Chapter 641: I'm here (three shifts)

Chapter 641 I'm Here (Three more)
At this moment, in the wing room customized by Tang Wuzui, more than a dozen fashionable men and women saw Tang Wuzui walking in, and they all got up and coaxed at Tang Wuzui:
"No drunk, late, self-punish three cups, then sing a song Qinghai-Tibet plateau.
With a smile on his face, Tang Wuzui hurriedly bowed his hands to beg for mercy: "Brothers and sisters, you know, I have a small drinker, where can I drink three glasses?"
"Besides, there is really a delay tonight, can I drink a beer and sing an ordinary road?"
Hearing Tang Wuzui's words, more than a dozen people shouted together: "No!"
A woman with earrings smiled and took a step forward: "No drunk, no matter if you are okay, anyway, if you are 15 minutes late, you must be punished."
"This is because you are a birthday star, otherwise you won't be able to run ten glasses of vodka."
She took three full glasses of red wine: "Three glasses, it's cheaper for you, go ahead."
Tang Wuzui looked pitiful: "I really can't drink three glasses."
Another young man with braids laughed and said, "Can't drink? Okay, another way, you kiss Brother mighty for three minutes and let him drink it for you."
The mighty brother he was talking about was a tall and handsome man in his thirties and a deputy pilot who pursued Tang Wuzui for more than a month.
There is no doubt that this fine wine tonight contains a lot of meaning.
At this moment, Brother Mighty stood up with a smile, picked up the wine glass and said leisurely: "Wu Drunk is a girl, you must be reserved. Kissing for three minutes is too much."
"So, no drunk, you kiss me, I drank all for you, and I sang for you on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau."
Tang Wuzui saw Brother Might move forward, smiled and turned to avoid his affection, then stretched out his hand to hold a glass of wine, and laughed neither humble nor overbearing:
"Brother Mighty will be out tomorrow afternoon. How can I let you drink so much wine? I am late today. I should be punished. Three cups are three. I will work hard."
After speaking, she ignored Brother Mighty's disappointment, gulped down a glass of red wine, and then threw the empty glass on the table...
There was a round of applause.
Soon, Tang Wuzui picked up the second cup, and it was bottoming again, but after drinking these two cups, Tang Wuzui was also a little drunk, his pretty face flushed.
In the gaze of the braided young man, Brother Weiwu smiled and helped Tang Wuzui: "No drunk, you are drunk, come, sit down..."
"I'll drink the remaining cup for you."
Tang Wuzui pushed away the mighty brother, his smile still charming: "It's okay, I can hold it..."
"boom!"
Before the words fell, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open. Dozens of burly men with wooden sticks poured in, filling the entire wing in an instant.
The leader is Jin Guiqi, his face is hideous, and he is full of murderous aura. Wang Xinmin beside him is also vigorous and his mouth is up to the sky.
The earring woman subconsciously snorted: "Who are you? What are you going to do?"
Brother Mighty also shouted: "Get out of me!"
Tang Wuzui was taken aback, and instantly recognized Jin Guiqi and Wang Xinmin.
"Fuck them!"
Jin Guiqi didn't have the slightest nonsense, and with a coaxing pressure on his hands, dozens of hunk men immediately besieged Tang Wuzui and the others.
The wooden stick in his hand was raised high, and they attacked the mighty brother, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
Brother Mighty's face changed drastically, and he wanted to pick up the wine bottle subconsciously, but was beaten on the wrist by one person. A sharp pain came, and the wine bottle suddenly landed.
Before the mighty brother leaned over to pick it up, another stick hit his thigh fiercely, causing him to stagger back a few steps.
When Tang Wuzui pulled out the phone to call the police for help, the braided youth and the woman with earrings were also besieged by these brawny men with their sticks.
The narrow wing, three to one, the mighty brothers have almost no backhand strength, they can only protect the vitals and retreat.
Tang Wuzui roared, "Do you still have Wang Fa for beating people like this?"
"Lao Tzu is Wang Fa."
Jin Guiqi completely ignored Tang Wuzui's screams, and pressed several people around him: "Lao Tzu is a local snake, whoever wants to die will die."
Although Brother Mighty and the others were instinctively resistant, they had no choice but to deal with too little space, and the opponent was crowded with many people, and they were defeated by the opponent's sticks after a few fights.
Dozens of big men raised their feet one after another, kicking and kicking them in turn at Tang Wuzui, and a dozen people instantly shed blood.
Brother Mighty, they are very angry, they are all decent people, but have they ever suffered such a sorrow, have they ever been so embarrassed?
It's just that they can't fight back at this moment.
"what--"
Tang Wuzui blocked one foot, and didn't know where the strength was coming from, and suddenly lifted a strong man out.
Afterwards, she rushed towards the door with all her strength, trying to escape from this room.
Just before she rushed out a few meters, a chair smashed from behind, and there was a loud noise, and Tang Wuzui staggered back three steps.
In this gap, a few wooden sticks smashed again and again, and Tang Wuzui could only hold his head and struggle, and soon he was drawn by a stick again.
"what--"
When Tang Wuzui's body was shaking and dizzy, Jin Guiqi lifted a chair and threw it out, slamming it on Tang Wuzui's back.
Tang Wuzui threw forward and fell to the messy ground, seeing blood in more than a dozen places on his body.
Four or five people rushed forward, punching and kicking, without any pity that this was a woman.
There is no security guard, no shadow of the boss, and no one calls the police. The legal restrictions and moral bottom line disappear without a trace.
"You broke the law."
Tang Wuzui covered his head with his hands, and wanted to move to the door, but was dragged back by the other two: "You are going to jail... you will regret it--"
This roar has helpless resentment, and the helplessness of the weak.
"Go to jail? Do you think I can go to jail?"
Jin Gui grinned and shouted, and the wing was in chaos: "Fight, beat me to death, I will carry it if I have something."
Wang Xinmin took out his mobile phone and sneered while recording the video: "Aren't you awesome yesterday? Why are you so scared today?"
"Come on, little sister, tell me, you were drunk and infighted, not beaten by others."
Wang Xinmin stepped on Tang Wuzui's foot: "Hurry up, hurry up and say to the camera..."
Tang Wuzui looked pained: "You will regret it—"
"regret?"
Jin Guiqi grinned endlessly: "I have been out here for so long, and I never know what regret is."
After speaking, he picked up a wine bottle and slammed it on Tang Wuzui's head.
A stream of blood splashed on the spot.
When Tang Wuzui screamed and fell to the ground, Jin Guiqi waved his hand to let the two of them support her, then he picked up a piece of glass and smiled sternly:
"Tell me, where is your little concubine? Otherwise, I will scratch your face and make you ugly."
Tang Wuzui's body trembled, and he shrank back subconsciously, but he was held tightly, his pretty face getting closer and closer to the glass...
"boom!"
At this moment, the door of the room was kicked open again. Before Jin Guiqi turned their heads, a gun was placed in Jin Guiqi's head.
A voice came coldly:
"I'm coming."