Chapter 8 Single King--`No Cry Death`

Bar culture originated from the European continent during the development of the western United States. A good bar must have good design, good decoration, good lighting and atmosphere! The service and decoration of the moonlight bar, even in the whole city, are among the best.

In this transaction full of money and power, beauty and desire combine, there will always be a double-sided coat. In a gorgeous and grand bar, there will never be a lack of dirty deals. This is a corridor full of modern poetry and painting, and countless people choose the humble and depraved 'paradise'!

Luo Qingming has drunk two glasses of wine, and it is the kind of big cup, still looking at all kinds of people in the bar without blushing. The only thing worth paying attention to is a pretty girl with a weak figure, a slightly yellow face, not as white and red as those of his peers. It doesn't look very healthy. Luo Qingming knew that the girl's face was not normal at first sight. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, her face would only be regarded as a healthy wheat color. Luo Qingming, who was familiar with many medical skills, saw the clues at a glance.

And the girl also looks quite melancholy, belonging to the kind of tough and unyielding girl who is timid but not necessarily afraid of things. Her bright eyes are full of agility. There are fewer and fewer such girls in today's society.

"I'm really sorry, sir, I really can't accompany you."

The girl who sells alcohol said submissively, revealing deep helplessness in her eyes. In this helpless city, Jia Xiaojun, who lives independently with her sick grandmother, can only rely on the social subsistence allowance of less than 500 yuan every month and the money she usually earns from part-time work to support her family; moreover, herself There are also studies that she doesn't want to give up, grandma's medical expenses, and these heavy burdens on her shoulders like mountains, making her gradually weak, weak, and finally weak.

She doesn't hate the close relative who abandoned her and gambled with her father since she was three years old. What she hates is the father who took away all the property of the family with the foxen the day before she went to college. What she hates is this dirty and contempt society, which makes everyone sinister and numb. I don't even know what to call it.

No one knows, and no one cares about it. This tough girl who lives in the slums of Harbin and is constantly struggling for her livelihood was once the top of the college entrance examination list of the whole Harbin City, which is strong enough to enter Tsinghua University and Peking University, but for various economic reasons and grandma, she makes this smart hero The woman passed by and has been studying in the Department of Language and Literature of Harbin Institute of Technology.

In order to live, study, and to take care of her grandmother who has been paralyzed in bed since junior high school, Jia Xiaojun has to spend all her time on work every day after finishing professional classes. She has done three part-time jobs in spare time to study, and she has never had a day of happiness and life that her peers should have. What she can enjoy is the beauty that blooms under her own sky when she tutors others' knowledge in the college entrance examination. That is her most comfortable and quiet moment.

Faced with these sheepskin wolves coveting his beautiful body in front of him, although Jia Xiaojun was afraid, he would not give in. Such things happen from time to time. She resolutely chose how unclean in her eyes, but with a high salary. When you do it, you will be ready for everything. And the only insistence in her heart is the persistent belief that scholars can be killed but not humiliated, and they would rather be broken than broken.

"What a shameless thing, do you really treat yourself as a favorite? ——"

The bald man slapped Jia Xiaojun's face, and his thin and delicate body could not stand the destruction of this huge thing? In the end, Jia Xiaojun's body was thrown more than two meters away, and the blood at the corners of her mouth couldn't help flowing. At this moment, no matter how strong she was, she couldn't help bursting into tears, not because of pain, but because of the two bottles of red wine that were broken for more than 1,000 yuan, which must be counted on her head, and her half a month of effort. , and it will all be in vain. Looking at the red wine spilled on the ground, Jia Xiaojun has an indescribable grievance, because grandma has to pay next week's medical expenses.

Lying on the ground helplessly and sobbing gently, no one will notice what happened in the corner, and no one will take the lead for them, who make a living by selling alcohol, in the noisy bar, which is just a small episode.

"Bad bitch, can't stand on the ground? I'll see how long you can be hard."

The bald man looked at Jia Xiaojun condescendingly, took a foot and stepped on the thin girl on the ground fiercely. If this kick is really stepped on, it is bound to cause serious injury or even fatal damage to Jia Xiaojun.

However, something unexpected happened. The originally arrogant bald man was knocked away by a man squatting on the ground. The bald man staggered a few steps before standing firmly in front of him and looking at the man squatting on the ground with a gloomy face.

How's it going? It's okay!"

There was a trace of care in the plain words, which made Jia Xiaojun, who fell to the ground and sob and accept his fate, raised his head in surprise. A pair of beautiful eyes with water mist, unbelievablely looked at the smiling young man squatting in front of him, and for a moment, he was speechless.

"Bad boy, what do you want to do?"

The bald man seemed to be a little defensive and shouted in a low voice.

"I'm looking for something."

"What are you looking for?"

The bald man frowned and subconsciously asked.

The young man smiled and said:

"I'm looking for conscience. I'm also curious. Have your conscience been eaten by dogs? No, no, no, dogs will be your good heart first.

"I think you came to find fault on the intention."

The bald man's face changed and he said coldly.

The young man was Luo Qingming, who slowly stood up and picked up Jia Xiaojun.

"That's right, I'm here to find fault. You are a big man bullying such a weak woman. Do you have any conscience? Everything is good in my life, but I can't stand men beating women.

"Yo, boy? Do you want to play Hero Save the Beauty? Do you know who the person in front of you is? Open your dog's eyes wide and don't make me feel uncomfortable. Get out of here quickly.

Luo Qingming ignored the arrogant bald man. He turned around and only held the struggling Jia Xiaojun in one hand. After struggling fruitlessly, the latter gave up. He looked at Luo Qingming with a pleading face and whispered:

"Thank you. You'd better go. If things get bigger, I will lose my job. Please."

Luo Qingming frowned slightly. He didn't know how much bitterness Jia Xiaojun carried behind his back. The look full of helpless sadness made him extremely uncomfortable. It's not pitiful. Everyone has their own way of living. No one has the right to laugh at and pity others. It's just the unwillingness from the bottom of my heart. Why do you practice yourself like this? He can see that Jia Xiaojun is definitely not a casual girl. Even if she has something difficult to say, she is not willing to be so ridiculed, right?

Luo Qingming ignored her, but insisted on pulling her behind him. Sometimes, he was very domineering, just like now.

"I will accompany these two bottles of wine to you, and this lady will not accompany you."

"Kid, do you know what you're talking about?"

The 30-year-old young man quietly looked at Luo Qingming and whispered while playing with the limited edition zippo with the silver elk pattern in his hand. Li Chen, who has never liked sluggish water, has always been straightforward and has something to say.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. Because this has nothing to do with me. I just want to say that with me today, this girl will not drink with you.

Luo Qing still maintains an elegant and indifferent face.

"Oh, I thought he was still a good brother, but I didn't expect it. In fact, it's a small matter whether to accompany or not. Men just like to have some fun. If this doesn't work, there are other things. But there are some things on the face that can't be explained clearly in a few words, hehe.

Li Chen said with a smile, and his face gradually showed a trace of softness. Today's hurdle must be cut off. The matter of being entrusted with loyalty.

"So I can't leave today?"

Luo Qingming also laughed, with no fear on his face. He looked at Li Chen playfully, who was stared at by Luo Qingming.

Li Chen waved his big hand without hesitation, and the four powerful men in black behind him ran to the front in an instant, looked at Luo Qingming coldly, and hit the latter without stopping at all.

Facing the attack of four big men in black, Luo Qingming breathed gently and took an orderly step forward, completely protecting Jia Xiaojun behind him. At this time, a heavy punch came in front of him. Luo Qingming took action, clasped the other party's wrist, suddenly pulled it, pushed it a few meters to the left, and fell on a young man. At this moment, the matter here has attracted nearly a small number of customers in the bar.

Luo Qingming has just turned around, and a big man has grabbed Jia Xiaojun behind him. Luo Qingming turned around and kicked the other party's lower abdomen fiercely. The next moment, the big man was on the ground like a lobster. Before getting up, the other two also rushed over. Luo Qingming instantly turned around, knelt on one knee, and both palms came out. Finally, he turned his fist into palms. He took the first attack on the armpits of the two big men, and then swept across with one leg, and the two fell to the ground in an instant.

Four people were solved between the electric flints. Luo Qingming looked at Li Chen with a faint smile and suddenly took a step forward.

“Puff——”

A two-centimeter-thick glass coffee table was crushed by Luo Qingming, breaking Li Chen's glass debris. Under his left ear, a shallow wound was also cut, and blood flowed down his jaw. Li Chen still did not move. There was no fear on his face, but he looked extremely gloomy and as black as the bottom of the pot. The blood dripping down his jaw slipped on his hands, which made people palpitate.

Li Chen and Luo Qingming looked at each other, but no one spoke.

However, the middle-aged man had already hid aside with his head in his arms. He couldn't help trembling and didn't dare to show his head at all. In contrast, this kind of scene was far from what a Sven man in the mall could bear. This time, he was invited out by Li Chen, just to show him for his old man. But such a thing happened.

Five security personnel also rushed over as soon as possible. Just like the most loyal public servants of the people, they will always come out to clean up the mess at the first time.

"What's going on?"

Looking at the wolf and several injured men in black, Zhu Mingyang's face instantly became gloomy and said in a low voice. At the place where he watched, such a big thing has not happened for three months. Some gangsters still dare not make noise in his territory. When Zhu Mingyang's eyes turned to the young man in his thirties, his face became more and more blue. This guy is definitely not a good troublemaker. And the arrogant back of stepping on the broken coffee table made him feel a little familiar.

At this moment, Li Chen did not pay attention to Zhu Mingyang, but still looked at Luo Qingming. This man must die!

"Li Shao, can you explain what happened here for me?"

For Zhu Mingyang, a 'non-crying death', I'm afraid that even the head of state may not be able to get his smiling face. Li Chen is not surprised. If Zhu Mingyang kowtly ran to him at this moment and said that he would accompany him, he would be surprised.

Zhu Mingyang, the famous one-on-one king of 'No Cry Death' in Harbin, and Li Chen and he have also had several relationships, but their tempers are extremely wrong.

Li Chen looked up at Zhu Mingyang and pointed to Luo Qingming. The smile on his face was a little gloomy, and Zhu Mingyang's intuition told him that today's events were a little strange.

Step forward and looking at the familiar face, Zhu Ming raised his eyebrows and said:

"Why is it you?"