Super Special Forces King

Chapter 211

211.

Here, Zhuo Zhaoyun and Chen Wanru drank a little wine and chatted about Zhang Feng's childhood that the latter had inquired about from various parties.

On the other side, Zhang Feng's fight with the thin man is coming to an end.

Zhang Feng was drunk and confused, his body shaking left and right as if he was about to fall down at any time, but he just didn't fall.

On the other hand, the thin man had already drank it on the table and vomited disgusting vomit from his mouth, vomiting it into his mouth, and there was nothing in his stomach, and he had already vomited the bile.

His face was even more pale as paper and terribly ugly.

The service staff of the Red Star Club immediately cleaned it up, and also took the thin man away and immediately sent him to the hospital. If he really died here, it would be awkward.

Zhang Feng stretched out his finger to point at Wang Aiguo's nose, shaking his body, tapping his tongue, and said: "Wang Aiguo, now it's your turn. Come up to Lao Tzu, aren't you nice? Come on!"

Hearing his clamor, Wang Aiguo's face was gloomy and watery. He never thought that Zhang Feng had such a large amount of alcohol, and he could still remain standing after drinking so much alcohol.

After a slight wink at the people around him, he walked to the front and said, "Okay, I'll drink with you, but I don't like blowing bottles. Let's drink glass by glass."

"It doesn't matter how you want to play, I will accompany you!" Zhang Feng helped the table to stabilize his body, then pulled a chair from the side and stuffed it under his buttocks to sit down.

Soon two service staff came over, one holding a glass in his hand, and holding a white wine in the other. After filling a glass, they handed it to the two.

Zhang Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, took the wine glass, and poured it into his mouth.

The same goes for Wang Aiguo.

The four glasses of wine were still one catty, and the drunkenness in Zhang Feng's eyes became more intense. On the other hand, Wang Aiguo didn't change his face and heartbeat, as if he had drunk a pound of liquor and had no response as if he had drunk water.

Everyone's flattering is always piercing the needle. Naturally, this opportunity can't be let go. They all put on a posture of admiring the five bodies and said: "Wang Shao, really good drink."

"Wang Shao's drink is really not covered!"

"That is, don't look at who Shao Wang is, the man among the men, the hero among the heroes, drinking is naturally not comparable to ordinary people."

These flattering Wang Aiguo is obviously very useful, smiling slightly at the corners of his mouth, and nodding slightly to everyone.

Zhang Feng's blurred eyes flashed brightly, and he sneered in his heart: "Hehe, the higher a person is held, the worse he will be when he falls.

After four more cups of liquor, Zhang Feng stood up swayingly, leaning forward slightly with his hands on the table, and smiled: "Wang Aiguo, you still have a chance to admit defeat. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Humph, what do you mean, if you can't do it, just say it." Wang Aiguo snorted coldly, obviously not appreciative.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he curled his mouth and said: "Don't blame Lao Tzu, I didn't give you a chance, you don't cherish it!"

As soon as the voice fell, he picked up the empty beer bottle on the table and slammed it on Wang Aiguo's forehead.

There was a loud bang, and the glass ballast spattered everywhere. The blood stayed on Wang Aiguo's forehead. His face was twisted and stood up ferociously, and roared, "Lao Zhang, do you want to die?"

Zhang Feng's crazy actions stunned everyone present. What is the situation? Why did it suddenly become a full martial arts while still fighting for wine? Moreover, Zhang Lao Er actually dared to directly attack Wang Aiguo, the fourth son of Kyoto, which is really desperate!

"I want to die? Hahaha!" Zhang Feng laughed madly, seeing the waiter who had just poured wine for Wang Aiguo, quietly shrinking behind the crowd.

A trace of coldness hung from the corner of his eyes, and the palm of his hand was slapped on the table, and the person was already flying up.

Seeing his posture, Wang Aiguo knew that his "conspiracy" was exposed, and Zhang Feng could not be exposed, otherwise he would not only lose the battle, but also his character. His reputation in Kyoto City is true. It's stinking, and it's even possible that it will affect your future official career.

Knowing that he is not Zhang Feng's opponent, he can only bite the bullet and rush towards Zhang Feng.

The fist smashed towards Zhang Feng fiercely, and Zhang Feng put one foot on his fist, and the other foot was drawn fiercely on his face.

In just one round, Wang Aiguo flew upside down, with a purple-cyan footprint on his cheek.

The waiter also took the opportunity to walk out for a few meters, and Zhang Feng directly grabbed an empty wine bottle and threw it towards him.

boom!

Zhang Feng's quasi-head naturally didn't need to be questioned, and he opened a mouth directly on the back of his head. The waiter received a heavy blow in the back of his head, rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground. The wine bottle he was holding fell to the ground and shattered, and the wine inside was even more flowing.

Contemptuous eyes fell on the fallen Wang Aiguo's face, and Zhang Feng staggered to the side of the fainted waiter.

Slowly squatted down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out the lighter and lit it, and inhaled slowly.

Press the lighter with your finger, the flame flashes on and off.

Wang Aiguo finally knew what Zhang Feng was going to do, and said coldly: "Zhang Lao Er, I surrendered. I understand that I will send you the real estate certificate of the villa and all the documents, how about? I really want to see you."

Everyone is at a loss, why is this big before and after? Why did Wang Aiguo take the initiative to ask for mercy when he suffered a beer bottle and a flying leg?

"Being a human being and staying on the sidelines, want to see you in the future?"

Zhang Feng smiled and said: "Wang Aiguo, you said that you didn't provoked me that time? I really wanted to see you that time? Maade, besides, I didn't give you a chance. You don't cherish it, don't you understand? It's too late to say anything now!"

With that said, he took out a face towel from his pocket and moistened it with the freely flowing wine on the ground, and then moved to the flame of the lighter.

The tissues were still wet and didn't mean to ignite at all.

Everyone was stunned. Some people had realized what was going on, but others were a little confused.

Throwing away the tissues in his hand, Zhang Feng walked over and grabbed the wine bottle from the waiter who was pouring him. He poured the wine on the table, and the flame of the lighter approached him.

boom.

The flames immediately rose up on the table and burned, with a strong aroma of wine.

At this moment, even those who are confused are getting acquainted. This Wang Aiguo used white water instead of white wine and Zhang Feng's wine. Isn't this scam?

Everyone turned their gazes on Wang Aiguo's face. Wang Aiguo got up from the ground, his fierce gaze fell on Zhang Feng's face, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his bone marrow!