The scene immediately boiled like cold water pouring into a pan of oil.
The three companions of this big man immediately jumped up like a dog whose tail was stepped on.
One of the women, who was very tough, picked up an aperitif white wine bottle, smashed it against the corner of the table, and was about to charge forward.
Is that right?
Why do foreigners use this trick of smashing wine bottles as weapons?
Was it invented by Easterners or Westerners?
"What do you want to do?
Are you bullying the few with more?"
Zhang Ruoshan, who was shorter than Cheng Qianxun, stood in the front and shouted loudly, but her voice was obviously a bit weak and unconfident.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the three people in front of him who obviously wanted to catch her and teach her a lesson.
He tried hard to calm down and analyze quickly.
"Damn mouse, believe it or not, I stabbed you in the face."
The woman who broke the wine bottle looked very ferocious at this time.
You should really give her a mirror and let her look at her face. . .
Thinking of this, Cheng Qianxun suddenly had an idea.
He wondered if this place could be controlled by consciousness like a room.
You have to wait to be beaten anyway, so why not give it a try?
Two women and one man, the three of them were gearing up, smiling evilly, and gradually approached.
Cheng Qianxun had no choice but to give it a try.
She held her breath and pointed with her hand. . .
The three people's footsteps immediately stopped, because a gun appeared in the direction pointed by the other party.
Although the gun was not big, it did appear out of thin air.
What an unexpected gain.
I didn’t expect that anything else I could think of would appear here.
Cheng Qianxun secretly rejoiced, but put on a normal look on his face.
He held a pistol and sneered at the woman holding the broken wine bottle: "It's too primitive to still use wine bottles to mix.
Do you want me to lend you a kitchen knife?"
Everyone was stunned.
Another woman was surprised and tried it too.
A dark machine gun appeared in front of her.
It was an unusually large and impressive one.
"See, I have one too."
She was extremely proud, and reached out to take it with a grin.
The smile on her face quickly condensed, and her hand passed through the machine gun.
The gun was like a reflection in the water and did not really exist.
The man in the middle smiled unconfidently: "Maybe it's too big, look at me."
He closed his eyes, frowned, and actually put the index fingers of both hands on his left and right temples, meditating as if he was exerting energy.
After some thought, a small dagger appeared in front of him.
Calling it a dagger was an exaggeration.
Cheng Qianxun sweated.
Well, don't dislike this knife.
It looks like it can only sharpen pencils and maybe even apple peels.
It can hurt someone with just an inch of steel.
The man gasped and opened his eyes, holding the knife with two fingers. result. . .
When his fingers closed, the knife's handle twisted like smoke.
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It was so funny that Cheng Qianxun raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Why don't you try changing toothpicks?"
Zhang Ruoshan breathed a long sigh of relief, and then scolded sternly: "Do you still want to fight?
If you are not afraid of death, just come up." : The somewhat effeminate man muttered: "She is probably also from the underworld."
Suddenly the three people looked at each other and subconsciously stepped back with fear on their faces.
The woman holding the broken wine bottle quietly threw away the bottle, not even daring to look at Cheng Qianxun.
Just be afraid, as long as the problem can be solved, just go ahead.
When Qianxun put down his hand, the gun in his hand also disappeared.
She calmly went to get an empty plate, put some more food on it, and then sat aside.
Zhang Ruoshan also came over with a plate.
She looked sideways and saw that at the Chinese restaurant, the driver continued to eat sluggishly, as if he didn't care about anything except eating.
As for the couple who put their heads on the table, other than turning around to look, they didn't even think about coming to help.
She whispered dissatisfiedly: "Really, I only know myself."
The driver was excusable, but the couple didn't even come to break up the fight.
Cheng Qianxun smiled slightly and said, "Thank you just now."
"No need," Zhang Ruoshan said gratefully, "You also helped me, didn't you?"
Cheng Qianxun gave Zhang Ruoshan a friendly smile.
The big man lying on the ground was helped up, his face still pale, and he sat on the table on the other side, casting resentful glances from time to time.
Thinking of the scene just now, Zhang Ruoshan whispered in an admiring tone: "You are so awesome."
Cheng Qianxun just smiled.
In fact, she was not sure whether the gun could fire bullets.
Maybe it's just a decoration, maybe it's just a water gun.
The two of them continued to eat, while Tai Ping at the other table was chatting in whispers.
At least they never made any uncomfortable remarks, and they didn't dare to come over to cause trouble.
Tai Ping could have a peaceful meal. meal.
Cheng Qianxun stopped and said softly: "You can't run fast even if you're too full."
After eating, you can't do strenuous activities.
Zhang Ruoshan thought for a while and said softly: "Then take some."
At this time, the manager of the Chinese restaurant side said delicately: "Masters, the food here can be eaten, but it cannot be taken out."
"Why not?"
Over at the Chinese restaurant, the woman who wrapped a few snacks in a napkin asked unwillingly.
This is what Cheng Qianxun wants to know.
If he can take it out, it will not only be food but also drinks.
"Master, please think about what happened yesterday."
The manager's attitude was extremely humble: "How did you get up here?
Do you need to bring anything with you on the way?
Besides, this is also a rule.
Food is served very quickly in some places.
Does the master want to bring hairy or even smelly food with you?"
Baked, slimy and even in some places, the food will turn into something else. ” At this time, he had a sinister smile on his face: "I'm just afraid that what I eat will turn into a cannibal."
Steamed buns, siomai, and shark fin cakes turned into giant monsters with sharp teeth, chasing after them.
That's what no one wants, and anything impossible can become possible here.
The woman could only throw the tablecloth wrapped with snacks back on the table full of various foods, and returned to her seat with regret.
After the scepter was struck on the ground, the stewards on both sides looked like they were acting, raising their hands in salute and shouting loudly: "Dear guests, distinguished masters."
Those who had eaten and drank enough all faced each other, knowing that breakfast was about to end.
The stewards on both sides said in unison: "Please come to the front."
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A dazzling light shone on the red carpet ahead.
Except for the driver who was still sitting blankly, everyone else stood up and walked to the carpet.
"Master, please come over.
Master..."
After several reminders, the driver still didn't move.
The steward had no choice but to go over and hold the driver's hand with the head of a whisk: "Hey, follow me, slave.
Come here."
It was like holding Lafayette all the way to the red carpet.
Looking at the driver's open shirt, it was covered with dried black and red blood, as well as yesterday's food and juices.
Cheng Qianxun sighed slightly and pointed at him.
Seeing that everyone around him was looking at him, the driver's slightly dull gaze also moved to himself, and he found that he had already changed his clothes.
It's a clean sweatshirt and sweatpants, plus a pair of running shoes.
Similarly, Cheng Qianxun also attracted attention.
The steward seemed not to notice the strange thing in front of him, and stood in front with the other one, raising his arms with a smile on his face, as if singing a carol to the sun: "We respectfully invite our great Satan, Mammon":