Chapter 11: Fuck His Dad
A single stone can cause a thousand ripples. The two men's companions had been staring at this side. When they saw that their men had suffered a loss, they immediately rushed over.
Luo Jiu and the others were not pushovers either. They quickly grabbed their weapons, whether they were beer bottles or iron skewers, large porcelain plates or large iron plates, and swung them at the group's heads.
The battle quickly entered a white-hot stage. The already cramped barbecue restaurant was instantly in chaos.
The table was knocked all over the place, and the waiter who was serving the food dropped a plate of spicy fried clams, and the soup splattered everywhere.
The timid customer crawled out of the store, while the brave one just took out his mobile phone to take a video when a plate flew over his head and he immediately ran away faster than a rabbit.
Six or seven big men against four female students, the four had no chance of winning. But don't forget, there is a god of war in the four-man team, Feng Qi is a leader in the national martial arts world, and he is in his prime. He can beat ten ordinary people by himself.
These drunkards looked tall and strong, but they were fat from eating too much, with big bellies and bodies full of fat. Compared with Feng Qi's muscular body, they were not even enough for her to practice on.
Moreover, after surviving the apocalypse in the previous life, the four of them already had combat experience and superb tacit understanding. The moment the bottle fell, the four of them reacted quickly.
Luo Jiu jumped onto the table by stepping on a stool, taking the lead in occupying the advantageous position, looking down from above and beating whoever he saw. Cheng Yaoyao and Zhong Jialing stood on the left and right, leaving their backs to their teammates, facing the enemy head-on, and quickly formed a human trench.
Feng Qi chose to take the initiative as usual, holding a wooden stool in his hand and swinging it at the man who was swinging his fist.
One was knocked down in one go, and the second drunk who rushed up was hit on the head by a wooden stool. He felt a dull pain in his head and his eyes went dark. Before he could react, Feng Qi stepped on him, and the man stumbled and fell, breaking a lot of cups and plates.
People and porcelain shattered together, the crisp sounds and the cries of pain mixed together, it was extremely lively.
These drunk guys were drunk to start a quarrel, and they sobered up a little after the fight started. Seeing Feng Qi leading the way, fighting fiercely in the crowd and being unable to get close to him, they wanted to find a way to gain advantage from the other three.
Little did they know that this idea was totally wrong.
Feng Qi had been trained since she was young, so she knew how to control herself and knew whether her punches and kicks would knock the opponent unconscious or kill them. She just wanted to beat these people up, but she had no intention of killing them.
But the other three were just the opposite. They had never been trained and didn't know how to behave. They only knew that if they were at a disadvantage, they would be beaten half to death by the other party. There was a huge difference in size and strength between the two sides. How could they win without killing each other?
So they don't hold back at all, and they all think in their hearts that it is either you die or I live.
But why should I die? It's you who should die!
Try your best, damn it!
Seeing a shirtless man throwing a wine bottle at him, Luo Jiu slammed it away with an iron plate and then inserted a large iron stick into his shoulder with his backhand. The man screamed in pain and stepped back until he sat on the ground.
Cheng Yaoyao was meticulous. She took the lead in collecting a dozen plates from the tables on both sides and held them in her arms, transforming herself into the Plate King. She chopped each plate as it came, and used the plates upright to hit those people on the head. Each time they were chopped, there was a loud noise, which was so satisfying.
Zhong Jialing was in charge of swinging the bottle, no matter if it was the face, head or ear, she would hit whatever came close. The most important thing was that she would not let go of the bottle until it was all gone. One bottle was not the scariest thing, the scariest thing was half a bottle, which was as sharp as a knife, and she would hit the drunkards directly in the eyes.
Two rounds were enough to scare the drunkards into sweating. They simply could not imagine that the combat experience these girls had accumulated from fighting zombies.
Their opponents in the past were not human, so they had to hit them with one strike, otherwise they would be killed. Therefore, their attack methods were all against non-humans. Simply put, they did not regard these drunkards as human beings at all.
Rather than risking their lives at the hands of these three girls, it would be safer for these hooligans to just sit there and take a beating from Feng Qi.
The battle lasted three to five minutes, and the four-woman team quickly won.
The four girls surrounded the six or seven drunkards. Most of them had been knocked to the ground and were unconscious. The others were like street rats, running around in all directions.
Feng Qi grabbed the first man by the collar, lifted him up from the ground, threw him on the table like a chicken, and stepped on his neck. "Scream? Weren't you able to scream just now? Why aren't you making any noise now?"
The man was hit on the head by a wine bottle first, and blood gushed out. He had lost his arrogance and begged for mercy tremblingly: "Sister, I was wrong!"
Zhong Jialing went up and slapped him in the face, "Who is your sister?"
"Sister! Grandma! Great-grandma, isn't that enough? You are all my ancestors. I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Call the police. If we can't stand the beating, can't we just go in and stay there?"
Luo Jiu frowned as he looked at the crowd outside the store. If the police were called, things would be troublesome. Even if they were right, the police would definitely contact their guardians and the school, and the school would not be able to hide it.
They have limited time and must not be entangled in this matter. They must resolve it quickly.
The light of a cell phone screen came from the corner, and a guy who was beaten like a pig was crawling under the table and trying to call the police.
Luo Jiu kicked him in the crotch and the man cried out. Feng Qi kicked the table open and kicked his phone away.
Cheng Yaoyao picked up the phone and saw that the other party had just answered the call.
"Hello, Jiangcheng City Police Center."
Cheng Yaoyao received Luo Jiu's gaze and said hurriedly, "Sorry, the child was playing with his phone and pressed the wrong button."
The call was hung up, and these bastards felt disappointed.
"My dear ancestors, what do you mean? You are not going to kill us, are you? You are really disgusting. Can't I spare our lives?"
Luo Jiu sneered, "It's not impossible to take your lives."
She flashed her ID card in front of him, "Do you understand what this means?"
The man broke out in a cold sweat, thinking back to the recent social news, and thought to himself that he was unlucky, "I understand, I understand..."
"If you understand, take your people and get out. Don't call the police and don't say a word to anyone, otherwise..." Luo Jiu swept each of them with cold eyes, "We will definitely pay a visit to your house."
The group of people were already scared out of their wits, and when they heard they could leave, those with broken legs started crawling out, running away like wretches, tumbling and crawling.
As soon as they left, Luo Jiu's expression changed immediately, "Close the door."
Cheng Yaoyao and Feng Qi lowered the rolling door from inside to block the view of onlookers outside.
Zhong Jialing picked up the two wallets left behind by the drunks and asked, "What should I do with this?"
When Luo Jiu saw that there was more than a thousand yuan in cash, she knocked on the counter and slapped the cash on the table.
The boss and his wife poked their heads out tremblingly. "It's none of our business. We didn't see anything."
Luo Jiu waved his hand to let them out, then walked straight to the computer, took out the USB flash drive he carried with him, and while copying the surveillance video, he asked calmly: "Will the surveillance be uploaded to the cloud at the same time?"
The lady boss waved her hands repeatedly, "No, we don't know. This can only be kept for a week at most. After a week, it will be gone."
Luo Jiu glanced at the mess in the store and said, "It just so happens that this place is so messy that you won't be able to open for business in the short term. Close the store for a week and we will compensate you for the loss."
Zhong Jialing came over and scanned the payment code. "Is 100,000 enough?"
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