Wu Liang shouted out in this voice, and everyone's attention followed Wu Liang's outstretched fingers and focused on the leading few rampant clans.

The painting style, which was originally a bit solemn, suddenly became eerily quiet, and after a few seconds, Ah Xiang was the first to react and burst into laughter: "Hahaha!" Red, yellow, blue, green, and black, it's really a dangerous team! Are you still imitating children's tricks at such an age? ”

For a while, there was laughter, and even the rampant clan side had a few laughs with low laughter, only Uncle Sasaki and a few cooks behind him looked at each other, and they naturally didn't understand this stalk if they hadn't seen the danger team.

The situation that was about to erupt became quite immodest in a blink of an eye, and being made fun of in public like this, the leader of the red-haired rampant clan couldn't help but be annoyed, slapped the laughing man behind him, and roared angrily: "Laugh, laugh at a dead man's head!" Dare to look down on our Santuchuan Motorcycle Alliance! Smash this restaurant for me! With that, he overturned a table by the door.

The fine porcelain plate placed on the table fell to the ground and shattered, and the red oil in the pot was thrown on the wallpaper to form a little dirt.

Zhang Yang saw that he had caused trouble in the store, and shouted angrily: "Bastard, you have the ability to rush at me!" Two steps rushed forward and let the oncoming baseball bat turn down close to the opponent's arms, and slammed the shoulder from the bottom up into the chest, and with a terrible howl, a figure flew out, smashing the two accomplices to the ground.

The blue-haired boss rushed up with a steel pipe, only to be pressed under the leather jacket that Zhang Yang was tugging on his chest, and struck an elbow blow to the blue-haired leader's right armpit.

After just taking such a beating, Lan Mao was left with only gasps, kneeling on the ground for a long time and not moving again.

Uncle Sasaki stepped forward silently, picked up the big spoon in his hand and rushed over to the counter and smashed the two minions over, and after two muffled bangs, the two little minions fell down with their faces full of ashes at the bottom of the pot. A few of the cooks behind him also got into a group fight, and a few people shot quite methodically, and they started to pick out places that would not be fatal but would be painful and abnormal, and the cheeks, waist, eyes, shins, and ankle bones would inevitably fall to the ground whenever they shot, and they couldn't stand up for a long time.

While fighting and scolding the Northeast country, listen carefully to the accent is all Northeastern, it is not easy to meet so many fellows in Japan!

Wu Liang, who was eager to try, was pulled on the table by the feather fang, and he didn't let him live or die, so he had to pick up two bottles of beer that he had drunk and threw them out, knocking down two people who were sent to the door without opening his eyes.

Senior Zhang Yang was like opening a matchless, he let go of seven in one go, dragged the red-haired little leader Zhao with an old punch on his face, and scolded while fighting: "Santu Chuan Molian, right!" Dong punched a blue eye socket, "The rampant is it!" Another punch made the nosebleed, "Smash the store!" "Another punch knocked out several teeth.

Hiss! Wu Liang felt a toothache when he watched it from the side.

The feather fang gently dragged Wu Liang and asked, "You have a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in this small shop!" It's ruthless enough! What are the origins of these people? ”

Glancing at the rampant clan who had been violently suppressed and lying on the ground, Wu Liang swallowed his saliva, shrugged his shoulders rather innocently and said, "Who do you ask me and I ask?" That was my senior at the university, and he was a Chinese student like me. Uncle Sasaki, you've seen it before, I went to cook at home, and I was introduced by Mama Bear, and the next few people who played with each other were all introduced by Uncle Sasaki! Usually all of them are quite kind! Who knew it would be so brutal! ”

After speaking, Wu Liang raised his head and glanced at it, and hurriedly shouted Zhang Yang: "Senior, stop!" If you fight again, you'll be killed! Uncle Sasaki quickly helped stop the point. ”

A few cooks saw that Zhang Yangzhen was red-eyed, and they hugged their waists and legs, and it took a lot of effort to separate the two.

Senior Zhang Yang, who was forcibly dragged away, was really angry, regardless of whether the opponent could understand it or not, he directly rushed out of Chinese and scolded loudly: "Sun thief!" Remember! Uncle Xing doesn't change his name, he doesn't change his surname, it's my grandfather who beats you, I am Changshan Zhangyang, and if I am not convinced, I will call everyone together, let's fight again. ”

"Oops! The Chinese language has soared out, and it seems that it is really urgent! Seeing that all the rampers had been knocked to the ground, Wu Liang stood up from the table and patted Zhang Yang's shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

Dragged up the red-haired rampant leader who fell to the ground and shook it, trouble! Already knocked unconscious?

Papapapa, throwing his hand is a few slaps in the face, Wu Liang's method of getting people up is really unusually violent!

Seeing their own boss being beaten so violently by the enemy general, the little minions of the rioter clan couldn't help but worry about themselves later, and the four small leaders of yellow, blue, green, and black, who had learned Wu Liang's methods, very honestly led all his subordinates who had not fainted to kneel in the open space.

The red-haired leader, who was first given an old fist by Zhang Yang and then slapped by Wu Liang, woke up dizzily with a pig's head face.

Dragging the red-haired leader, Wu Liang leaned closer to his face and asked, "Baga, didn't seeing this face remind you of something?" ”

"Face?" The red fur struggled to open the eyes of the panda and looked at it carefully, and suddenly the pig's face became very hideous, and he howled in an unspeakable voice: "You are! You're that demon in Shinjuku Park! After speaking, he broke free from Wu Liang's control regardless of it, and hid under the table alone, holding his head with his hands and trembling.

Seeing such a bizarre reaction, Feather Fang, Ah Xiang, Senior Zhang Yang, Uncle Sasaki and others were all curious, and Feather Fang asked, "Demon?" Why did Wu Liang, this little ghost, react so much after seeing you? Have you done anything terrible to him? A sentence was asked, and several audience members on the side nodded curiously at the same time.

"Oops!" I didn't expect that the red-haired person, as the little leader of the rampaging clan, would have such a poor ability to bear it in his heart! Scratching his hair, Wu Liang pointed his fingers up and counted them one by one: "I didn't do anything!" I just hung him upside down in the lake in the park, then roasted his earlobes with a lighter, and then made a live barbecue with a red-hot iron chisel, and the rest was gone! I was a little short on time, so I had time to do this!"

As soon as he turned around, Wu Liang found that all the listeners were looking at him wrongly, and the rampant minions outside the dangerous team were even more frightened and shrunk into the corner.

Lu Yu Fang said helplessly: "Now, I have a little sympathy for this red-haired dude, Wu Sang is right to call you a demon!" ”

After Uncle Sasaki coughed even more, he skillfully made up for Wu Liang: "Boss, that!" If you want to fight, don't fight! ”