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Chapter Thirty-Seven: I'm Just Borrowing a Fire

Seeing that Fang Shao was doing something, the manager resignedly lowered his head and retreated.

The security guard ignored him, and Liu Chuan could only lean on a car, trying to wait for Fang Hua to come out here.

He clung tightly to his black-skinned back pocket, which contained a seven-hole knife he had bought from a Tibetan vendor. This kind of knife, with seven round holes on the back of the knife, stabs into the human body and can bring air in, which can be described as a vicious knife.

In order to take revenge, Liu Chuan couldn't care so much.

He didn't notice that the hand he was holding in his back pocket was starting to tremble a little.

At this time, there were four thugs, from four directions, humming a little song and smoking a cigarette, as if they were casually approaching.

Liu Chuan's two eyes only stared at the door of the bar, for fear that Fang Hua would be missed by him when he came out. The four thugs slowly surrounded him, and he didn't know it.

He came to his senses when a thug threw a cigarette butt at him.

"You, what are you going to do?" Liu Chuan was startled, only to realize that there were already four more gangsters with dyed hair and various faces. The thugs all laughed wickedly, and he was furry to see.

"What are you doing?" a thug stretched out his hand and patted Liu Chuan's face, "Boy, do you know whose territory this is." If you want to find trouble here, you don't weigh yourself. ”

As he spoke, he snapped and gave Liu Chuan a big mouth. This Liu Chuan is an ordinary college student, he hasn't exercised much, he was slapped by this mouth, his eyes were full of stars, and there was a trace of blood at the corners of his mouth.

"Beat! Let this kid not grow eyes!" These gangsters immediately punched and kicked Liu Chuan, and Liu Chuan avoided the flesh. But this kid is also tough, just holding his black sè back pocket, and he doesn't say a word.

"This kid probably has a lot of money in his bag.

At this moment, Liu Chuan felt as if his lower abdomen had been hit head-on by a car, and the pain made him breathless. He squatted on the ground, and the seven-hole knife in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"I'm grass, I dare to scare Lao Tzu with a knife and kill him!" Seeing that there was no danger, a few thugs immediately showed off their might, walked over and beat Liu Chuan on the head.

"Clean up, don't get any more blood here. The security guard who hit Liu Chuan just now lit a cigarette and said lightly.

"Brother Scar, don't worry, my brother is doing it neatly. Because the security guard had a scar on his face, so the thugs called him that.

"That's good. The security guard, known as Scar, nodded, and stood indifferently watching Liu Chuan being beaten.

"Come on, buddy, borrow a fire. At this time, a cold voice sounded from behind him.

Scar was startled, and quickly turned around, only to find in horror that in front of him was a strange man wearing a black sè leather trench coat, his face was covered with black scales, and he had a pair of green sè pupils.

"Who are you!" he was startled, and the stick in his hand was already swung in the man's face.

With a "snap", the asp slammed the stick on the man's face, but the other man's head was just crooked, nothing happened, and instead looked at the scar with a very playful gaze.

Scar is stupid, he can definitely draw a person's head with blood. And the mysterious man on the other side didn't have anything to do with it.

"It's just a fire, so why be so violent. The man sneered, stretched out his black claws, and lifted the scarred collar into the air with ease.

"Smack!" The other security guard, who was also not a vegetarian, picked up the seven-hole knife that Liu Chuan had fallen to the ground and slashed at the waist of the man in black.

"Good. Qin Chao nodded, and then slammed the gangster's head on the SUV door, causing the gangster to faint too.

"Who are you?" Liu Chuan was a little confused by the beating, he looked at the tall man in black, and always felt that the voice was very familiar.

Qin Chao looked at Liu Chuan lying on the ground, and didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and pointed to the road outside. The meaning is obvious, get out of here immediately.

"I'm not leaving, I, I'm going to help Yu Qian avenge!" Liu Chuan said, trying to grab the seven-hole knife on the ground.

Qin Chao frowned, flew up, and kicked the seven-hole knife under a car. Then, he bent down, patted Liu Chuan on the shoulder, and stuffed a lit Red River cigarette in his mouth.

"You don't need to kill him, he's my ......" Qin Chao only said in a thick voice.

Fang Hua didn't know that there was a vicious battle outside, and he was quite comfortable being served by the chick found by Manager Li. Although he can do things anywhere, he still likes to find a high-end hotel and play mandarin duck baths with beautiful women in the bath of the presidential suite.

So, this guy drank a lot of wine, swayed, and walked outside with the chick in his arms.

"Fang Shao, I'll send you!" Manager Li hurriedly followed.

"No! Young Master Ben ...... I can walk by myself!" Fang Hua pushed Manager Li away, grabbed the chick's upright ass, and walked outside the bar.

Fang Hua didn't know how to drive, according to custom, it was the security guard at the door who drove him to the place he wanted to go.

This time was no exception, the security guard in a bar uniform had already helped Fang Hua start the car and opened the door for Fang Shao.

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