Capítulo 1180: Chapter 1066: Ran Into a Tough Nut
Causing trouble is actually very simple. Just get drunk and then pick soone you don’t like, tease them a bit, and you’ll probably start a fight. Bars are like this; a few drinks, and everyone starts to feel like they’re the toughest person in the world.
Actually, those who are most likely to fight in bars are usually the down-and-outs. No offense to them, but a bona fide Gao Fushuai doesn’t need to fight with you. If by accident he got killed, he’d be at a loss; if by accident he killed you, unless he has a strong family background, he might have to spend a few years in jail, or even worse, end up dead with you.
So, most people think their lives are valuable and it’s not worth clashing with those who get drunk on booze and cause trouble.
Therefore, those who fight after drinking cheap booze are generally the down-and-outs whose lives aren’t worth much. They’re oppressed by their bosses, earn little, and drink to vent their emotions.
Such people are easy to provoke, but Zhang Bei is at least a big brother figure now, isn’t it a bit strange for him to randomly provoke a down-and-out? It’s like asking if Song Yun would just randomly pick soone on the street to beat up?
Would an elephant play with ants for fun when it’s bored?
If it doesn’t make sense, even if a fight breaks out, others will doubt your intentions. Is it really just a scuffle, or is there sothing else going on?
Since provoking a down-and-out won’t do, he has to look for soone who seems like a successful figure.
Zhang Bei sat at the bar, looking around.
Before long, Zhang Bei noticed a man.
He was a young-looking man.
The man dressed fashionably, sitting in a booth with several won and a few n. Given the bar’s male-to-female ratio, the booth had noticeably more won, and though the dim lighting made it hard to see clearly, several bottles of foreign liquor sat on the man’s table, with no signs of any tea mixers. Simply put, they were drinking foreign liquor straight, unlike the average bar patrons who would mix it. One bottle could stretch to ten if mixed with tea, enough to drink all night, save money, and give others the impression you had sothing going on.
Zhang Bei squinted his eyes. The man in the booth was unfamiliar. Zhang Bei had once morized the faces of influential figures in Guangzhou. While he couldn’t na them all by sight, he could easily distinguish between familiar and unfamiliar faces. Zhang Bei was indeed hardworking; otherwise, he wouldn’t have quickly risen to a middle managent position at Xingyi’an Company shortly after arriving in Guangzhou.
Since the man was unfamiliar, he must not be soone of importance, just soone with a bit of money, or perhaps an outsider. Such people are easiest to provoke.
Zhang Bei downed a few gulps of foreign liquor, and as the alcohol took effect, he said to his companions, “You guys have fun here, I’m going to the bathroom.”
Saying that, Zhang Bei headed straight for the booth.
Coincidentally, a woman from the booth was walking out and bumped into Zhang Bei.
Slap.
Zhang Bei slapped the woman on her behind. She was wearing a short skirt, very thin, and the slap resounded with a crisp sound.
Nice feel.
Zhang Bei marveled as he asked, “Hey cutie, what’s your number?”
In this bar, there are generally two types of won. One is the bar girls, hired to stir up the atmosphere, who move around tables encouraging spending. These bar girls usually have number tags for those who want to send them flowers or such.
The other type is personal companions brought by patrons themselves.
The woman was clearly the latter, brought by the man in the booth. After being spanked, she imdiately slapped Zhang Bei across the face.
Slap.
Unable to dodge in ti, Zhang Bei got slapped directly.
“Damn it!”
Zhang Bei grabbed the woman’s hand, shouting, “Are you crazy? I just asked your number, that’s all.”
“Let go of , I don’t know you, I’m not a bar girl, damn you!” The woman wasn’t easy either, cursing back.
“Damn, you’re cursing at !”
Zhang Bei slapped back at the woman.
Slap.
Hit right on!
The woman staggered back, holding her face, then turned to the people in the booth and shouted, “Brother Wang, soone hit !”
At this mont, Zhang Bei and the woman were not far from the booth, so the n inside heard her imdiately. Seeing her with tears holding her face, they all stood up, rushing out.
The young man Zhang Bei had noticed was the last to step out of the booth. Walking up to the woman, he gently held her, asking, “What happened?”
“Brother Wang, he harassed
and even hit !” The beauty pointed to Zhang Bei and shouted.
“Oh?”
The young man squinted at Zhang Bei, asking, “You hit my woman?”
“Hah, dressed so scantily, I thought she was a bar girl. Who knew she was your companion? Can’t I accidentally touch the wrong person? Damn, she slapped ? You want to die? Do you know who I am?” Zhang Bei said drunkenly, the alcohol fus heavy from his mouth. Though the bar was filled with the sll of alcohol, his was particularly strong.
The young man frowned, “So you harass my woman and get slapped, big deal? Not just a slap, if I wanted your life, what could you do?”
“Oh? Big talk, huh?” Zhang Bei smirked disdainfully and beckoned to his group.
The group of Shura Alliance had been keeping an eye on Zhang Bei. Seeing his gesture, they made their way through the crowd towards him.
“Brother Zhang, what’s up?” Huang Baiwan asked.
“Damn, soone wants to ss with us!” Zhang Bei said, looking at the man opposite, “Tell
your na, I don’t fight nobodies.”
“Wang Qiang.” The young man said coldly.
Reviews
All reviews (0)