Hollywood Road

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Murphy asked for a dozen beers and kept toasting with James Franco. Alcohol can bring the two people closer together, and his recent pressure is a bit high, which is also a good way to vent pressure.

Time gradually became late, and the bar began to become lively. More and more people walked into the bar. Looking at it from the second floor, the seats on the first floor were almost full. Many people came up from the stairs. Looking for a suitable seat downstairs, just as Murphy killed another bottle of beer, a fat man with glasses walked over and sat on the table behind James Franco.

Unlike the others, he was alone, sitting with his back to James Franco, and seemed to be in a bad mood. Murphy vaguely heard him asking for a bottle of vodka.

James Franco put down the bottle in his hand, pointed to Murphy and said, "Do you think you hide it well, I can't see it? You are also a fool of Carrie Mulligan's silly innocent girl."

His mouth was full of alcohol, Murphy didn't care, neither of them drank less than either, and sprayed with him, "You are very smart, almost castrated by an innocent girl!"

He deliberately increased the castration tone and ridiculed unceremoniously, "If it weren't for me to stop, you wouldn't have a **** now!"

As if that wasn't enough, Murphy hiccuped and added, "Sex reassignment surgery can also save a process!"

Obviously, he drank too much.

James Franco's old face appeared a little embarrassed, "I...I..."

He swallowed and spit, and argued, "We were rehearsing!"

If you drink too much, the sound will naturally become louder. Fortunately, the bar is noisy, and no one pays attention to them for the time being.

"You, Jim!"

Even if he drank too much, Murphy didn't forget what he was doing. He raised his finger to James Franco and pressed a few vigorously, "You are an ungrateful pedophile!"

"Me?" James Franco pointed to his open mouth, and he obviously drank too much. "What is your business with my pedophile? It's not you in the middle..."

"It's not if I'm in the middle," Murphy interrupted him directly, and emphasized on one side, "You don't have a **** anymore!"

"You..." James Franco had just taken a sip of wine, almost choked into his lungs, swallowed quickly, and said in a higher tone, "I won't be fooled by you even if I don't have a second child!"

"Do you admit that you are not planting anymore?" Murphy sneered, "I know why you don't want to join my crew, because Carrie Mulligan is also there, and you are afraid of being castrated by her."

"I..." James Franco straightened his neck. "I...would I be afraid of her?"

Although his voice is very high, anyone can hear the lack of confidence.

Murphy shook his head, "Eggless fellow! I really doubt if you have been abused by other underage girls."

James Franco patted the table heavily, making a loud bang, distinguishing loudly, "Not at all!"

He patted the table and spoke in a very high voice, Murphy deliberately blocked his ears, and many people around looked towards this side, looking at James Franco with curious eyes.

"You are raised by a XX dog..." James Franco yelled from behind, "Can you guys make people drink?"

The fat man who had been sitting behind James Franco stood up, his fat face with glasses was red, he had obviously drunk a lot, and he was staring at Hulan Lan with an angry gaze.

It seems that he has endured it for a long time, and the fat-eyed man shouted with a voice no less than James Franco, "You eggless girl, I will put your head in your **** if you don't get quiet!"

"I% ¥..." James Franco spouted a string of swear words, and he reached out and grabbed the fat man's collar with a step forward.

Both of them drank alcohol, and they drank a lot. Alcohol was like a catalyst.

Not to be outdone, the fat man pushed James Franco’s chest. He was obviously stronger than James Franco. He pushed Hulan Lan back for several steps, and then retreated directly to Murphy. Fei stretched out her hand to help, Hulanlan would definitely be pushed down.

"You %￥￥......" James Franco's mouth came out again.

Before he could finish his dirty words, the fat man rushed over in two steps, pinched James Franco's neck with one hand, and was about to grab the wine bottle on Murphy's table with the other.

Murphy stood up immediately. In any case, James Franco was his companion. If he was smashed in the head by this wine bottle, his brain would burst, his flesh and blood would fly so hard that his head would be broken and bloody. .

He couldn't sit back and watch James Franco get hit like this.

The fat-eyed man had just picked up the wine bottle with his hand. Before he could squeeze it up, Murphy leaned forward at a speed much faster than him, hitting the fat man's cheek with his right fist like a stone.

Murphy doesn't know much kung fu, nor has he practiced any fighting skills. His fighting skills are all produced in prison fights. His fists are nothing more than quick, accurate, and ruthless fists.

For some reason, the fat man felt like he had been hit by a mad bull on his hometown farm. His glasses flew out, his head suddenly leaned back, and his whole body kept moving back, back several steps, and hit his table directly. Up, half of his body fell on it.

Squinting the small eyes under his glasses, he vaguely saw that it was the hand of that eggless fellow's companion, and he supported the table strongly. Just about to stand up and rush to settle the account, his head suddenly fainted and fell to the ground with a plop. .

Lie on the floor, he shook his head vigorously, which made him feel better.

"What are you doing?"

There was a shout of cursing from the stairs. Several security personnel ran over and directly separated Murphy and James Franco from the man. The leader of them said loudly, "Don’t make trouble here. If you fight, please Go out."

This is Rodel Street in Beverly Hills. There are often celebrities in and out of the bar, and the quality of security personnel is fairly high.

Two security guards walked over and stared at Murphy and James Franco, and one of them looked at the fat man. The one in the lead made a please go gesture, and the other people raised their hands. They probably wouldn't leave Just put out the posture.

"Let's go by ourselves." Murphy stretched out his hands and held James Franco. "Let's go."

James Franco broke free of Murphy's hand and swayed forward, "I can walk without your support."

Although he drank too much, he was not completely drunk. When he was walking, he looked back at Murphy with surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect this selfish guy to help him.

Murphy followed James Franco, with a few security guards in between, and behind the fat man with glasses, he was pushed out of the bar.

After exiting the bar, the security personnel evacuated and ignored them at all.