Chapter 475 Entering the Game

As Yang Lan said, as long as Han Qian had any problems, the wine glass would be brought to him. Han Qian was too embarrassed to cheat, and Ji Jing had no intention of helping. This time she stood in the camp of her best friend.

After drinking a lot of beer, Han Qian felt like there was a war in his stomach. He got up and went to the bathroom. Da Qian'er wanted to help Han Qian, but Han Qian refused and muttered that he didn't drink too much. , no need to support.

In fact, everyone was doing the same thing, but it was Han Qian's first time to drink beer and wine together, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

After vomiting in the toilet all day long, I washed my face and staggered back to the booth. When I sat down, I found that Su Liang and his wife, Da Qian'er and others had left, leaving Ji Jing to sit on the sofa and wait for Han Qian.

Plop

Han Qian lay on the sofa, his head resting on Ji Jing's legs, and muttered.

"Well... where are the people? What are they doing? We have to keep drinking."

Ji Jing hugged Han Qian's head and comforted him softly.

"They went dancing downstairs. They all drank a lot, so that's almost enough."

"oh!"

"Aunt Ji, kiss me."

Ji Jing kissed Han Qian's forehead. Han Qian sat up instantly and said with a silly smile.

"full HP resurrection."

If you like someone, no matter what he does, he is always cute. He looks at Han Qian with squinted eyes and smiles, and can't help but reach out and pinch his face.

"Hey~ acridine~ After drinking so much wine, can't you even open your eyelids?"

"It's okay, it's enough to see you alone."

You have to say that Han Qian is a straight man. He is really straight. If you want to say that he knows how to flirt, it is quite fatal. Moreover, most of them are caught up by Ji Jing. Han Qian is flirting with Ji Jing while drinking. He took Ji Jing's soft, boneless little hand and put it on his face. It was cool and comfortable.

"Aunt Ji, there is a saying that goes like this: if your hands are cold, your parents will be waiting for you; if your hands are cold, it will hurt your lover. Look at your cold hands, so I have to feel sorry for you."

This is Han Qian saying what he has never wanted to say after drinking. He likes Ji Jing. Ji Jing nodded vigorously and gently touched Han Qian's face. His eyes were full of love. Then Han Qian muttered in a low voice. .

"My hands are weird. They are neither cold nor hot. My father doesn't feel pain and my mother doesn't love them. Hey! It's so difficult for me."

"Then I love you."

"mwah!"

Han Qian held Ji Jing's hand. Alcohol gave him too much courage. Just when their lips were about to touch, the noisy music suddenly stopped and a scream came from downstairs.

It belongs to Yang Lan!

Han Qian stood up suddenly and trotted to the fence. There were too many people downstairs and he couldn't see what was going on. He turned around and shouted to Ji Jing.

"Aunt Ji, don't move here. I'll go down and take a look. You two, take good care of my Aunt Ji. If something happens, I'll kill you."

The waiters on the second floor knew Han Qian's identity pretty much, and they didn't dare to turn a deaf ear to the young man's words about the big dog. A waitress sat next to Ji Jing, and the remaining two stood beside Ji Jing. To the left and right of the seat, in case someone comes over to play hooligans while drunk.

Han Qian hurriedly ran downstairs. His legs were a little weak, so he was holding on to the stairs. He pushed the person in front of him arrogantly, and heard Qian Wan's angry shout in his ears.

"Brother Liang, be careful, none of you can escape."

There's a fight!

Han Qian pulled up a chair and threw it out, hitting a young man on the back. Han Qian growled.

"Damn it, beat my brother?"

Hua Luo touched the wine bottle and smashed the head of a man standing in front of Qian Wan.

Click!

The beer bottle shattered in response, and at the same time fists came at him. In the chaos, he was kicked in the lower abdomen, and his feet were unsteady and he fell to the ground. Han Qian was just about to get up when a chair hit him, and then the fists and kicks fell like raindrops. Han Qian Su Liang kept groping on the ground, looking for someone to take advantage of him. Su Liang's head was covered with blood now, and he couldn't stand up several times after trying to get up.

Just when Han Qian thought he was going to suffer tonight, Liu Jiulong took action. He rushed into the crowd with an ashtray in his hand. He drove away the young men who besieged Han Qian with three strokes, stretched out his hand and pulled him up. Han Qian said angrily in a low voice.

"Can you stand up?"

Han Qian stood up with Liu Jiulong's pull. The pain had already made him sober. He originally thought that the help would be young people like Duan Mingfeng or Gao Zhuang, but he never expected that the most cowardly Liu Jiulong would be a to help.

Raising his hand to wipe the blood from his face, Han Qian bent down to pick up the iron leg of a stool and looked at the men in front of him.

They are all about sixteen or seventeen years old, with yellow and green hair. It is still cold today. They are all wearing short sleeves and tattoos on their arms. The young man who was shot in the head by Han Qian is holding the clothes. Covering his head.

A group of kids?

Then Han Qian spotted two men standing behind the children. One of them was looking at him with doubtful eyes, and the other was holding a cigarette in his mouth with a sarcastic sneer on his lips. Liu Jiulong whispered.

"The one who smoked, he touched Li Li, and then..."

"Deputy Liu, it goes without saying. You go and ask Guan Junbiao to come over. Just leave these guys to me."

After so many years of fighting, I have never suffered a loss, but I ended up being beaten by these little bastards? At this moment, Su Liang also stood up with help. Han Qian stepped forward step by step with the legs of the stool. The young man holding a cigarette whistled, and five or six young boys rushed towards Han Qian. In an instant, Han Qian He was at a disadvantage again. Even with Liu Jiulong's help, he couldn't get any advantage from these born calves for a while.

Han Qian hit a yellow-haired child on the knee with a stick. Huangmao let out a wail, greeted Han Qian's parents, and then took out a switchblade.

Use the knife!

The ones Han Qian didn't like to mess with the most were these children. They were really desperate for their lives when they fought. But at this moment, a wailing sound came from behind these children. They turned around and saw that the child they had beaten so hard just now was helpless. The man who got up held an ashtray in his hand. There was blood on the corner of the glass ashtray. The smoking young man lay on the ground covering his head.

Su Liang held an ashtray in one hand and covered his head with the other. Blood seeped out from his fingertips as he cursed.

"Touch my wife?"

Han Qian shouted when he saw this.

"That hand touched it, which hand was hit? You like fighting, right? Don't call the police on anyone. Are you fucking dead?"

After Han Qian roared, several guys watching the scene in the bar hurried over and replied breathlessly.

"Uncle, Brother Dog received an urgent mission. We heard the call and rushed over from another place. Which one to call, you speak."

Looking at the seven or eight men in black suits and black clothes around Han Qian, the children finally realized they were afraid and stood there uneasily. Han Qian pointed at these children and growled.

"Don't let anyone go, especially the one who got it. You like to hold a knife, right? Chop off all your fingers!"

Guan Dagou's boys took out their sticks and rushed over, beating the children to the ground with three blows. Han Qian had no mercy. After beating him, no one could get over it. Han Qian wiped his face. With blood on his face, one of the boys grabbed the stick in his hand and staggered towards the young man lying on the ground. He raised the stick and hit the grandson's forearm with the stick.

A wail resounded throughout the bar. When Han Qian was about to throw the second stick, Yang Lan and Li Li stepped forward to stop him. At the same time, a group of people walked in from the main entrance of the bar. By now, the people in the bar had dispersed. Most of the time, Han Qian's face instantly turned gloomy when he looked at the people walking over.

Lin Mengde, Lin Zongheng, Luo Shen, Liu Guangming, and their confidants were behind them. The brother-in-law Wang Kai who couldn't be beaten with seven sticks was also there. Han Qian looked at Lin Mengde coldly with a stick in his hand. At this time, the young man's companion came to his senses. , shouted to Luo Shen.

"Sister God, the young master was beaten."

As soon as these words came out, Han Qian suddenly cursed in his heart.

Did you draft it? This is a game!

Han Qian took a step back and whispered.

"Sister Yang, let someone take Su Liang away first. Quick! Leave quickly. These guys are coming for me."

At this time, Luo Shen had already ran over, squatting next to her brother, raising her head and glaring at Han Qian and others.

"Leave? Don't even think about leaving! Zongheng, call the police!"