Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, everyone started to get familiar with each other.

Lin Lang and Mei Yanfang were holding glasses of red wine, chatting about movies and pop music, and having a great time. Mei Yanfang liked this younger brother very much, the kind of liking that was purely admiration.

Chu Tiannan and Zhang Guorong clinked glasses, drinking luxurious red wine comfortably while chatting about life, philosophy, economy and people's livelihood in a gay way, feeling that they had met too late and had a mutual respect for each other.

There was already a table full of Shanghainese dishes, and we couldn’t finish them all.

Xu Yan, the manager of the Longhai Hotel, personally delivered four delicious dishes and respectfully toasted Chu Tiannan with a glass of wine, giving enough face to Chu Tiannan, the Shanghai businessman.

"We are honored to have Mr. Chu visit us today. It has brought glory to our store. We are so honored!"

Chu Tiannan politely replied: "No, no! You are too polite!"

After a few brief greetings, the hotel manager Xu Yan tactfully left the private room without asking for a photo with the star or his autograph.

However, when the gangster Biaozi came out of the hotel bathroom, he overheard the hotel waiters gathering together and talking about Hong Kong stars Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui, who were having dinner in private room No. 18 on the second floor, so he hurried back to the lobby on the first floor.

There were a dozen or so yellow-haired biker gang members, dressed in flashy clothes, with various tattoos of dragons and phoenixes on their bodies, big gold chains and small watches. They were noisy and celebrating the birthday of Huang Cuicui, the girlfriend of their boss Heisan, in the lobby on the first floor of the Hai Hotel.

Biaozi hurried back to the dining table and said in an exaggerated manner, "Third brother, guess who is eating in Room 18 on the second floor?"

Hei San was drinking and playing rock-paper-scissors with his gang of hooligans. He replied with a cigarette in his mouth, "Fuck so-and-so, what does it have to do with me?"

Biaozi replied: "Third brother, Cuijie's favorite idol star is Zhang Guorong, right?"

Huang Cuicui's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she asked hurriedly, "Biaozi, you're not going to say that Zhang Guorong has come to Changhai and is having dinner in Room 18 on the second floor of Changhai Hotel, are you?"

Biaozi chuckled and said, "That's right, Sister Cui!"

Huang Cuicui was ecstatic after hearing this: "Awesome! Zhang Guorong actually came to Shanghai!"

Then, Huang Cuicui coquettishly shook the big boss Hei San's arm and said in a coquettish voice: "Third brother, I really want to get Leslie Cheung's autograph!"

"It would be even better if I could take a photo with Leslie Cheung!"

However, Hei San perfunctorily replied, "Isn't Zhang Guorong just an actor? Are you crazy to admire him so much?"

Huang Cuicui continued to beg coquettishly, "Oh~ Third Brother! I just like Leslie Cheung~ Please take me to Room 18 and ask Leslie Cheung for an autograph, okay?"

After hearing this, Hei San thought for a moment and then turned to his younger brother Biaozi and said, "Biaozi, take Cuicui to Room 18 on the second floor and find a way to ask Zhang Guorong for an autograph for her."

Biaozi looked embarrassed and timidly responded, "But... Third Brother, what if Zhang Guorong doesn't give us face and refuses to give Cuijie an autograph or take a photo with her?"

Without saying anything, Hei San drank the beer in his glass, then put on an arrogant attitude and snorted arrogantly: "If Zhang Guorong dares not give us face, brothers will just deal with him!"

A hoodlum with a crew cut and scarred face added disdainfully: "As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overpower a local snake. When he comes to our Haikou, even if Leslie Cheung is a dragon, he will have to coil up obediently, and even if he is a tiger, he will have to lie down obediently! What's the point of being a Hong Kong star?!"

After hearing this, Biaozi said, "Let's go, Cuijie! Let's go to Room 18 and ask Leslie Cheung for his autograph and take a photo with him."

"I'm so excited to think that I'll be able to see Leslie Cheung soon!" Huang Cuicui, the heavily made-up little girl, couldn't wait to follow Biaozi up the stairs to the second floor.

Hei San exhaled smoke and said, "Come on, come on!"

"Brothers, keep playing rock-paper-scissors and drinking!"

"Hello, brothers!"

"Three horses!"

"The top five!"

"Six six six..."

"drink……"

Soon, Biaozi and Huang Cuicui returned disappointed, their faces full of loneliness and frustration because they were rejected.

However, they don't seem to realize that disturbing a star's private party is in itself a very impolite behavior.

Seeing Huang Cuicui's disappointed face, Hei San slammed the table and shouted with his eyes wide open: "Fuck it!"

"Isn't Zhang Guorong just an actor? What's so great about him!" Heisan's tone was full of contempt and resentment.

"He wouldn't even give his female fan an autograph, and yet he dared to come to Shanghai to act like a big shot. He really doesn't know his place! Come on! Brothers, come with me to meet this Zhang Guorong!"

"If he refuses to sign autographs and take photos with my girlfriend today, I will make sure he never steps foot out of the Shanghai Hotel!"

Following Heisan's order, a dozen strong and tattooed biker gang members, tightly surrounded the ruffian boss Heisan, and walked towards the second floor of the hotel like a group of hungry wolves.

The dozen or so members of the biker gang created a strong sense of oppression, as if the entire Shanghai Hotel was shocked by Hei San's momentum.

With a dozen younger brothers following him, Heisan seemed a little proud.

Hei Sanda walked arrogance to the door of private room No. 18 and kicked the door open without hesitation.

There was a loud bang, and the originally joyful and peaceful atmosphere in the room was instantly broken.

Hong Kong stars Zhang Guorong and Mei Yanfang were eating, drinking and chatting with Chu Tiannan and Lin Lang when they were startled by the sudden scene.

"Crack..."

Mei Yanfang was holding a red wine glass in her hand, but was frightened by the sudden kick on the door and her hand shook. The glass fell to the ground and the red wine splashed everywhere.

Lin Lang said calmly: "These people are all little Karami, Sister Mei, don't be afraid!"

Although Mei Yanfang didn't understand what Xiao Karami was, when she saw Lin Lang's calm expression, she knew that he could handle these yellow-haired biker gangs.

Then, Hei San shook his neck and said arrogantly, "My girlfriend just wants to take a photo with Leslie Cheung and get a fan autograph, what's the matter?"

"You don't want to give my girlfriend this face, do you?"

The dozen or so younger brothers behind Heisan were all ready to fight, looking ferocious and ferocious, which was quite intimidating and quite impressive.

"Uh……"

Zhang Guorong looked at Chu Tiannan and said weakly, "Boss Chu, is the public security in your Haihai City so bad?"

Chu Tiannan frowned, his face terribly gloomy, and said angrily: "How can this be absurd, you little bastards, why don't you open your dog eyes and see whose dinner party this is? How dare you be so arrogant and domineering? Aren't you afraid that you won't see the sun tomorrow?"

Biaozi looked at Chu Tiannan and shouted, "Who the hell are you calling a little bastard? Believe it or not, our boss will beat you to a pulp!"

"You..." Chu Tiannan was about to get angry but was stopped by Lin Lang.

Lin Lang smiled and said, "Brother Nan, don't be angry. These little Karami have never seen the world. How could they possibly know who you are?"

With just a few words, Lin Lang restored Chu Tiannan's face.

Zhang Guorong saw that the visitor had bad intentions and didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so he forced a smile and said, "Everyone, don't be so angry. Don't you just want me to take a photo with your girlfriend and sign an autograph?"

"Come on, come on!"

"I'll take a picture with your girlfriend right now!"

Chu Tiannan stopped him and said, "Brother, no, if I can't even protect my friends in the territory of Haihai City, wouldn't it be a complete loss of face?!"

Hei San looked at Chu Tiannan fiercely and said, "You want to be the boss, don't you?"

Chu Tiannan said coldly after hearing this: "I only need one phone call. From now on, there will be no place for you little bastards in the city of Haihai. If you don't want to die or be disabled, get the hell out of here."

Biaozi picked up the red wine bottle on the table, pointed at Chu Tiannan angrily and said: "You are the one who pretended to be this bitch, who the hell are you?"

Before Chu Tiannan could answer, Lin Lang stood up from the dining chair and said with a fake smile: "Brothers, don't be so angry. Let's talk outside the private room. Don't scare the distinguished guests from Hong Kong Island."

After hearing this, Biaozi looked at Lin Lang, pointed at him with a red wine bottle and said fiercely: "Who the hell are you? How dare you show up and act like a big shot!"

Lin Lang, who possessed the maximum level of [Comprehensive Street Fighting Skills], originally wanted to lure this group of ignorant yellow-haired motorcycle gang members outside the private room and beat them up, but he did not want to use force in front of Mei Yanfang and Zhang Guorong.

However, facing Biaozi's provocation, Lin Lang could not bear it at all. He raised his leg and kicked Biaozi's knee unexpectedly. The strong Biaozi fell to the ground with a thud.

"Fuck you!" Biaozi fell down and grimaced.

Biaozi, who was furious, was about to get up and fight back at Lin Lang when Lin Lang kicked him hard with the football. After a muffled groan, he fell to the ground and fainted.

"Oh..."

With lightning speed, Lin Lang kicked the ferocious-looking Biaozi into death in just a few seconds, shocking everyone in the private room.

"Uh……"

Chu Tiannan never expected that his future brother-in-law Lin Lang, who looked like a pretty boy, was actually a very capable martial artist.

"Uh……"

Mei Yanfang was shocked and stunned. She didn't expect that the young pianist Lin Lang was actually a ruthless and taciturn kung fu master.

"Uh……"

Zhang Guorong was also shocked. He didn't expect that Lin Lang, who looked gentle, polite and courteous, could be so fierce in a fight. He knocked Biaozi to the ground in the blink of an eye.

After Lin Lang knocked Biaozi out with two kicks, a sneer spread across his face, and he taunted, "That's the good thing about young people. They fall asleep as soon as they lie down!"

"Fuck!"

"Isn't it?"

A dozen or so hooligans with tattoos on their bodies were all stunned. They didn't expect that the guy who was usually very fierce in fighting could be knocked unconscious by Lin Lang in an instant.

"Uh……"

Hei San was a little slow to react at first, and was stunned when he saw his younger brother Biaozi being kicked to the ground by Lin Lang.

"Fuck you!"

Biaozi recovered and pulled out the switchblade from his waist. He pointed at Lin Lang angrily and said, "Brothers, come on, beat this pretty boy so hard that his mother won't be able to recognize him!"

At Hei San's command, a dozen sturdy gangsters, all waving their fists like ferocious monsters, rushed towards Lin Lang, who was sneering at them.

"Oh shit!"

"Brothers, come on, fuck him!"