Inside the corridor on the top floor of the Palace of Joy.

As soon as Qin Yu and the old cat came up from the stairs, they saw more than a dozen people inside fighting together, crackling and fierce.

"Oops, so many people are fighting." The old cat still said with the mentality of not splashing his own blood at the moment: "Wait a while, let's go when the security comes up." ”

Qin Yu craned his neck and looked forward: "No...... That's not right, why do I look at the beaten person who looks like Zhu Wei? ”

"Huh?" The old cat was stunned for a moment, looked forward carefully before replying: ", it's really Zhu Wei!" ”

As the words fell, the two of them ran forward. At the same time, Qin Yu lowered his head and touched his trouser pocket, wanting to find a work permit, but after touching it twice, he remembered that he had changed his clothes today, and he didn't bring his ID at all.

"Don't move, don't move."

"Stop."

The old cat rushed over first, pulled his neck and shouted, "The superintendent of the Black Street, all stand aside for me." ”

Everyone turned around when they heard the sound, and one of the strong men looked at the old cat's dress, pulled his neck and replied: "Do you have a certificate, or do you have clothes?" ”

"Are you talking to me?!" The old cat pointed at the other party and scolded, "Stand against the wall for me." ”

"I'll stand Nima." The strong man didn't say a word, and smashed it with a punch.

The old cat dodged sideways, and shouted with a shocked face: "Do you still dare to do it?" ”

"Beat him."

The people in the corridor who were already crazy didn't care if the old cat was really a superintendent, just seeing that he wanted to intervene, they immediately rushed over to the two of them, hit them with their fists, and kicked them when they raised their feet.

The old cat was set up in the corner, his left hand protecting his head, and his right hand crackled. However, because he was not strong in physique and his personal qualities were average, he was quickly beaten into a black eye.

"Bang!"

Qin Yu rushed over and kicked on the waist of the strong man on the left, who took two steps back on the spot.

"Smack!"

Qin Yu grabbed the man's hair and pulled it back, and at the same time, his knee was suddenly raised, and he hit the strong man's side head with a bang.

"Goo-dong!"

The strong man lay on the ground and did not move on the spot.

At the door of the corridor, Zhu Wei, Fu Xiaohao, Ding Guozhen, Liu Zishu, Ma Lao Er and others have fallen into an all-round disadvantage, because the other party came later than them, and the wine has not yet been drunk, and most of them are in a sober state.

Someone once said that three points of drunkenness beat martial arts masters, and seven points of drunkenness can do Taishan Beidou.

But for those who have a little life experience, if you take a closer look at this sentence, you will find that this is purely a fatal nonsense. Because a drunk person is not comparable to a sober person in terms of personal reaction or physical coordination. And Ma Lao Er, they have been drinking twice in a row from the evening to now, and they have been working hard for several hours, which is basically in a state of shaking their legs and watching people ghost.

To put it bluntly, in the state of everyone, they don't need to be beaten by others, and they may fall down by walking down the aisle, so how can they fight with each other? In addition, when Ming Fei and they came, there were more than ten people, and there were seven or eight friends waiting in advance in the private room, so purely in terms of numbers, the other party also had an advantage.

at the doorway.

Ma Lao Er was kicked by two or three people and couldn't get up, his arms covered his head, and he only pulled his neck and shouted: "Gun, get a gun in my bag." ”

"Guns? Why should I give you another cannon?! Ming Fei stood behind the crowd and kicked Ma Er's head twice when he went up.

In the private room, Qi Lin, who had drunk too much just now, had been lying on the sofa and sleeping, and he was only woken up by a violent noise after two minutes of fighting at the door.

Qi Lin shook his head and stared at the door for a while before he realized that this was a war, and then picked up two wine bottles and rushed over in a daze.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two crisp sounds rang out, two wine bottles shattered, and Qi Lin pinched the mouth of a sharp wine bottle in one hand and stabbed at the crowd.

"Dangdang!"

On the left, Ming Fei picked up the trash can on the ground and smashed it twice on Qi Lin's head like a slam dunk.

Qi Lin turned his head and rushed up in two steps.

"him!" Ming Fei pointed at Qi Lin and shouted.

As soon as the words fell, three people rushed up from the left and right sides, reaching out and pulling Qi Lin's clothes.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

“……！”

Qi Lin opened his bow left and right, and after stabbing several times, the hard mouth of the wine bottle actually cracked again after piercing the human bones. This shows how ruthless he is and how hard he works.

After the three of them were stabbed apart, Qi Lin staggered and rushed towards Ming Fei and kicked him in the stomach.

Ming Fei hit the wall on his back, and instinctively raised his hand to block the vital point of his body.

"Poof!"

Qi Lin stabbed a wine bottle and pierced it into Ming Fei's waist, and blood immediately flowed everywhere. But before he could raise his hand and stab him a second time, four or five people rushed out of the corridor again.

"Beat him."

The strong man who had been stabbed by a wine bottle on the ground got up, beckoned to his companions, and kicked and beat Qi Lin violently.

Qi Lin still had room to poke left and right at first, but as soon as the crowd of people on the other side came up, he had no room for hair, and he was directly dragged down by the three of them, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Ming Fei stepped forward to the left, but Qi Lin grabbed his arm with his right hand and dragged it down.

There were blood stains on the ground, which was relatively slippery, and Ming Fei didn't stand still when he was caught, and he also lay next to Qi Lin.

"Bang bang bang!"

Qi Lin hit Ming Fei's cheek with his head, and the people surrounding him outside were also kicking him with a thunderbolt.

At the entrance of the corridor, Qin Yu, who had avoided two vicious battles before, finally became the main force today. Because he hadn't drunk much alcohol and was still very clear-headed, after helping the old cat knock over the two of them, he directly pulled out a fire axe with a blunt edge and a short handle from the fire box in the corridor.

As soon as the fire axe painted with red paint and tied with red silk came out, the two people who were kicking Zhu Wei stepped back.

"Bang!"

Qin Yu didn't talk nonsense, stepped forward with a fire axe in both hands, and smashed it down on the back of a guy with the axe on one side.

After a muffled sound, the guy craned his neck and bent over, and fell directly to the ground and howled.

This time, Qin Yu probably made three points of effort. Because the fire axe is very heavy, if he really wants to beat it down with all his strength, then he can smash out all the for the other party, and he will definitely die.

After lying down, Qin Yu stepped forward with an axe: "CNM, whoever runs today is the grandson." Come on, come on, come here, I can fight back, I'll do it with you. ”

After speaking, Qin Yu stared at the beads of his eyes, raised his hand and slashed at the crowd with the blade of an axe.

"Hulala!"

The crowd dispersed.

"Run Nima, don't you do it?!" Qin Yu glared at the beads of his eyes and was about to smash at the strong man on the right.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Qin Yu felt a kick behind him, and then turned around sharply and saw a group of security guards rushing over.

"Give you face, you smashed the field in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, right?!"

The leading security personnel yelled with a tiger face: "Clean them up for me." ”