The door that was pushed open was still moving slowly, and the accompanying wine placed on the counter suddenly rippled out. A figure was flying in the beer bottle standing on the stage, pressing against the table, rolling down behind the cabinet, and the wine bottle and cups shattered all over the floor.

The woman in the outfit was still screaming, and the man wearing high heels crossed the mess and howling in the ground, ran out of the door with his hands. Thirteen muscular white men hugged their arms crookedly, their thighs moaned in pain on the ground. In the dim light, there was still a loud scream and roar echoing. The figure held the bar stool and hit it. The figure was beaten back together with the stool that was dispersed, smashed into the wine cabinet, and then rebounded and fell on the debris all over the ground, bleeding.

The bunny girl hiding in the corner was in fear and her wet leather shoes stomped on the ground with glass residue. She slowly approached her, tremblingly raised her face with heavy makeup, and the man was immersed in the shadow of the light, and then patted the woman's head, using English, and her voice was dull.

"Leave, I will hurt you later, Miss."

After saying that, he walked straight ahead over the shaking woman. At the other end of his vision, a tall and thin man holding a billiard club and holding a cigar ball exhaled a breath of smoke, threw down the billiard club, and clapped his palm.

Slap...

"Not bad, not bad, your skills are the best I've ever seen, and so are your figure."

On the other side, Wang Ruhu took the long pole on another pool table, and broke it with a "bang". As the other party said, he suddenly threw it out. Before the person finished speaking, the black shadow suddenly flew over and pierced his chest, dragging him to the wall behind with huge force.

"Fake...you bastard..." The severe pain hit all the nerves of the tall and thin man, blood was flowing in his chest, and he glared at the Asian face coming towards him.

Wang Ruhu took off his gloves while walking.

"There are so many foreigners."

The exposed palm was filled with a strange scarlet red. When he felt the redstone energy in the other person's body, the attached demon star became excited and shouted in a stack of voices: "Give it to me quickly! Give it to me!"

The palm grabbed it, but as the palm of his hand was aimed at the man, the Australian man named Kangaroo suddenly grinned.

"So you are also infected with Redstone. I wanted to tease you, but it seems that you can't do it today."

Next second.

Mo Ben kicked out and collided with Wang Ruhu's knee that was raised in time. He actually took a few steps back. The moment he pulled the distance, he grabbed the billiard club in his chest and pulled it out with blood. He licked the blood on his tongue and threw it on the ground casually.

"I haven't had a good fight for a long time, Asian."

"Oh. So do I."

Wang Ruhu patted the shoe prints on his knee, twisted his neck, unbuttoned his buttons, took off his shirt and threw it to the bar. As his arms twisted, his towering muscles stretched out. On the other hand, the tall and thin man's body was bulging. The leather jacket on his body was spreading, revealing the muscles that were also full of explosions. The chest was originally poked with blood holes, as the muscles squirmed, slowly closed and stopped the blood.

Moben pulled off the torn leather jacket and cloth strip, raised his arms and raised his muscles, and pressed down to reveal his iron-hard chest muscles. Looking at Wang Ruhu, who was tall and muscular opposite, he showed his admiring eyes, gently brushed across his chest, extending to his lower abdomen, outlining his abdominal muscles.

"Looking at the figures of both of us, it is a pleasing work of art anywhere in the world."

Well......

Wang Ruhu, who was originally going to start a fight, was stunned when he saw his movements and expressions. How could he take action?

"What do you... mean? Don't you want to have a good fight?"

"Oh, I'm just watching, I almost forgot to fight."

Mo Ben with some pity, he withdrew his hand from his body, clenched his fists, and posed with sharp eyes. On the other side, when Wang Ruhu also calmed down, the other party's fists fell loose again and quickly waved his hand.

"Asians, wait, wait for me a while, I'll take a photo first. It must be very masculine just now, right?"

He quickly took his cell phone from the pool table and turned on the selfie. He held it with one hand and put the fist on his cheek and pouted his mouth, which shocked Wang Ruhu.

Turning his head to the wine cabinet, in the middle of the free place, neon lights set up a string of English: brother's secrets (brother's secret)

Is this a gay bar?

Is a kangaroo a sissy?

Wang Ruhu turned around and looked at the bulging muscles over there. The big and thick man holding his cell phone and taking a skillful selfie. He was in a bad mood. His original intention of killing people and snatching the primitive red stone aura disappeared completely.

The eyes swept across the strong man with his naked upper body on the ground. No wonder no one teased the bunny girl when he entered the door. Damn it turned out that they were all a group of gay men.

"I've finished filming, just have a fight, right? Actually, I don't know much. The person who usually shows his muscles and finds faults will run away."

After looking at the photo I just took with satisfaction, Mo Ben pressed his phone to his chest, and his beard was sloppy toward Wang Ruhu, who had turned around and held his shirt, and asked in surprise: "Are you going to fight? Where are you going?"

When he put on his shirt again, Wang Ruhu looked at him sideways and saw that he was about to come, he quickly raised his hand: "Don't come over, I'm not in the mood to fight now, so let's go here. I have some money here, and I'll show you the injuries to your brothers."

Finally I understood why everyone else could write names, but he didn't. It turned out that he was unwilling to write them. However, after inquiring about the news, this Moben had never done anything bad. He was still the famous president of the male co-summoner. He was surrounded by a group of big guys, which was considered a kind of force.

Wang Ruhu tied the buttons, turned around and left, bent down and reached for the duffel bag at the door, his expression was stunned.

"Where is the bag?"

I had no place to throw my luggage bag into the door before. Damn it, I didn’t make any money, and I lost the money.

"It must be the Bichi you let go just now." At this time, Moben came over, deliberately squeezed to Wang Ruhu, crossed his arms and squeezed his chest muscles and shook twice, "That woman stole the wallet of my subordinates and grabbed her. We did not humiliate him, so let her serve us in the bar as a punishment."

There is also this reason in it.

Wang Ruhu felt a little too big for the first time. It was not because he lost money, but because the muscular man beside him was timid and looked at him with a delicate look.

"It's okay, I know where Bichi lives. You wait. I'll call the brothers."

Mo Ben thought that the Asian man had lost his courtesy and felt uneasy. He patted his shoulder comfortably, turned around and twisted his waist, raised his thick fingers and gently pressed a phone number to broadcast it.

He pursed his lips, smiled and said something to the other side, hung up the phone, shook his thick waist, "My people will be here soon, let's go together."

Soon, there was a loud sound of motorcycles outside the bar, and dozens of motorcycles swarmed in. A group of men with big beards, fat or muscular figures sat on it and honked at Wang Ruhu who was walking out of the bar gate.

It seemed like a warm welcome.

Wang Ruhu looked at the scene and felt his scalp numb.
Chapter completed!