on the sofa booth, feeling the sharp and cold feeling coming from his neck, and slowly raised his hands to his head:
"Brother, if you have something to say, say it properly and don't be impulsive!"
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