As soon as the flute's words fell, Shang Huamei's face suddenly turned pale, his hand trembled, and he quickly stood up and covered the flute's mouth, and scolded timidly: "Di, don't be nonsense." ”

Liu Lang's face was full of suspicion, and he didn't understand why Shang Huamei was so nervous.

"Smack!"

A loud slap sounded at the right time.

The thug actually slapped one of the girls in the face.

Liu Lang doesn't care if a man beats a woman, especially a beautiful girl.

The fire on Liu Lang's chest burst out, and before He Shang and the others could react, Liu Lang rushed over with an arrow and shouted: "Stop, where did you come from!" ”

Liu Langgang roared, and immediately seven or eight people stood up on the table behind the gangsters.

Those people were the same age as the gangsters, and they all stared at Liu Lang with fierce eyes.

Liu Lang didn't even pay attention to it, and rushed to the table in three steps and two steps.

On either side of the table sat two girls of seventeen or eighteen years old, with beautiful eyebrows.

A girl with long hair draped over her shoulders, dyed with a few strands of red hair, wearing a short skirt, and her big smart eyes blinking, she is extremely beautiful.

The other girl was dressed in a light blue tracksuit, although she looked slightly worse than the first girl, but she was full of vitality and had a special appeal.

The thug was facing the girl in the short skirt, staring at the girl with a cruel smile, extremely arrogant.

The gangster was originally propped up on the dining table with one hand, but after hearing Liu Lang's scolding, he slowly straightened his waist, stared at Liu Lang coldly, and asked with disdain: "What?" Want to be nosy? ”

There were a lot of people in the restaurant on the entire second floor, but suddenly this incident happened, and everyone's eyes moved over. But no one dared to step forward to take charge.

Even the waiter hid far away, watching with trepidation.

Liu Lang rushed up, didn't even speak, raised his hand and threw it at the gangster's face.

"Smack!"

A crisp slap directly blinded the gangsters.

The gangsters didn't seem to expect Liu Lang to be so bold that he dared to hit himself without even saying hello.

A slap in the face. The gangster's eyes suddenly turned red, and he scolded: "Okay, you dog, what are you, you dare to beat Lao Tzu?" You—Are you impatient? Do you know who my father is? ”

"Hmph, where do I have time to greet your father? Don't be ashamed! ”

Liu Lang snorted coldly, glanced at the frightened two girls, and smiled slightly: "It's okay." There is me here, and no one dares to touch you. ”

The thugs were ignored, and their faces turned red, and they waved their hands behind him, shouting at the top of their voices, "What else are you looking at?" Give me this abolishment, make it to death, and let him die in vain! ”

So arrogant!

Everyone present heard the roar of the thugs and immediately gasped.

Some people who knew the gangsters couldn't help but secretly pinch a cold sweat for Liu Lang.

"Why is this young man so impulsive? I didn't even ask who it was. ”

"Yes, yes, that gangster seems to be the son of the Li Bureau of the Xicheng Police Department. If you really get into trouble with this, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat and walk around. ”

"Hey, there's no way, who told people that Lao Tzu has the ability. Even if there is a real death, I'm afraid there is no way. ”

Someone shook his head slightly, with a look of regret, as if he had seen Liu Lang's ending.

And some people gritted their teeth with hatred, and although they didn't dare to step forward, they still cursed constantly.

"Damn it, so arrogant, playing hooligan in broad daylight, it's damn good!"

"Hmph, you see that there are so many people in him, he naturally has the means to play hooligans."

Whispers came and went, but no one called the police.

The gangster's name is Li Biesan, and he is the son of Director Li Qiu of the Xicheng Police Department.

Liu Lang didn't know Li Beisan, but he once had a relationship with Li Qiu.

At that time, Liu Langcha was framed and arrested in the police station, and it was this Li Qiu who he encountered.

But later, because of the help of the criminal police brigade, Liu Lang was not injured at all.

Li Beisan was slapped by Liu Lang, his eyes were red with anger, he waved his hand, and then grabbed the collar of the short-skirted beauty, pulled it hard, and directly dragged the short-skirted beauty up, and scolded: "Quick, give him to me, today, I want to see if he can be nosy!" ”

Those gangsters seemed to have no fear, some with their bare hands, and some directly picked up the stool they were sitting on and rushed towards Liu Lang.

He Shang and Shang Huamei turned pale with fright.

Shang Huamei shrank his body, directly covered the flute's eyes, and whispered in a trembling voice: "Di, don't look, don't look." ”

Shang Huamei didn't dare to look at it, as if he had seen the scene of Liu Lang lying in a pool of blood, but he couldn't help but peek at it, and he was very entangled.

He Shang's face turned white, and his feet trembled, but he couldn't stop standing up and wanted to step forward to help, but his feet were weak, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Liu Lang's eyes narrowed, snorted coldly, and roared: "Damn, look for death!" ”

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence.

For this kind of gangster, there is no need to talk nonsense at all, just solve the problem with your fists.

A thug took a stool and turned towards Liu Lang.

Liu Lang's body didn't move, and when he saw that the stool was only half a meter away from his head, many people were so frightened that they closed their eyes and didn't dare to look at it again.

But just when the stool arrived in front of him, Liu Lang suddenly tilted his head and raised his left foot up, only to hear a muffled bang.

"Click!"

Everyone didn't believe their eyes and looked at the qiē in disbelief.

"What's going on?"

For some reason, the stool broke into several pieces, and the thug flew out upside down, crashed into the dining table, and smashed the entire dining table directly over.

Li Beisan was even more red-faced, and yelled: "Damn, kill him, kill him!" ”

The thug who fell to the ground did not move, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The rest of the gangsters saw it in their eyes, their eyelids jumped, they glanced at Liu Lang in horror, howled, heard Li Biesan's shout, hesitated slightly, and pounced towards Liu Lang like a team of jackals.

The corners of Liu Lang's mouth hooked slightly, revealing a trace of disdain, and he pulled out the innocent whip with his backhand, and snapped a few times.

The thugs didn't understand what was going on, and they fell to the ground, criing out on their arms and legs.

This innocent whip is a ghost-making thing, Liu Lang didn't dare to really fight, just flew up and down twice, and didn't whip the vital parts of those gangsters, but only pumped their arms and legs.

The touch hurt the muscles and bones, and in the blink of an eye, all seven or eight thugs rolled to the ground, and there was no power to fight back. (To be continued~^~)