Chapter 232: Chaotic fight

In the hallway of the top floor of the Joy Palace.
As soon as Qin Yu and Lao Mao came up the stairs, they saw dozens of people fighting together in a fierce fight.
"Oh, so many people are fighting." The old cat said at the moment, holding the mentality of not splashing his own blood: "Wait a minute, wait for the security to come up. Let's go."
Qin Yu stretched his neck and looked forward: "No ... not quite right, how do I look at the beating like Zhu Wei?"
"Ah?" The old cat froze for a moment, and then looked back carefully before returning: "Lying trough, really Zhu Wei!"
When the words fell, the two ran forward. At the same time, Qin Yu lowered his head and touched his trouser pocket, looking for a work permit, but he felt it after two touches. He changed his clothes today and didn't bring his ID.
"Don't move, don't move."
"stop."
The old cat rushed over and shook his neck, shouting: "The Black Street Superintendent, give me a side stand."
Everyone turned around when they heard the sound, and one of the strong men looked at the dress of the old cat and pulled his neck back and said, "Do you have a certificate, or do you have clothes?"
"Why are you talking to me?" Lao Mao pointed at the other and scolded: "Give me a stand against the wall."
"I stand Nima." The strong man said nothing and smashed it with a punch.
The old cat hid sideways, shouting in amazement: "Dare you dare to do it?"
"beat him."
Everyone in the hallway who had gone crazy, didn't even care if the old cat was a real superintendent. Just to see him want to intervene, he immediately rushed over the two of them, punching his fists and kicking.
The old cat was placed in the corner of the wall, protecting his head with his left hand. However, due to his weak constitution and average personal qualities, he was soon beaten with a black eye.
"Boom!"
Qin Yu rushed over and pedaled on the waist of the strong man on the left, who took two steps back on the spot.
"Snapped!"
Qin Yu grabbed the man's hair and pulled back hard, and at the same time his knee was suddenly lifted, hitting the strong man's side brain with a loud bang.
"Goodong!"
The strong man lay on the ground, and he did not move on the spot.
At the entrance of the corridor, Zhu Wei, Fu Xiaohao, Ding Guozhen, Liu Zishu, Ma Er'er and others have fallen into a comprehensive disadvantage, because the other party came later than them, and the wine has not yet drunk, and most people are in a sober state.
Someone once said that three-point drunken fists against martial arts masters and seven-point drunkenness can do Taishan Beidou.
But people who have a little life experience, if they carefully taste this sentence, they will find that this is a terrible pitfall. Because drunk people can't compare with sober people in terms of personal reaction or physical coordination. The second horse from the night to now, they have been drinking two meals, which lasted for several hours of shopping, and they are basically in the state of shaking their legs and watching the ghosts of people.
To put it bluntly, in this state of the crowd, you do n’t need to be beaten by others. You may fall down in the aisle by yourself. How can you fight with the other party? In addition, when Ming Fei came, there were more than a dozen people, and there were seven or eight friends waiting in advance in the private room, so in terms of numbers alone, the other party was also an advantage.
At the door.
The second horse was no longer able to get kicked by two or three people. His arms were protecting his head, and he only pulled his neck and shouted, "Gun, get a gun in my bag."
"Gun? Why don't I give you another cannon?" Ming Fei stood behind the crowd and stepped on the head of the second horse.
In the private room, Qi Lin, who had drunk a lot just now, had been lying on the sofa and sleeping. After two minutes of fighting at the door, he was awakened by a loud noise.
Qi Lin shook his head, stared at the door for a while, and then realized that it was a war. Then he picked up two wine bottles and rushed past.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two crisp sounds appeared, two wine bottles shattered, Qi Lin pinched the mouth of a sharp wine bottle with one hand, and poke at the crowd.
"Dangdang!"
On the left, Ming Fei picked up the trash can on the ground and, like a slam dunk, hit the head of Qi Lin twice in a row.
Qi Lin Muran turned around, two steps forward.
"Fuck him!" Ming Fei shouted at Qi Lin.
The words fell, and three people rushed up on the left and right sides, reaching for Qi Lin's clothes.
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
"...!"
Qi Lin bowed left and right, and after stabbing for a few times, the hard bottle mouth cracked again after sticking on the human bone. This shows how hard he is, how hard he is.
After the three were stabbed, Qi Lin stumbled and rushed to Ming Fei, kicking him on his stomach.
Ming Fei hit the wall on his back, and instinctively raised his hand to block his body.
"Poof!"
Qi Lin stabbed a wine bottle and stuck it in Ming Fei's waist. But he hadn't waited for the second to poke his hand, and the corridor rushed in again with four or five people.
"beat him."
The strong man stabbed on the ground by a wine bottle got up, greeted his companion, and kicked and kicked around Qi Lin.
At first, Qi Lin still had space to poke left and poke right, but when the other party crowded up, he had no room for hair, and was directly dragged down by the three people, and fell on the ground.
Ming Fei stepped back to the left, but Qi Lin grabbed his arm with his right hand and dragged it down.
There was blood on the ground and it was relatively slippery. Ming Fei was caught and didn't stop, and he lay beside Qi Lin.
"Bang Bang Bang!"
Qi Lin hit Ming Fei's cheek with his head, and the people around him kicked him in a thunderbolt.
At the entrance of the corridor, Qin Yu, who had previously escaped two fierce battles, finally became the main force today. Because he didn't drink much alcohol, and his mind was still sober, after helping the old cat turn over two people, he directly pulled a fire axe with a blunt blade and a short handle from the fire box in the corridor.
Painted with red paint, the fire axe tied with red silk came out, and the two who were kicking Zhu Wei backed away.
"Boom!"
Qin Yu didn't talk nonsense. He stepped forward and held the fire axe with his hands, and hit the back of a guy with one side of the axe and smashed it down.
After a muffled sound, the guy bent his neck and stooped, lying directly on the ground and howling.
This time, Qin Yu probably made a three-pointer. Because the fire axe is very heavy ~ EbookFREE.me ~ If he really wants to slam his feet down, he can smash all the out of the other party and he will be killed.
After lying down, Qin Yu stepped forward with an axe: "CNM, whoever runs today is a grandson. Come and come, come here, I can fight back, I will do it with you."
After talking, Qin Yu stared at the bead, raised his hand and swept the crowd with an axe.
"Hula!"
The crowd dispersed.
"Run Nima, why don't you do it?" Qin Yu stared at the bead and was about to hit the strong man on the right.
"Boom!"
At this moment, Qin Yu felt kicked behind him, and then suddenly turned back to see a group of security has rushed.
"Give you a face, you hit the scene on New Year's Eve, right?"
The leading security officer shouted with a tiger face: "Clean up for me."