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The hops flowed down Mahjong's cheeks.

Glass shards splashed everywhere.

But instead of being angry, Mahjong was happy. He stretched out his hand to wipe the beer liquid on his face, and said with a sinister smile: "How old are you, and you still play the game of hitting your head with a beer bottle like a primary school student. Not surprisingly?"

All the subordinates also laughed.

"Dumb, aren't you? Brother Mahjong is something that a small shrimp like you can sneak up on? You're beyond your control!"

"Our boss can punch a hole in a tree with his head, boy, this time he has gained knowledge, and there is a kind of strength that you can't imagine in your life!"

"What a joke! I saw him knock Xiwanzi out with a punch just now, and I thought it was so powerful!"

"..."

The tricks and flattery started one after another.

Ok?
Lu Ping also felt a little unbelievable.

This time, I used a full tenth of my strength.

Such a hard head is indeed rare, if it were someone else, it would definitely be dripping with blood by now.

"Sorry, I missed it." Lu Ping started touching the next beer bottle.

This time it was an empty bottle.

Everyone laughed and laughed.

They felt that there was no need to do anything anymore, let him be shy in front of Brother Mahjong first, and it would not be too late to deal with him later!Anyway, his fate is definitely not going to be much better.

"Boy, your self-introduction ruined my plan." Mahjong pinned his legs and said happily: "I planned to let everyone go up together and chop together, and I would withdraw after you beat me. Now it seems that there is no need for that." Huh? Brother Mahjong wants to have fun with you, right?"

As he spoke triumphantly, he thought to himself: A woman's words cannot be trusted!

Before coming here, Lan Bingbing repeatedly asked him, saying that this kid has two tricks, and ordinary people are not his opponents.

Now it seems, shit!
Stretch your head so that he can't break it even if you smash it, is this considered a trick?
Lu Ping was idle anyway, and expressed interest in Mahjong: "How do you want to play?"

Mahjong looked at the mahjong tiles on the table: "Why don't we rub two? Let's get to know each other better, maybe when we fuck you later, it will be more immersive. What do you think?"

Lu Ping smiled bitterly: "But I'm not very good at fighting, what should I do?"

"Then you came in just now, why did you say you came to play mahjong? Are you sick?" Mahjong picked up an 'dongfeng' and threw it towards Lu Ping.

Lu Ping turned sideways, stepped aside, and explained: "When I said playing mahjong, I was hitting you. Isn't your name mahjong?"

"Ah, I was hit. Does it hurt? It doesn't hurt, it's quite comfortable!" Mahjong reached out and touched his head. Although it was still wet, his blood was boiling.

After all, in front of his subordinates today, he pretended to be aggressive.

This may become a legend in the future.

This legend will make others even more frightened when they hear the word "Mahjong".

Lu Ping emphasized: "I said that I missed just now, and I didn't use any strength."

"Why are you so useless? The beer bottles are all broken. That's Brother Mahjong's hard head. You still don't admit it?" Mahjong said proudly, holding the machete in his hand and dipping it on his face. Then he said: "Brother Mahjong's face is running water now, what will be running on your face in a while? Haha, blood, let me just tell you! Why can't I hide the secret so much, you say ?”

All the subordinates couldn't stop laughing.

Such a domineering boss with a sense of humor is so happy when he fights.

There are pads, ups and downs, not boring, and a storyline.

"I admit that your head is really hard, much harder than the average person." Lu Ping praised seriously: "So, your head is not an ordinary head. Do you dare to let me smash it again?"

"Dare, why don't you dare?" Mahjong looked confident, but then sneered: "How about this, Brother Mahjong will make an exception to play with you today, and I think it's unlucky to break the scoop. I can't break it, you Whichever hand you use to smash it will chop off your hand, isn't this a fair way of playing?"

Lu Ping nodded: "It sounds fair."

"Then you smashed it just now, chop off your hand first! Then you smash it with the other hand. Boy, you have one hand left, one chance." Mahjong raised the machete and urged : "Come on, stretch out your hand!"

Lu Ping asked back: "Can I owe you first?"

"No! You must cut off your hands first!" Mahjong's tone began to reveal a deterrent element.

Lu Ping smiled: "It seems that you are scared this time, you must be scared, right?"

"What am I so afraid of you?" Mahjong looked puzzled.

Lu Ping touched his wrist and said, "You are afraid that if I drink another bottle, you will open the scoop! You are actually in pain now, but you just refuse to admit it. So you want to chop off my hand, so that I Your body is uncoordinated, and your hand hurts, how can you use all your strength to hit your head?"

"Really..." Mahjong suddenly became a little ridiculous, and after calming down his emotions, he said, "Okay, what you said really makes sense. But Brother Mahjong must correct you, I don't f Pain, no feeling at all, not even itching."

Lu Ping said: "So you agree?"

"Agreed! Why not?" Mahjong glanced at Lu Ping contemptuously, picked up an empty bottle from the table, and threw it on his head.

Bah!
The bottle is broken.

The head was unharmed.

"Did you see it? Is it stronger than the force you used just now?" Mahjong reached out to wipe away the glass shards on his face, and then cursed at his subordinates: "Turn on the phone to record, damn it, such a wonderful scene Do you know how to catch it? You rarely have the opportunity to see Brother Mahjong's unique skills. Don't cherish it!"

Everyone was deeply inspired, and they all started to take out their mobile phones and scrambled to spare them.

One guy even led the clap.

"Brother Mahjong is amazing!"

Others also started applauding, cheering, and shouting.

This group of people doesn't look like a gangster, but rather a group of cute melon-eating audiences.

Lu Ping didn't expect this mahjong brother to be so cooperative, and he couldn't bear to give him a cup for a while.

After all, this scene is too harmonious and full of comedy.

But it won't work if you don't open it. They are here to beat him up.

This world is too crazy, there are always people who are willing to be gunmen for others.

I, Lu Ping, are too cruel?
Or should we be cruel when dealing with cruel people?
"Brother Mahjong, hold on!" Lu Ping turned the beer bottle upside down and poured out the remaining liquid inside.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and smash it, if you smash it, you will cut off your hand!" After shaking his neck a few times, Mahjong lowered his neck and stretched out his head, not forgetting to ask his subordinates: "Have you turned on the cameras yet? Don’t miss it this time, let’s see who can shoot better, Mahjong brother will get a prize when he goes back!”

"You're the one who talks a lot of nonsense!" Lu Ping looked at Mahjong's rock-hard head, and pouted.Alas, it's a pity, people practiced for so long.

The beer bottle was smashed down again.

Seems like an understatement, not much effort.

Bah!
The beer bottle shattered again.

"Haha, did you take a picture this time?" Mahjong stretched out his hand to touch his head and straightened his waist, and said to the subordinates in front of him with a smile on his face: "Don't turn off the phone, it's time to slap your hands..."

As he was talking, he always felt that something was wrong.

The subordinates were laughing, when suddenly someone exclaimed: "Brother Mahjong, your head..."

When the other subordinates looked up, they were all shocked.

"What's wrong with my head? Hey, there's so much water on it? Isn't it an empty bottle?" Mahjong felt his head was wet for a while, followed by a little dizziness, and then pain.

And then, it hurts.

Put your hand in front of your face... blood?And yes, hands full of blood?

"Does it hurt this time?" Lu Ping grabbed the next beer bottle and said with a smile, "I used [-]% of my strength this time, but I still can't bear to open it for you. Do you know why?"

In an instant, Mahjong's face was covered with blood.

His head turned into a blood cell.

"No... Impossible, impossible, how could it be like this?" Even Mahjong himself was frightened, and staggered to sit on the sofa, as if he hadn't woken up from his dream.

All the subordinates were frightened at first, and then they picked up the knives one after another and approached Lu Ping.

"I don't want to hurt the innocent, you'd better not move around, stand there and look up to your boss, I can't guarantee that the next bottle will be merciful. Maybe you can close your eyes, and there may be something warm in a while Don’t be afraid, it might be your boss’s brains!” Lu Ping pointed at the mahjong with a beer bottle, and said to the tough men in front of him.

He spoke very lightly.

But it sounds creepy.

There was a certain chemical change in the expressions of these people.Some turn yellow, some turn black, some turn green, and some turn pale.

They seemed to be waiting in fear for a signal from the boss.

Or maybe they didn't want the signal at all.

Mahjong calmed down a little, stretched out a hand and rubbed his eyes, and then, concentrating on it, suddenly grabbed the machete in front of him, and slashed at Lu Ping with lightning speed.

The speed is fast, beyond daily performance.

Click!

Got it?Mahjong felt a burst of surprise in the haze, although his eyes were blinded by the newly overflowing blood, but this crisp sound came extremely crisply.

No, why is there a crisp sound?
According to his years of experience in fighting and beheading people, the sound was abnormal.

With the sound of 'clang', the pupils of Mahjong's subordinates suddenly dilated, and their faces showed panic.

Even a few knives fell to the ground.

"God, how is this possible?"

"No, no, no, it's not right."

"..."

Hisses and exclamations quickly became one.

Everyone retreated, and then retreated until there was no way to retreat.

Two damp marks suddenly appeared on the ground, which were the faucets on two of them, and they were no longer in control.

Legs are shaking, heart is beating.

And the mahjong hand holding the knife also went numb for a while, and began to tremble.

But until now, he still doesn't know what happened?His eyes were soaked tightly by the blood that continued to flow from the top of his head.