Arknights is too real, right?

Now Xia Feng and Nan Feng, one is the Governor of Yandong and the other is the Chief of Military Affairs of the Empire.

But for the two gangsters, sideshows like bar fights were far more exciting than all the high-end places in Londinium.

The most important thing is that this passion is the taste of youth.

With Nan Feng and Xia Feng taking the lead, this fight in the bar was inevitable.

The person who was knocked down by the table immediately got up, picked up the nearby wine bottle bench and smashed it over. Nanfeng, as the main player, naturally rushed into the crowd with the enemy's firepower.

The south wind rushed fiercely, and Xia Feng followed closely behind. In an instant, a fierce and chaotic fight broke out on one side of the bar.

"Oh shit!"

"day!"

"Dry!"

All kinds of vulgar words were heard along with the "bang bang bang" sound of smashing, which attracted the cheers of the guests watching the excitement.

This is not a shopping mall or a park. For people who hang out in nightclubs, there is nothing more exciting than watching people fight.

This bar is located on the outskirts of the city and is relatively chaotic. For bar owners, it is not uncommon for fights to occur in the venue.

As long as no one is killed and the damaged items are compensated according to the price, he is not worried.

There were more of these gangsters than expected. In addition to the dozen or so who gathered around them, another seven or eight people came down from the second floor of the bar.

After hitting several people with three punches and two kicks, Nan Feng relaxed his muscles and looked at Xia Feng, who was surrounded by several people not far away.

"Brother, what did you do?"

Xia Feng was already dizzy from drinking, but now he stood up and started fighting with others, his body was shaky, and he also received several punches in the face.

But this did not affect his interest, but made him feel more like before.

“Don’t worry, it’s relaxing and enjoyable, it’s very enjoyable!”

Obviously, Nan Feng and Xia Feng had a tacit understanding not to use their full strength. Otherwise, he would have demolished the bar, let alone these young people from society.

They have experienced great storms and waves, and those who are now in high positions know very well what level of enemies they are facing.

This is not a battle, just to regain the feeling that the two of them once fought side by side.

Back in Notting City, on the night of the final battle to eradicate Fredo's forces, he and Nanfeng fought their way from the top floor of the casino to the first floor.

In that battle, the enemy suffered numerous casualties and suffered numerous scars.

The feeling of handing each other's back is a feeling that they can hardly experience anymore.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The two men knocked down one person after another in the chaotic crowd, and their mouths were bleeding from the angry fists and bottles.

However, what came out of his mouth was hearty laughter.

The two of them played very happily, but Tang Hua and Maren Legg had a more miserable time.

Obviously, these two former aristocratic young masters did not know martial arts and had little actual combat experience.

Especially this chaotic bar fight. If Xia Feng and Nan Feng hadn't inexplicably "struck first", they would never have experienced it in person.

"Holy shit!"

Seeing a few little yellow hairs running towards him with wine bottles in the distance, Tang Hua went straight to look for a table nearby.

Of course, he didn't intend to swing the table and hit someone, but he wanted to get under the table.

Mullenleg was relatively calm. Although he drank a little too much, he still maintained the "reservation" of a senior official in the empire.

Standing up, Malenleg forced himself to put on a serious attitude, pointed at the few people around him and said sternly.

"I'm warning you, this is Londinium. Don't blame me for not reminding you that you will be held legally responsible if you hurt someone."

On the other side, Xia Feng and Nan Feng were already fighting with a group of people. On this side, Marenleg was talking about legal responsibility, which was completely unconvincing.

"I'm going to fuck you!"

Bar fights are like this. As long as the fight starts, everyone is equal. If you want to take the law into consideration, you must first ensure your own safety.

"Snapped!"

A wine bottle exploded on Mullenleg's head. Broken glass and alcohol stained his expensive suit worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. At the same time, blood flowed down his forehead.

"Ouch!"

Stunned by a wine bottle, Malenleg staggered back a few steps and immediately lost his fighting ability.

Seeing this, Tang Hua, who had already hid under the bed, could only grit his teeth and get out again. While covering Maren Legg, who was shot in the head, he picked up a chair and fiddled with it.

But soon, he was beaten to the point of running away with his head in his arms.

"Ouch, ouch, stop fighting, Xia Feng, Brother Nan, come and save me!"

Nanfeng, who was fighting fiercely here, turned back and glanced at Tang Hua, who was in a panic, with disappointment in his eyes.

"Why are you so cowardly? You beat me with a bottle of wine. What are you afraid of?"

"Ouch, Brother Nan, I can't beat him, come and save me, I'm going to die."

"Useless things."

Nan Feng defeated the enemies around him with three punches and two kicks, and immediately went to Tang Hua and threw the people who besieged him onto the dance floor one by one like throwing lead balls.

Finally rescued, Tang Hua, with a bruised nose and swollen face, seemed to be surviving a disaster.

"Thank you."

Nanfeng wiped the broken glass from his face.

"You will give me more exercise in the future. How will you protect Nancy?"

"Yes, yes, I will sign up for a swimming fitness class when I get back."

On the other side, Xia Feng's head was shot open by an unknown insidious guy, but he completely ignored this minor injury and still used the most primitive way to fight with these young people from society.

While fighting back, they shouted incomprehensible slogans.

"I am the Immortal God of War, Fire Feather Xia Feng. I want to hit 100 of them. Oh, damn, who is so cruel?"

This bar brawl was a blast, but the fun was always short-lived.

About 10 minutes later, a piercing siren sounded outside the bar.

After pushing open the door, a group of uniformed military policemen rushed in. The military policemen held batons and quickly subdued the people in the fight to the ground.

"Turn off the music, everyone squats down with their hands on their heads, don't ask for trouble."

This is Londinium. The military and police have supreme law enforcement power in the city. No matter whether they are the second generation of rich people or the second generation of officials, no one dares to contradict them.

After all the people involved in the fight were subdued, the military police leading the team shouted sharply.

"Cuff them all and take them all back to the Beicheng Security Bureau!"

Mullenleg, with his head bleeding, raised his hand to signal to the captain.

"Police officer, I'm injured. Can I go to the hospital first?"

The military police glanced at him.

"Where are you injured?"

"My head is broken, isn't it obvious?"

"I don't think it's anything serious. Let's go back to the police station first. We have emergency bandaging medical staff."

Mullenleg looked embarrassed.

"Officer, this is a misunderstanding, actually I am"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Malenleg was yelled at and lost his temper. When he saw Xia Feng and Nanfeng squatting on the ground very skillfully and showing ridicule to him, he could only sigh helplessly.

"Hey, okay."

In this way, all the more than 20 people involved in the fight, including Xia Feng, were taken back to the police station and detained for public security purposes.

Fortunately, no one was seriously injured in this incident. Most of them were skin injuries. The most serious injury was probably Maren Legg, who had a bottle of wine on his head.

Londinium North City Guard Station.

Locked in the detention room, the four grown men seemed to have entered sage mode. They sat together with empty eyes and were mostly sober from alcohol.

Nan Feng took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth.

"Tanghua, is there any fire?"

Tang Hua dug into his trouser pocket, but fortunately the lighter was not smashed.

"Give."

Mullenleg's head was wrapped in gauze, and his expression contained anger, shame, and at the same time, a hint of more complex emotions.

Although he was embarrassed to be like this, at this moment, he seemed to have developed a kind of brotherly love with the three men around him.

Glancing at Nanfeng beside him, Malenleg smiled helplessly and said in a teasing tone.

"Hey, sir, smoking is not allowed in the police station."

Nanfeng lit the cigarette as he was doing.

"The chief executive who is locked up in the police station will definitely be forgiven for smoking a cigarette."

Xia Feng, who was sitting in the middle, raised the corners of his mouth and suddenly let out a hearty laugh.

"hahahahahahahaha."

"Why are you so crazy?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

At the same time, internal conversations were taking place in the holding cell next door where another group involved in the fight was being held.

The little yellow-haired man with the earrings just now said to his companions swornly.

"Brothers, it's okay. My cousin works in the Supervision Office and is looking for connections. If we commit this crime, we will be locked up for a week at most."

"What about compensation?"

"We can't just let us pay. Those four people also fought, and they were the ones who struck first."

"Yes, when the time comes we will make sure they make the first move."

"right!"