District 9

In the corridor on the top floor of Joy Palace.

As soon as Qin Yu and Lao Mao walked up the stairs, they saw a dozen people fighting together inside, and the fight was fierce and fierce.

"Oh my, so many people are fighting." At this moment, Lao Mao said with the mentality of not spattering his own blood: "Wait for a while, let's wait for the security to come up before we leave."

Qin Yu stretched his neck and looked forward: "No...that's not right. Why do I look like the one being beaten looks like Zhu Wei?"

"Ah?" The old cat was stunned for a moment, then looked forward carefully before replying: "Damn it, it's really Zhu Wei!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them took steps to run forward. At the same time, Qin Yu lowered his head and touched his trouser pocket, looking for his work ID, but after touching it twice, he remembered that he had changed clothes today and didn't bring his ID at all.

"Don't move, don't even move."

"stop."

Old Mao rushed over first, pulled his neck and shouted: "Everyone who is a police superintendent of the underworld, please step aside."

Everyone turned around after hearing the sound, and one of the strong men looked at Lao Mao's clothes, pulled his neck and replied: "Do you have a certificate, or do you still have clothes?"

"Are you talking to me?!" Old Cat pointed at the other person and cursed: "Stand against the wall."

"I stand my ground." The strong man said nothing and punched him.

The old cat turned sideways and shouted in shock: "You still dare to do it, don't you?"

"beat him."

The people in the corridor who were already fighting crazy didn't care at all whether Lao Mao was a real superintendent. They just saw that he wanted to intervene, so they immediately rushed over to the two of them, hitting him with their fists and kicking him with their feet.

The old cat was placed in the corner, with his left hand protecting his head, and his right hand crackling like thunder as he began to quarrel. However, due to his weak physique and mediocre personal qualities, he was quickly beaten to death.

"Bang!"

Qin Yu rushed over and kicked the strong man on the left on the waist. The latter took two steps back on the spot.

"Snapped!"

Qin Yu grabbed the man's hair and pulled it back hard. At the same time, he suddenly raised his knees and hit the side of the strong man's head with a bang.

"Gudong!"

The strong man lay on the ground and stopped moving on the spot.

At the entrance of the corridor, Zhu Wei, Fu Xiaohao, Ding Guozhen, Liu Zishu, Ma Laoer and others were already at a comprehensive disadvantage, because the other party came later than them, had not drunk much wine yet, and most of them were sober.

Someone once said that you can punch a martial arts master when you are drunk, but you can fight Taishan Beidou when you are drunk.

But if you have some life experience, if you look carefully at this statement, you will find that it is purely a deceptive statement. Because a drunk person cannot compare with a sober person in terms of personal reaction or physical coordination. As for Ma Laoer and the others, they have had two meals in a row since night and have been shopping for several hours. They are basically in a state of shaking their legs and looking at people's ghosts.

To put it bluntly, if everyone is in this state, they don't need to be beaten by others. They may fall down while walking on the aisle, so how can they fight with each other? In addition, when Mingfei and the others came, there were more than ten people, and there were seven or eight friends waiting in the private room, so in terms of numbers, the other party also had an advantage.

At the door.

Ma Laoer was kicked so hard by two or three people that he couldn't get up. He protected his head with both arms and only pulled his neck and yelled: "Gun, go into my bag and get the gun."

"Gun? Why the hell should I give you another cannon?!" Ming Fei stood behind the crowd, went up and kicked Ma Lao Er on the head.

In the private room, Qi Lin, who had been completely drunk just now, had been lying on the sofa sleeping. He was only awakened by the violent noise two minutes after there was a fight at the door.

Qi Lin shook his head and stared at the door for a while before he realized that there was a fight. He then picked up two wine bottles and rushed over blankly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

There were two crisp sounds, and the two wine bottles shattered. Qi Lin held a sharp bottle mouth with one hand and started stabbing at the crowd.

"Dang Dang!"

On the left, Mingfei picked up the trash can on the ground and hit Qi Lin on the head twice like a slam dunk.

Qi Lin turned around numbly and rushed up in two steps.

"Fuck him!" Mingfei pointed at Qi Lin and shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, three people rushed up from the left and right sides, reaching out and grabbing Qi Lin's clothes.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"...!"

Qi Lin opened his bow from left to right, and after stabbing him several times, the hard mouth of the wine bottle broke again after it hit the human bone. This shows how ruthlessly he strikes and how hard he uses it.

After the three of them were stabbed apart, Qi Lin staggered towards Mingfei and kicked him in the stomach.

Mingfei hit the wall on his back, and instinctively raised his hand to block the vital parts of his body.

"Pfft!"

Qi Lin stabbed a wine bottle, piercing Ming Fei's waist, and blood immediately flowed out. But before he could raise his hand and stab him a second time, four or five people rushed out from the corridor again.

"beat him."

The strong man who had been stabbed by the wine bottle stood up, called to his companions, and surrounded Qi Lin, kicking and beating him fiercely.

At the beginning, Qi Lin still had room to poke left and right, but as soon as the opponent's crowd gathered around him, he had no room left. He was dragged down by the three of them, and Gudong fell to the ground.

Mingfei stepped forward to retreat to the left, but Qi Lin grabbed his arm with his right hand and pulled him down hard.

There were bloodstains on the ground and it was slippery. Mingfei was caught and couldn't stop, and he lay down next to Qi Lin.

"Bang bang bang!"

Qi Lin banged his head against Ming Fei's cheek desperately, while the people surrounding him also kicked him with thunderbolts.

At the entrance of the corridor, Qin Yu, who had escaped two fierce battles before, finally became the main force today. Because he had not drunk much alcohol and was still very clear-headed, he helped Old Mao defeat the two of them and directly pulled out a fire ax with a blunt blade and a short handle from the fire box in the corridor.

As soon as the fire ax painted with red paint and tied with red silk came out, the two people who were kicking Zhu Wei retreated.

"Bang!"

Qin Yu didn't waste any time. He stepped forward and held a fire ax in both hands. He pointed the ax at one side and hit a young man on the back.

After a muffled sound, the boy stretched his neck and bent over, lying on the ground and howling miserably.

At this time, Qin Yu probably only exerted a third of his strength. Because the fire ax is very heavy, if he really hits it with all his strength, it will knock out the opponent's shit, and someone will definitely be killed.

After Qian lay down alone, Qin Yu came forward with an ax in his hand: "cnm, whoever runs away today is the grandson. Come on, come on, come here. If I can fight back, I will fight with you."

After saying that, Qin Yu stared, raised his hand and swung the ax blade towards the crowd.

"Hooraa!"

The crowd dispersed.

"Fuck you, why don't you do it?!" Qin Yu glared and was about to hit the strong man on the right.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Qin Yu felt someone kick him behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw a group of security guards rushing over.

"I'm sorry, you're going to cause trouble on New Year's Eve, right?!"

The leading security guard roared with a tigerish face: "Take care of them for me."