Chapter 792 Can't You Eat Chicken Well?

Although it was thrown casually, Zhao Yu secretly increased his strength.

With a "snap", the stool knocked down the heavy hot pot, the hot hot pot soup splashed everywhere, the chicken rolled to the ground, and other dishes such as tableware and wine glasses were smashed and jingled, creating a mess.

ah……

oh oh oh oh...

A table of people hurriedly jumped back. Although they were not scalded by the hot soup, they were splashed with a lot of oil.

"Hello? Are you looking for death!" The seven big men immediately rushed over aggressively and asked Xingshi, "Are you crazy? Hey!"

The seven people pointed at Zhao Yu and yelled, but Zhao Yu didn't even bother to turn his face away. He still sat firmly in his seat and tasted a piece of chicken with his chopsticks leisurely, as if nothing happened just now.

Zeng Ke and Wu Xiumin sat at the far end, and they looked at each other, both feeling incomprehensible to Zhao Yu's behavior. Because this is a public place, their voices were indeed a little louder just now, and if it is a theory, they are wrong.

However, they didn't understand Zhao Yu at all. Zhao Yu was the kind of master who would create trouble whenever he had the opportunity, so how could he be easily deflated?

"Boss, can't you eat chicken well? Hmm?" Seeing that Zhao Yu was standing still and showing no reaction, Ran Tao could only mutter in a low voice, then slapped his chopsticks on the table in frustration, stood up, and stood up. In front of those seven people.

"Made!" One of the seven people had already picked up a plastic stool and wanted to pay back, but suddenly saw Ran Tao violently, but was so frightened that he stopped his movements.

Kaka...

Ran Tao turned his head and moved his muscles and bones, and the bones creaked, which immediately made the hearts of the seven people tense and their faces showed timidity.

It turned out that these seven people were just civil servants of government agencies. Although they looked big and thick, they were all gentlemen, not social gangsters, and they had never fought at all.

And Ran Tao was born with eagle eyebrows and tiger eyes, tall and mighty, and his heavy clothes couldn't stop his explosive body that had been trained in bodybuilding, so when he stood up, he shocked the seven of them.

"Hey!" Ran Tao also rushed the ducks to the shelves, and after sighing helplessly, he raised his arms and asked, "Which one will come first? Hurry up, I haven't eaten a bite of meat here, and I'm very hungry..."

"..." After Ran Tao said this, the seven of them became even more timid, and none of them dared to move.

But Zeng Ke and Wu Xiumin, who were sitting opposite, moved their stools back subconsciously, as if they were worried about splashing their own blood.

"Don't be inked! There are so many of you! Why don't you go up together?" Ran Tao clenched his fists, which were also crackling.

As a result, the other party was even more jealous, and after being bored for a long time, a bold man stood up and shouted at Ran Tao: "Okay! If you have the guts, wait for me! If you have the guts, don't go!"

After finishing speaking, the seven people hurriedly grabbed their clothes and purses and walked towards the door. One of them even tremblingly opened his wallet and paid the waiter.

"You...you wait for me!" Before leaving, the man yelled again, and then they all ran away.

"Grandma, what a bear! What is this?" Zhao Yu spat out the chicken bone in his mouth, and said depressingly, "A bunch of trash! Seven living people,

Can even run? I'm drunk too! "

"Hey! Boss, I didn't blame you," Ran Tao said depressingly, "They just told us to keep our voices down, and they didn't have any malicious intentions. Why are you throwing stools? Can you still eat chicken well? "

"Oh..." Zhao Yu nodded, and said seriously, "Then how about this, Ran Tao, take off your clothes, and let's make gestures, okay? I haven't exercised for several days... um... ...Hey, Tao, Taotao... why are you going?"

"Bathroom, bathroom..." Ran Taofei also ran away.

Turning around, Zhao Yu turned his attention to Zeng Ke and Wu Xiumin. The two hurriedly picked up the bowl to cover their faces, and then quickly ate chicken...

"Ah!" Zhao Yu threw away his chopsticks, raised the wine bottle, and drank wildly. The right leg is stepped on the stool next to it, like a bandit bully.

"Hey, boss, boss...don't...don't..."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yu was drinking, but an inappropriate voice came from behind him.

Hearing the sound, Zhao Yu put down the wine bottle and looked back, only to see that the middle-aged man who was eating in the corner had already walked towards him quickly. But that honest-looking young man is trying to stop him.

what's the situation?

Zhao Yu took a closer look, but saw the middle-aged man staring at him viciously, with anger revealing between his brows.

"Boss, we still have something to do! We can't be angry with this kind of person!" The young man tried hard to persuade, but the middle-aged man seemed to be hesitant, and he had already walked halfway, but stopped moving forward.

"My mother, what the hell is this?" Zhao Yu glanced at them, without thinking, and directly raised his middle finger.

"Hmph! You can't live without committing crimes!" Seeing this, the middle-aged man pushed the young man away, came directly to Zhao Yu, and sat on the chair next to him.

"In this world, there are two kinds of people that I hate the most!" The middle-aged man said coldly, "First, hooligans! Second, stinky hooligans! I think that if there were no these two kinds of people in the world, it would be different. Be cleaner! What do you think?"

"Oh, then why don't you commit suicide?" Zhao Yu glanced at him disdainfully. Although he had already seen that this middle-aged man was not a kind person, he still pissed back.

"Huh!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "You need to do two things now. First, apologize to those people just now; second, apologize to me! Otherwise, you will never have another chance!"

"Okay!" Zhao Yu first said "I'm sorry" to the door, and then smiled and saluted this person, "I'm sorry!"

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was taken aback.

"Hahahahaha..." Zhao Yu couldn't help laughing up to the sky, pointed at the middle-aged man with his middle finger and said, "I've already apologized as you said! You can get out of here, hahahaha, Guizi, play with Lao Tzu, you should be more tender... Hahahahaha..."

Seeing Zhao Yu laughing like cramp, Zeng Ke and Wu Xiumin shook their heads repeatedly, as embarrassing as they could be. How could this be a dignified special dispatch team leader?

"You!" The middle-aged man realized that Zhao Yu was playing tricks on him. His eyes widened and he shouted, "It turns out that you are not only a stinking hooligan, but also a shameless stinking hooligan! Simply, the best!"

"Thank you for the compliment, hehehe!" Zhao Yu cupped his fists and said respectfully, "You also have two things to do now. First, take off your pants and wait for the explosion..."

Before Zhao Yu finished speaking, the man kicked him angrily. Zhao Yu kept paying attention to him, and quickly jumped away on the ground. Unexpectedly, even though it looked like an understatement, Zhao Yu's stool flew far away flat and fell on the pillar with a slap.

Wow……

Zhao Yu was secretly taken aback. This man was kicking while sitting on a stool, yet he still had such strong strength. It seems...

Before Zhao Yu had time to think about it, the man swooped in front of Zhao Yu and punched him in the neck.

Fist wind hunting, Zhao Yu instantly felt an unstoppable wind sweeping past. He hastily raised his hands to block, but he never expected that the man just made a false move, his right hand made a round circle, and he smashed a plastic stool from top to bottom, trying to directly cover Zhao Yu inside.

Zhao Yu was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he hurriedly raised his fist to the sky, and used a street fighter's soaring fist.

pala...

The fist went through the legs of the stool and hit the stool heavily. Due to the ferocious strength of the middle-aged man, with this punch, Zhao Yu actually smashed through the hard plastic stool! The fist went through the stool, and the whole stool was put on the arm!

"Damn it!" Zhao Yu yelled, and immediately flew out, straight to the man's abdomen.

The middle-aged man moved nimbly. After dodging lightly, he rushed forward and fought with Zhao Yu.

At this time, Ran Tao, who was going to the bathroom, came back. As soon as he came back, he saw this amazing scene.

"No way? Boss, how can this be sung?" He said with a gray face, "Why is it so difficult to eat a good chicken?"...

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