Chapter 2167: The Trouble Begins (47 More)

It is actually very simple to cause trouble. Just get drunk and tease someone you don't like for a few words, and then you can basically start a fight. This is how it is in bars. After drinking a few cups of horse urine, it is easy for people to think that they are the boss and the most powerful person in the world.

In fact, the people who are most likely to fight in bars are usually [] fans. I absolutely do not mean to despise [] fans here. It is just a simple sentence. A serious, rich and handsome man has no reason to fight with you. If he is killed by your [] fans by accident, he will lose. If he kills you by accident, it is okay if he has a strong family background. At most, he will have to pay some money and find someone to take the blame. If his family background is not strong, he may have to go to jail for a few years, and some may even die with you.

Therefore, most people think that their lives are still more valuable, and it is not worth it to make trouble with those who drink horse urine and act crazy.

Therefore, those who make trouble after drinking horse urine are all [***]s who are worthless. They are oppressed by their bosses every day and have little salary. Under the influence of alcohol, they vent all their emotions.

These people are easy to tease, but Zhang Bei is now a big brother-level figure. If he randomly finds a [***] to make trouble, isn't it a bit too weird to tell others? It's like Zhao Tiezhu will just pick someone on the street and abuse him now?

Will elephants step on ants for fun when they have nothing to do?

If this logic doesn't make sense, then even if something really happens, people will doubt your intentions. Is it really just to make trouble, or do you have other intentions?

Since [***]s can't be teased, you can only find those who look like successful people.

Zhang Bei sat at the bar and looked around.

Not long after, Zhang Bei saw a man.

He was a man who looked quite young.

The man was dressed very fashionably, sitting in a private room nearby, with several women and men beside him. Judging from the ratio of men to women in the bar, there were obviously more women in that private room. Although the light was dim and people couldn't see clearly, they could see that there were several bottles of foreign wine on the man's table, and there was no black tea or green tea. To put it simply, those people drank foreign wine without mixing it with other wines, just drinking it straight away. This was different from the average people in the bar, who usually mixed it with other wines. One bottle of foreign wine could be mixed with ten bottles of black tea, so they could drink it all night. Not only did they save money, but when people saw you drinking foreign wine, they thought you were something.

Zhang Bei narrowed his eyes. The man in the box was a stranger. Zhang Bei had memorized the appearance of all the famous people in Guangzhou. Although he could not tell the names of familiar faces as soon as he saw them, he could recognize them at once. Zhang Bei was actually a very hard-working person, otherwise he would not have become a middle-level cadre of Xingyi'an not long after coming to Guangzhou.

Since it was a stranger, he was definitely not a powerful person. At most, he should be a person with a little money, or he could be said to be a foreigner. Such people are the easiest to cause trouble.

Zhang Bei took a few sips of foreign wine in a row. After the alcohol came up, Zhang Bei said to the other people, "You guys play here, I'm going to the toilet."

As he said that, Zhang Bei walked directly towards the box.

And just in time, a woman in the box was walking out of the box, and then she bumped into Zhang Bei.

Bang.

Zhang Bei slapped the woman's butt with one hand. The woman was wearing a short skirt that was as thin as her buttocks. Zhang Bei slapped her and there was a crisp sound.

It feels good.

Zhang Bei sighed and said, "Girl, what number are you?"

In this kind of bar, there are generally two types of women. One is the bar girl, which is the girl hired by the bar to mobilize popularity. These people wander between the tables and are responsible for encouraging people to consume. This kind of bar girl usually has a number plate on her body, so it is relatively easy for people to give her flowers or something.

Another type is the girl you bring yourself.

The woman was obviously the girl brought by the man in the box. After being slapped on the butt by Zhang Bei, the woman slapped Zhang Bei in the face.

Slap.

Zhang Bei was unable to dodge, or he didn't even think about dodging, and was slapped directly.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Bei reached out and grabbed the woman's hand and shouted. "You're crazy, I just asked you what number you were from."

"Let me go, I don't know you, I'm not a bar girl, bastard." The woman was not a good person, she cursed directly.

"Fuck, you cursed me!"

Zhang Bei slapped the woman directly.

Snap.

Right in the middle!

The woman staggered back a few steps, then covered her face and turned back to shout to the people in the box, "Brother Rui, someone hit me!"

At this time, the position where Zhang Bei and the woman were located was not far from the box, so the men in the box heard the woman's cry at once, and then saw the woman covering her face with a tearful look, the men in the box stood up in a rush. Then rushed down from above.

The young man Zhang Bei saw was the last to walk out of the box, and then walked to the beaten woman, gently hugged the woman, and said, "What's going on?"

"Brother Rui, that person just took advantage of me and beat me!" The beauty pointed at Zhang Bei and shouted.

"Oh?"

The young man squinted at Zhang Bei and said, "You hit my woman?"

"Tsk, she was wearing so revealing clothes, I thought she was a bar girl, but it turned out to be your female companion. I accidentally touched the wrong person, isn't that okay? Damn, you slapped me? Are you looking for death? Do you know who I am?" Zhang Bei said with a dazed look in his eyes, and his mouth was full of alcohol. Although the most common smell in the bar was alcohol, Zhang Bei's alcohol smell was quite strong.

The young man frowned and said, "You took advantage of my woman and got slapped, so what? Don't say it's a slap, I want your life, what can you do?"

"Oh? What a big tone?" Zhang Bei smiled disdainfully, then stretched out his hand and waved to the people on his side.

The people from the Blood Soul Hall had naturally been paying attention to Zhang Bei. Seeing Zhang Bei's actions, they walked directly through the crowd.

"Brother Zhang, what's wrong?" Huang Baiwan asked.

"Fuck, someone is looking for trouble with us!" Zhang Bei said, looking at the man opposite him and asked, "Tell me your name, I won't fight with nameless people."

"Rui Qiang." The young man said coldly.

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