The girl with dreadlocks was naturally very surprised when she received the tip, and her smile became even brighter.
But by doing this, she was obviously not giving the man face.
The man's expression instantly turned ugly.
He stood in front of Yang Pan'er without moving or speaking. After a moment, he moved firmly and pushed the glass of lemon passion fruit juice in front of Yang Pan'er.
The meaning is obvious.
She has to drink this drink whether she wants to or not.
Yang Pan'er glanced at the glass of lemon passion fruit juice. She still had a smile on her face, but fire was already spitting out of the corners of her eyes.
But she didn't have a seizure.
Arguing with a grown man will only make him think she is ridiculous and will not scare him at all.
So she chose to pick up the glass of lemon passion fruit juice.
Seeing her submissive gesture, the man finally smiled.
The girl with dreadlocks behind the counter also breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, Yang Paner raised her wine glass and slowly poured the lemon passion fruit juice onto the ground and onto the man's leather shoes. Then, she casually put the glass on the table and pushed it to the girl with dreadlocks.
If what happened just now was a lack of respect, then this action was a naked provocation.
Gu Fei was sitting on the other side of the man, and seeing Yang Paner's arrogant look, he just found it funny.
As expected of her.
He is young, but has a bad temper and is lawless.
But she felt good, and the man's face became even uglier.
He straightened up, clenched his fists, and punched Yang Paner in the face. He lowered his voice and said, "Right now, order a glass of the same juice and drink it in front of me. I will pretend that what just happened never happened. Otherwise, I will make you regret stepping into this tavern."
Yang Pan'er sneered and raised her eyebrows at the man: "Who do you think you are?"
The continuous provocations finally made the man unable to bear it anymore, and he punched Yang Paner.
However, just as he swung his fist, Gu Fei grabbed his arm.
"Brother, tell me what you have to say. Don't bully my sister."
Gu Fei stood up with a smile, forcibly dragged the man from the left to the right, and with a force, pressed him directly onto the chair.
The girl with dreadlocks and the tall man in the bar were all stunned.
This oriental man looks thin and small, but how can he be so strong?
The man obviously didn't expect Gu Fei to be so strong, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Gu Fei then pushed the whiskey he had just given him in front of him and said, "Drink it, and consider it an apology to my sister. Otherwise, I will follow the rules of our place."
Upon hearing this, Yang Pan'er immediately stepped forward, hugged Gu Fei's arm, and lashed out at the man, saying in the local language: "My husband wants you to drink this glass of wine, otherwise he will beat you until your chrysanthemum blooms!"
After saying that, he made a face.
These words immediately made the man's eyes flash with ferocity. He reached for his waist and poked the muzzle of the gun directly into Gu Fei's forehead.
"Ooooh! Hey, relax."
The tall man at the bar immediately raised his hands to comfort the man.
The girl with dreadlocks also had an expression of disbelief on her face: "Hey, Rand, put down your gun, you know the rules here, if there's anything, go out and solve it!"
Even the people sitting in other seats in the bar stood up and looked over here curiously to see what was going on.
Many people began to whistle in encouragement.
The man named Rand became more and more excited. He seemed to enjoy the attention, so he threatened Gu Fei: "Drink the whiskey and apologize to me. Hurry up, or I'll blow your head off!"
Yang Paner, who had been so arrogant just now, instantly became timid. She wanted to stand in front of Gu Fei, but the muzzle of the gun was too high, already above her head, and she couldn't block it even if she wanted to.
What's more, this is a gun!
What if after she made a move, this person fired a shot in a fit of impulse? Wouldn’t Gu Fei’s head explode immediately?
She doesn't want Gu Fei to die!
On the other hand, Gu Fei had a gun pointed at his head, but his expression remained very calm.
Who can blame him for having so many life-saving skills?
Gu Fei picked up the glass of whiskey and said to Rand, "You were wrong today, and Pan'er also went too far, but you actually pointed a gun at me. Whether it's Pan'er or you who's wrong, I don't care. I'm very upset now and just want to beat you up."
He was speaking Chinese, and Rand didn't understand a single word. He simply spread out his hands and looked at Yang Pan'er: "Fuck, what did he say? Translate for me!"
How could Yang Paner dare to translate the original text at this moment?
Bullets don't have eyes!
But she was extremely anxious and had no idea what to do.
What should I do?
Is it too late for her to beg for mercy now?
Crash!
Just when she was at a loss, the glass of whiskey in Gu Fei's hand was suddenly splashed on Rand's face.
The strong aroma of wine exploded at the tip of my nose, and the spicy taste was so irritating that I could hardly open my eyes.
Rand gasped.
He had already pulled out his gun, but this man still dared to do this to him.
What, you think he can't shoot?
Okay, okay, then he would let this damn Oriental man know whether he dared to shoot or not!
At that moment, he pulled the trigger and shot Gu Fei between the eyebrows.
The shot was fired so suddenly that Yang Paner's expression didn't even have time to change. Those watching the excitement and cheering wildly were still laughing, and the two nervous waiters at the bar still maintained nervous expressions.
Only Rand's expression turned ferocious for a moment.
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