The reunion was full of wine from the morning and evening. Even though Lan Feng was pretending to be drunk and admitting his fear at first, how could he bear to pretend to be drunk and watch these guys happily drink and chat together?

So the guy finally stood up again shakingly, shouting "I'm not drunk yet, I can drink, I can fight you for 300 rounds" and sat shamelessly at the table, and was lively with everyone, drinking seriously, and enjoying this rare time and happiness.

Although it has been many years, the love between them has not changed at all because of time. Instead, this relationship has become more and more mellow with time.

This is the real brother and friend.

"Brother Feng, thank you for your hard work over the years, come... Let's give you a cup together!"

Lei Bao, Chongjian Kui Qi, Su Yiran, Chu Bing and others all stood up at this moment, picked up the big bowl full of wine, and spoke with a smile.

"Brothers, thank you for your hard work! Come and have a good drink!"

Seeing this, Lan Feng also stood up with a wine bowl and spoke with a smile.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

"Bang bang bang..."

"Hey, where are the messy people in the Green Bar? The old man wants to drink, why don't you open the door for me quickly?"

"Damn it, do you still want to do business?"

However, Lan Feng and his friends had just finished speaking, the dull knocking on the door and extremely dissatisfied arrogance came from downstairs to interrupt everyone's interest.

Lan Feng, Lei Bao, Su Yiran and the others' faces couldn't help but feel cold at this moment.

Lei Bao said in confusion: "Qin Yi, we are not on the sign that has suspended business, why are there still people at this time..."

"Brother Feng, Brother Bao...you keep drinking, let's go down and take a look first."

The Baquan Nu and the others also had a strong flame burning in their hearts. They quickly put down their wine glass and walked downstairs to the bar.

In the bar hall downstairs, more than a dozen young men with dyed hair and earrings and dressed in their so-called modern and fashionable dress were beating on the table at the front desk of the bar with steel pipes, machetes and other weapons, and their mouths were clamoring and untroubled words.

Leading was a young man who looked twenty-seven or eight years old. He had long brown hair, his slender and strong figure was wrapped in a black windbreaker, and a cross necklace hanging around his neck fell in front of him. His slender fingers were wearing a skeleton ring inlaid with rubies, making him look particularly extraordinary and full of a demonic temperament.

"Mom, where are you? You'll die for me!"

"Fuck, I want to drink, waiter, bring me wine!"

"What a broken bar, there is not even a person?"

When the Eight Fist Slaves and the Eight Brothers walked down from the second floor box, these guys had already smashed a lot of tables and chairs in the bar with steel pipes, machetes and other weapons.

Looking at the people, the Eight Fist Slaves' eyes flashed with cold light, and a voice full of coldness and murderous intent came from their mouths: "Everyone, what do you mean?"

"Oh, finally someone has come out! What does it mean? Mom, I'm a broken bar, can't understand what I said? I said, we want to drink!"

"Dog waiter, are you blind or deaf? Hurry up and bring the best wine in your store for me!"

Looking at the Eight Fist Slaves and others who came out, these guys were useless and were still shouting loudly in anger, not taking the Eight Fist Slaves and the others seriously at all.

At this moment, the faces of the eight-fist slave and other brothers were extremely difficult to see. Quan Yiyi stretched out his hand and pointed to the sign hanging at the door of the bar that was suspended. There was a faint voice in his mouth: "Our bar is suspended today. Everyone, please go back!"

While speaking, Quan Yi's eyes remained on the young man sitting on the booth with a cross necklace. He could keenly sense the obscure danger from this guy.

Today is the day when they meet with Brother Feng. They don’t want to fight in blood to destroy the atmosphere of reunion, so they speak very politely. Even if these guys smashed a lot of tables and chairs, they did not ask these guys to compensate, but let them leave.

"I'm so ma'am, what do you think you'll be suspended if you say business is suspended. Are you considered a shame?"

"Fuck, don't talk nonsense, bring wine to the labor and capitalists!"

"If you don't open, just close the door and open a bar?"

However, what answered Quan Yi and the others were the extremely arrogant and arrogant words of these guys.

"Are you looking for trouble on purpose?" Baquan Nu and others looked cold, a cold light flashed in their eyes, and a cold voice came from their mouths.

"Haha... Senior Eight-Fist Slave misunderstood. We just came to drink. How dare we come to find trouble? Who in the whole Su Hai knows the Crazy Soldier Alliance? How dare we come to find trouble! We really came to drink, but if we didn't drink, we might not cause trouble. Are you right?"

Hearing the words of the Eight Fist Slaves, the young man with the cross stretched lazily, then teased and spoke.

His name is Daishe, known as Dai Boss. He is a rookie who has risen over the years. It is rumored that the seven swords of the Zhonghai were all famous in the Zhonghai not long ago.

"Haha...Boss Dai is right...haha..."

"Damn it, after hearing what Boss Dai said, I now know that these eight waiters were actually eight-box slaves who were once masters of the Mad Soldier Alliance?"

"That's right, they are just eight-box slaves, and now there are only a few of them left in the Mad Soldier Alliance!"

"Tsk tsk, who could have thought that the once famous Eight Fist slave actually became a waiter in the bar? Haha... Come on, waiter, serve us wine!"

Hearing Boss Dai's words, the faces of many younger brothers he brought appeared with a strong look of surprise and surprise, and the sound of joking came from their mouths.

There was no fluctuation on the faces of Baquan Nu and others. They looked at Boss Dai and his group calmly, and a cold voice came from their mouths: "Today we meet again, we don't want to see blood. Before we get angry, you'd better get out of here!"

"Let's get out? You eight-box slaves are really fucking thinking that they are a thing, right? I thought the current Crazy Soldier Alliance could be compared with before? It's really ridiculous. Brothers, kill them for me!"

Hearing this, a sneer appeared on Boss Dai's face, and with a wave of his hand, an angry voice came from his mouth.

These guys came here on purpose to cause trouble.

"yes!"

"Brothers, kill them for me!"

After hearing Boss Dai's words, many of the little brothers he brought were waving the steel pipes and weapons in his hands and attacking the eight-fist slaves at a super fast speed.

"Do it!"

Seeing this, a cold light flashed through the fist's eyes, and he turned to everyone with his fist.

"Bang!"

"clang!"

"ah!"

A fierce battle began. Although the younger brother brought by Boss Dai was brave, he was not the opponent of the Eight Fist Slaves. In less than a moment, they were all knocked down by them. They lay on the ground and hugged their bodies, and bursts of miserable wails came out of their mouths.

"Hmph! A bunch of useless waste!"

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Boss Dai's eyes, a cold snorted disdain came out of his nose, his feet suddenly exerted force, his body as light as a swallow, and rushed towards the eight-fist slave at a super fast speed, launching a fierce battle!

This guy deserves to be a powerful man who killed the Seven Swords of the Middle Sea. He has enough strength. Even if he fights against the eight fist slaves alone, he is still at the top. With his strange identity, he can't do anything to his eight fist slaves and the eight fist slaves!

"Eight Gate Blocking Fist!"

However, the Eight Fist Slaves and others are experienced in many battles. With their outstanding combat experience, the eight of them instantly changed positions and blocked Boss Dai. They swung their iron fists and carried powerful power and smashed Boss Dai who was surrounded in the center. The terrifying murderous intent spread out from their fists as if it were substance.

"I am worthy of being an eight-fist slave, it's really a tricky existence... But I'm not jealous! Bear Lion Gang's rage!"

Seeing this, a trace of cold light flashed in Boss Dai's eyes, and he opened his mouth and sucked it suddenly. All the spiritual energy contained in the world was sucked into his mouth by him, causing layers of gold to appear on the surface of his body, as if a golden giant bear wrapped his body.

"Bang!"

When the surface of Boss Dai's body was wrapped in a golden giant bear, the fists of the eight fist slaves and the eight others hit him hard with powerful force, and a deafening and dull sound burst out.

"Haha...it's useless. How can you crack my Bear Lion Gang's rage with just eight wastes? Go to death, Angry Flame Tiangang!"

By resisting the attacks of Eight Fist Slaves and the others, Boss Dai smiled happily on his face. Before Eight Fist Slaves could react, his body suddenly shook, and the stormy power bloomed...

"Puff..."

The Eight-Fist Slave felt an unparalleled brute force rushing into their bodies, causing their faces to change drastically. A mouthful of bright red blood was sprayed out of their mouths, and their whole body was shaken backwards like shells, hitting the wall at the end of the bar hall, making a dull sound.

"Ahem... Damn..."

The eight-fist slave and eight struggled to stand up and wanted to attack Boss Dai again, but they couldn't raise any strength at all.

They were already severely damaged by Boss Dai's attack recoil.

"Vulnerable, they are indeed eight outdated waste!" Looking at the eight-fist slave who was severely injured and could only barely stand, Da Da's face showed a strong disdain, and a cold snorted from his nose, and a cold voice came out of his mouth.

"Ao..."

"Puff..."

However, as soon as Boss Dai's words fell, his face suddenly changed drastically. Under the shocking gaze of his many little brothers, Da Da was hit by a black shadow that jumped down from the second floor. He was like a kite with a broken string and directly smashed the glass door of the bar, smashing it hard on the road in the distance, and black blood sprayed out of his mouth.

"If they are waste, then you are not even as good as waste!"

As the sound of coldness and indifference sounded, a strong figure emitting a strong iron-blooded aura quietly appeared in the hall, holding a painted black heavy sword in his hand.
Chapter completed!