Chapter 46
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Mo Bi Mei Le Mo
Jiang Beicheng was also a little panicked. He didn't expect that Jiang Lang, the evil star, would come to his door.
Made!
It can't be this kid's person!
Gritting his teeth, he still stopped in front and said, "You can't pass."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands outside, and the security personnel in the bar rushed in instantly.
Seeing this, everyone in the club was furious and shouted: "Master Jiang, what are you doing?"
"Why, do you still dare to attack us?"
"Do you think the people in our SSCC club are easy to bully?"
Everyone scolded, usually they are the only ones who bully others, how can they have such a posture.
Jiang Lang narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to speak.
suddenly...
In the bathroom of the box, there was another woman's groan.
He heard this voice very familiar, it was Jiang Ting's voice, and in an instant he was so angry that his reason was almost drowned out.
"Get out~" With a curse out of his mouth, Jiang Lang rushed over directly.
Seeing this, the rest of the people did not hesitate.
Zhao Zhenglong rolled up his sleeves and cursed: "Done~"
"Hammer this turtle to death!" Song Chengwen said excitedly, waving his fist.
"Up, up, up!"
"Fucking horse!"
Flash floods and tsunamis are raging.
Jiang Lang turned his head and cursed: "Fuck off, don't come here."
If you let these rich second generations brag, pretend to be aggressive, pick up girls and so on, they will naturally be the strongest.
but...
Roll up your sleeves and fight with others?
Isn't this looking for a beating? I really thought that the bartender in the bar was just eating dry food!
Jiang Lang took the lead. As long as someone blocked him, he would swing his bow left and right, throwing his fist unceremoniously.
It's also thanks to the fact that the box is big enough, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be able to use it.
It was rumored that boxing champion Ali's heaviest punches reached 205 kilograms. After Jiang Lang was endowed with the ultimate human physique by the system, although he didn't know how to fight, he couldn't exert his maximum punching power.
But a punch and a kick are not comparable to these ordinary people.
Not to mention that you will die if you touch it, but if you receive a punch, you will definitely be ripped apart, and you will have no power to fight back.
"Bang~bang~bang~"
Once the fight was over, the box was in chaos. Except for Jiang Lang, everyone else fell down.
"Fuck! Ip Man!"
"God of War card possessed?"
"This shit is so handsome and capable of fighting!"
Everyone in the club was dumbfounded and looked at Jiang Lang in a daze.
Zhao Zhenglong swallowed, looking at Jiang Lang who was showing off his might, a trace of cold sweat ran across his forehead.
He asked Song Chengwu cautiously: "Xiao Wu, I remember you practiced boxing."
"Look, do you have a chance to practice to Brother Lang's level?" There was hope in his eyes.
Song Chengwu was slightly taken aback.
Brother Lang?
Damn, you're thinking about farting!
I thought Tyson was possessed without looking at his face!
Glancing at Zhao Zhenglong, who is less than 1 meters tall and weighs about 8 kilograms, he was silent for a while: "Brother Zhao, boxing is not suitable for you."
"..."
"You...you...what are you doing? Don't come here." Jiang Beicheng stared at Jiang Lang with wide eyes, his voice trembling.
Jiang Lang ignored him, stepped over the other person, went outside the bathroom, and twisted the doorknob.
The door didn't move at all, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, Jiangbei City hadn't succeeded yet.
Turning around and looking at everyone, he nodded slightly.
Then he raised his right foot and kicked hard.
With a "bang~", the doorknob fell off suddenly, and he glanced inside, his eyes were a little cold.
Two fiery delicate bodies were wrapped together, talking nonsense, obviously delirious.
The clothes are ragged, revealing a large snow-white spring light.
Jiang Lang glanced at it and closed the door again, taking a deep breath.
He turned around and walked towards Jiangbei City, and suddenly raised his foot and put it heavily on the opponent's stomach.
"Yuck~"
The veins on Jiang Beicheng's face were exposed, his eyeballs were almost protruding, his throat retched, and he vomited out the last night's meal.
However, this is not the end.
Jiang Lang grabbed the opponent's head and slammed it heavily on the glass table.
"Bang~"
Glass shards flew everywhere, and Jiangbei City was smashed to pieces, beyond recognition, and kept wailing.
"Help~ help! Stop hitting."
"Brother, I was wrong..."
His voice began to weaken gradually, intermittently.
Jiang Lang ignored it, like an emotionless robot, repeating the previous actions over and over again.
"Bang~"
"Bang~"
"Bang~"
One, two, three...
This scene made everyone present break out in a cold sweat.
Zhao Zhenglong trembled at the back of his teeth, hugged Jiang Lang's arm and shouted: "Stop beating, something will happen if you keep beating."
"Come here and pull him out!" He also yelled at the crowd.
Everyone was waking up from a dream, and panickedly grabbed Jiang Lang with their hands, hugging their arms and thighs...
Song Chengwu even slipped his foot and fell to the ground.
Until Zhao Zhenglong got excited and suddenly shouted: "Stop beating, I want to send the person to the hospital..."
Only then did he hug Jiang Lang, who was in a rage, and control him.
"hu~hu~"
Jiang Lang was panting like a cow, and his scarlet eyes regained their composure.
At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.
Zhao Yanyu ran in with a few teammates from the police station, glanced at the scene, and frowned slightly.
She stepped forward, glanced at Jiang Lang, and pursed her red lips, "Where are you!"
Jiang Lang nodded and pointed to the bathroom in the box.
Zhao Yanyu trotted forward, opened the door and glanced inside, her face instantly turned extremely cold.
She is also a woman herself, so naturally she hates this situation extremely.
She turned her head and shouted outside: "Come here some women, come in and help clean up."
The scenery inside is inelegant after all, and it is still inconvenient for men to come in.
Immediately, she directed several police officers: "Take all these scumbags away."
"Yes~"
......
The next day - the Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai.
The pungent smell of disinfectant is disgusting, people come and go in the corridor, there are doctors, family members, patients...
"tick~tick~"
In the single room, Jiang Ting was pale, lying on the bed like a sick beauty.
Suddenly, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if they had condensed into a hemp rope, and a line of clear tears flowed from the corner of her eyes. .
"Don't~ don't! Bad guys..." The voice was intermittent, as if crying.
Jiang Lang raised his head abruptly, opened his darkened eyes, hugged Jiang Ting's hand and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid...Brother is here."
His voice was soft and gentle.
Like a spring breeze, calming the restless heart, Jiang Ting gradually calmed down.
"Whoo~"
Jiang Lang breathed a sigh of relief. This night, Jiang Ting did not know how many times this happened.
He could only comfort each other one time at a time.
At this time.
There was a "dong dong dong~" knock on the door.
A beautiful little nurse came in and handed Jiang Lang some forms.
"This is the patient's..."
Made!
It can't be this kid's person!
Gritting his teeth, he still stopped in front and said, "You can't pass."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands outside, and the security personnel in the bar rushed in instantly.
Seeing this, everyone in the club was furious and shouted: "Master Jiang, what are you doing?"
"Why, do you still dare to attack us?"
"Do you think the people in our SSCC club are easy to bully?"
Everyone scolded, usually they are the only ones who bully others, how can they have such a posture.
Jiang Lang narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to speak.
suddenly...
In the bathroom of the box, there was another woman's groan.
He heard this voice very familiar, it was Jiang Ting's voice, and in an instant he was so angry that his reason was almost drowned out.
"Get out~" With a curse out of his mouth, Jiang Lang rushed over directly.
Seeing this, the rest of the people did not hesitate.
Zhao Zhenglong rolled up his sleeves and cursed: "Done~"
"Hammer this turtle to death!" Song Chengwen said excitedly, waving his fist.
"Up, up, up!"
"Fucking horse!"
Flash floods and tsunamis are raging.
Jiang Lang turned his head and cursed: "Fuck off, don't come here."
If you let these rich second generations brag, pretend to be aggressive, pick up girls and so on, they will naturally be the strongest.
but...
Roll up your sleeves and fight with others?
Isn't this looking for a beating? I really thought that the bartender in the bar was just eating dry food!
Jiang Lang took the lead. As long as someone blocked him, he would swing his bow left and right, throwing his fist unceremoniously.
It's also thanks to the fact that the box is big enough, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be able to use it.
It was rumored that boxing champion Ali's heaviest punches reached 205 kilograms. After Jiang Lang was endowed with the ultimate human physique by the system, although he didn't know how to fight, he couldn't exert his maximum punching power.
But a punch and a kick are not comparable to these ordinary people.
Not to mention that you will die if you touch it, but if you receive a punch, you will definitely be ripped apart, and you will have no power to fight back.
"Bang~bang~bang~"
Once the fight was over, the box was in chaos. Except for Jiang Lang, everyone else fell down.
"Fuck! Ip Man!"
"God of War card possessed?"
"This shit is so handsome and capable of fighting!"
Everyone in the club was dumbfounded and looked at Jiang Lang in a daze.
Zhao Zhenglong swallowed, looking at Jiang Lang who was showing off his might, a trace of cold sweat ran across his forehead.
He asked Song Chengwu cautiously: "Xiao Wu, I remember you practiced boxing."
"Look, do you have a chance to practice to Brother Lang's level?" There was hope in his eyes.
Song Chengwu was slightly taken aback.
Brother Lang?
Damn, you're thinking about farting!
I thought Tyson was possessed without looking at his face!
Glancing at Zhao Zhenglong, who is less than 1 meters tall and weighs about 8 kilograms, he was silent for a while: "Brother Zhao, boxing is not suitable for you."
"..."
"You...you...what are you doing? Don't come here." Jiang Beicheng stared at Jiang Lang with wide eyes, his voice trembling.
Jiang Lang ignored him, stepped over the other person, went outside the bathroom, and twisted the doorknob.
The door didn't move at all, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, Jiangbei City hadn't succeeded yet.
Turning around and looking at everyone, he nodded slightly.
Then he raised his right foot and kicked hard.
With a "bang~", the doorknob fell off suddenly, and he glanced inside, his eyes were a little cold.
Two fiery delicate bodies were wrapped together, talking nonsense, obviously delirious.
The clothes are ragged, revealing a large snow-white spring light.
Jiang Lang glanced at it and closed the door again, taking a deep breath.
He turned around and walked towards Jiangbei City, and suddenly raised his foot and put it heavily on the opponent's stomach.
"Yuck~"
The veins on Jiang Beicheng's face were exposed, his eyeballs were almost protruding, his throat retched, and he vomited out the last night's meal.
However, this is not the end.
Jiang Lang grabbed the opponent's head and slammed it heavily on the glass table.
"Bang~"
Glass shards flew everywhere, and Jiangbei City was smashed to pieces, beyond recognition, and kept wailing.
"Help~ help! Stop hitting."
"Brother, I was wrong..."
His voice began to weaken gradually, intermittently.
Jiang Lang ignored it, like an emotionless robot, repeating the previous actions over and over again.
"Bang~"
"Bang~"
"Bang~"
One, two, three...
This scene made everyone present break out in a cold sweat.
Zhao Zhenglong trembled at the back of his teeth, hugged Jiang Lang's arm and shouted: "Stop beating, something will happen if you keep beating."
"Come here and pull him out!" He also yelled at the crowd.
Everyone was waking up from a dream, and panickedly grabbed Jiang Lang with their hands, hugging their arms and thighs...
Song Chengwu even slipped his foot and fell to the ground.
Until Zhao Zhenglong got excited and suddenly shouted: "Stop beating, I want to send the person to the hospital..."
Only then did he hug Jiang Lang, who was in a rage, and control him.
"hu~hu~"
Jiang Lang was panting like a cow, and his scarlet eyes regained their composure.
At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.
Zhao Yanyu ran in with a few teammates from the police station, glanced at the scene, and frowned slightly.
She stepped forward, glanced at Jiang Lang, and pursed her red lips, "Where are you!"
Jiang Lang nodded and pointed to the bathroom in the box.
Zhao Yanyu trotted forward, opened the door and glanced inside, her face instantly turned extremely cold.
She is also a woman herself, so naturally she hates this situation extremely.
She turned her head and shouted outside: "Come here some women, come in and help clean up."
The scenery inside is inelegant after all, and it is still inconvenient for men to come in.
Immediately, she directed several police officers: "Take all these scumbags away."
"Yes~"
......
The next day - the Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai.
The pungent smell of disinfectant is disgusting, people come and go in the corridor, there are doctors, family members, patients...
"tick~tick~"
In the single room, Jiang Ting was pale, lying on the bed like a sick beauty.
Suddenly, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if they had condensed into a hemp rope, and a line of clear tears flowed from the corner of her eyes. .
"Don't~ don't! Bad guys..." The voice was intermittent, as if crying.
Jiang Lang raised his head abruptly, opened his darkened eyes, hugged Jiang Ting's hand and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid...Brother is here."
His voice was soft and gentle.
Like a spring breeze, calming the restless heart, Jiang Ting gradually calmed down.
"Whoo~"
Jiang Lang breathed a sigh of relief. This night, Jiang Ting did not know how many times this happened.
He could only comfort each other one time at a time.
At this time.
There was a "dong dong dong~" knock on the door.
A beautiful little nurse came in and handed Jiang Lang some forms.
"This is the patient's..."
