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Chapter 110 Brotherhood

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    The door leaf that was pushed open was still moving slowly, and the accompanying wine placed on the counter suddenly swayed in a circle. The beer bottle standing on the stage was reflected by a figure flying over, pressing on the countertop with a bang, and tumbled to the back of the cabinet.  Bottles and cups crackled and shattered all over the place.

    The voice of the scantily-dressed woman was still screaming, and the man in high heels stepped across the messy and wailing man and ran out the door with his hands raised. Thirteen muscular big white men crookedly hugged their arms and thighs on the ground, groaning in pain.  In the bright lights, there was still the sound of shouting and roaring, and the figure held up the bar stool and hit it. The figure was beaten back together with the broken stool, smashed on the wine cabinet, bounced back and fell on the debris on the ground, bleeding out.

    The bunny girl hiding in the corner was terrified, her wet leather shoes smacked the glass debris on the ground, she slowly approached her, tremblingly raised her heavily made-up face, the man was immersed in the shadow of the light, and then patted the woman  head, in English, with a flat voice.

    "Leave, it will hurt you later, miss."

    After finishing speaking, he passed the trembling woman and walked straight ahead. At the other end of his field of vision, a tall and thin man holding a pool cue and hitting a ball with a cigar let out a puff of smoke, dropped the cue, and clapped his palms.

    slap

    "Not bad, not bad, your skills are the best I've ever seen, and so is your figure."

    Over there, Wang Ruhu took the long pole on another billiard table, broke it with a 'snap', and in the voice of the other party, he slammed his hand and threw it directly.  The coming black shadow pierced his chest with a puff, dragging him with great force and nailing him to the wall behind.

    "Fackyou bastard" Severe pain hit all the nerves of the tall and thin man, blood was dripping from his chest, and he glared angrily at the Asian face walking towards him.

    Wang Ruhu took off his gloves as he walked.

    "You foreigners have enough words."

    The exposed palm was full of strange scarlet, feeling the redstone energy in the opponent's body, the demon star attached to it became excited, and screamed in overlapping voices: "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

    The palm grabbed it, but at the same time that the palm was aimed at the man, the Australian man who called the kangaroo suddenly grinned.

    "It turns out that you are also a redstone infected person. I wanted to tease you, but it seems that I can't do it today."

    The next second.

    Moben kicked out, collided with Wang Ruhu's raised knee in time, and pushed Wang Ruhu back a few steps. The moment he opened the distance, he grabbed the pool cue on his chest and pulled it out with blood on his tongue.  He licked the blood on it and threw it on the ground.

    "It's been a long time since I've had a good fight, Asian."

    "Oh, me too."

    Wang Ruhu patted the shoe prints on his knees, twisted his neck, unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it to the bar. As he twisted his arms, his towering muscles stretched out.  It swelled, and the leather jacket on his body was split open, revealing the muscles that were also full of explosions. The blood hole in the chest that had been poked open slowly closed as the muscles squirmed to stop the blood.

    Mo Ben tore off the tattered leather clothes and strips of cloth, raised his arms to bulge his muscles, and pressed down to reveal his iron-like chest muscles. He looked at Wang Ruhu, who was tall and muscular, with admiring eyes.  Gently stroked his chest, stretched to the lower abdomen, and outlined the abdominal muscles.

    "Looking at the figures of the two of us, they are pleasing works of art placed anywhere in the world."

    Well

    Wang Ruhu, who was about to fight, was stunned when he saw his movements and demeanor. How could he make a move?

    "What do you mean? Don't you want to have a good fight?"

    "Oh, I was so busy watching, I almost forgot, and I still have to fight."

    Mo Ben withdrew his hand from his body with some pity, clenched his fist, and put on a fist fight with sharp eyes.  Over there, when Wang Ruhu also sank down, the opponent's fists loosened again, and he waved his hands quickly.

    "Asian, wait a minute, I'll take a picture first, it must be very manly just now, right?"

    Quickly took the mobile phone from the pool table and turned on the selfie, holding it with one hand, clenched his fist with the other hand, put his mouth on his cheek and pouted, which shocked Wang Ruhu.

    Turning my head to look at the wine cabinet, in the middle of the empty space, a string of neon lights arranged in English: brother'ssecrets (brother's secrets)

    Is this a gay bar?

    Kangaroo is a sissy?

    ?Wang Ruhu turned around and looked at the swollen muscles over there. The five big and three thick men held up their mobile phones and took selfies skillfully. He was not well at all.The thoughts of the original red stone breath disappeared completely.

    His eyes swept over a circle of topless brawny men on the ground. No wonder no one molested the bunny girl when he entered the door. Damn it, it turned out that they were all gays.

    "I've finished the filming, so a fight is enough, right? In fact, I don't know much about it. I usually show off my muscles, and the person who finds fault runs away by itself."

    Mo Ben looked at the photo just now with satisfaction, pressed his mobile phone to his chest, turned to Wang Ruhu who had already turned around to pick up his shirt with a scruffy beard, and asked in surprise, "Aren't you going to fight? Where are you going?"

    Putting on the shirt again, Wang Ruhu glanced sideways at him, seeing that he was about to come, he quickly raised his hand: "Don't come, I'm not in the mood to fight now, just come here, I have some money here, give it to your brothers  Look at the injury."

    I finally understood why everyone else would write their names, but he didn't. He didn't want to write them, but according to the information he got, this Moben didn't do anything bad. He was also the president of the famous gay club, and he was surrounded by a bunch of big guys.  , can be regarded as a force.

    Wang Ruhu buttoned up, turned around and left, bent over and reached for the luggage bag at the door, his expression froze.

    "Where's the bag?"

    Before I entered the door and lost the luggage bag, there was nothing there. Damn, the fight was not completed, and the money was lost.

    "It must have been taken away by that Bichi you let go just now." At this moment, Mo Ben came over, squeezed to Wang Ruhu's side on purpose or deliberately, crossed his arms and squeezed his chest muscles and trembled twice, "That woman stole me  The purse of the subordinates, grab her, we are not humiliated, let her serve us in the bar as punishment."

    There is also this reason in it.

    For the first time, Wang Ruhu felt that his head was a little big. It wasn't because he lost money, but because of the muscular man next to him who had a rough voice but glanced delicately at him.

    "It's okay, I know where that bitch lives, just wait, I'll call the fraternity."

    Moben thought that the Asian man lost his salute and felt uneasy, so he patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, turned around and twisted his waist, raised his thick fingers and lightly pressed a phone number to broadcast.

    Pursing his lips, he smiled and said something to the other side, hung up the phone, and came over shaking his thick waist, "My people will be here soon, let's go together."

    Soon, on the long street outside the bar, there was the sound of noisy motorcycles. Dozens of motorcycles swarmed in. A group of bearded, fat, or muscular men sat on them and honked their horns at Wang Ruhu who walked out of the bar.

    Like a warm welcome to him.

    Watching this scene, Wang Ruhu felt his scalp tingling.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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