Super Bad Luck System

Chapter 84 Restaurant Brawl

Although the surrounding prison guards didn't seem to intend to interfere in this farce, Wu Biao and his party didn't dare to use heavy hands. They just stood up with the bruised nose and swollen face.

The battle lasted for a full 5 minutes. Although Liu Tao and his party fought bravely, they were finally defeated due to the disadvantage of numbers and lack of physical strength. Thirty men fell to the ground in disorder, and only Liu Tao was leaning against the corner of the wall with the corner of his mouth open The blood, the eyes are fierce, and they make the last stubborn resistance.

"You have no chance of winning." Wu Biao walked through the crowd, looked at Liu Tao who was trembling in front of him with a sly smile, and said, "Kneel down, give me three head-knocks, and call me Brother Biao again, and I'll take you back!" I forgive you."

"Bah!" Liu Tao spat at Wu Biao angrily, and shouted sharply: "I, Liu Tao, a man of seven feet, even if I die here today, I will never kneel down to a bastard like you. heart!"

Wu Biao shook his head contemptuously, walked up to Liu Tao, and said with a smile, "Okay, then I will fulfill you today!"

"You guys, get rid of those people over there, and let them know that I, Wu Biao, are not easy to mess with! I will deal with Liu Tao myself, and I will personally knock him down at my feet!"

After receiving Wu Biao's order, more than [-] subordinates were gearing up and walked towards the [-] newcomers with grim smiles on their faces.

"Brother, I'll just hit soy sauce, don't hit me!"

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to blame, blame your own bad luck, share the same cell with Liu Tao, accept the move!"

"No!"

The people who went out were injured and fell to the ground, and the remaining 30 experienced prisoners beat up 20 helpless newcomers.

But Zhang Wei showed his astonishing skills. He used the narrow passage between the dining tables to fight against Wu Biao's men. In a short while, five people were hit and fell to the ground, wailing.

On the other hand, Zhang Yang, while everyone in the restaurant was watching the battle, he happily shook hands with other prisoners. Everyone wondered if this prisoner had a brain problem.

In just 5 minutes, Zhang Yang shook hands with half of the people in the restaurant, and the number of unlucky points has reached [-]. Zhang Yang's heart was full of joy.

"Forehead!"

Zhang Yang was busy shaking hands when he suddenly heard a low growl from Uncle Zhang behind him. He turned around and saw a lowly prisoner tripping Uncle Zhang while he was busy dealing with Wu Biao's men. In an instant, Uncle Zhang was surrounded by the opponent.

"Brother, let me borrow your dinner plate!"

Letting go of the prisoner's hand, Zhang Yang immediately picked up the dinner plate on the table, and shot it in Uncle Zhang's direction like throwing a dart, knocking down a person who was about to attack Uncle Zhang with a "snap".

"Fuck, my nose!"

Everyone looked up, and it turned out that there was another person not far in front of them.

"You guys, go beat that bastard, leave this old man to us!"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen people turned and rushed towards Zhang Yang.

"Hey, Liu Tao, if you can persist for another 3 minutes, I will be able to collect all the bad luck points. I am so disappointed!"

Zhang Yang sighed softly, looked indifferently at the dozen or so people rushing towards him, and suddenly shouted: "The ground is so slippery, be careful not to fall!"

One thousand bad luck points will be deducted.

"Fuck!"

The bodies of more than a dozen people suddenly lost their control and fell to the ground in unison.

Zhang Yang glanced at the prison guards standing around the restaurant, they were all staring at him intently.

If he cleans up this group of people successfully, the prison guards will definitely come forward to stop this farce immediately.

When Zhang Yang thought about it, nearly half of the people in the restaurant hadn't shaken hands with him. Giving up halfway is not Zhang Yang's style.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yang suddenly thought of a good idea.

"Grass mud horse, crow's mouth, I'll fuck you to death!"

The person at the front quickly got up and rushed towards Zhang Yang, waving his fists.

Zhang Yang just stood there quietly, waiting for the other party to approach.

"You're even more handsome than me? See if I ruin your face!" The other party yelled, and punched Zhang Yang hard in the face.

"Crooked!" Zhang Yang quickly said silently in his heart.

"Whew!" The other party suddenly felt that his fist was out of control, and flew over Zhang Yang's hair, hitting the face of a strong man watching the excitement behind him.

"Grass mud horse, you are blind!"

The man got up quickly, kicked his beating man to the ground, then rolled up his sleeves and wrestled with him on the ground.

Zhang Yang chuckled and did the same thing. After a while, the whole restaurant joined the melee.

"You're paralyzed, so you beat those who watch the fun?"

"You fucking eyes grow on your ass, who are you hitting!"

"Grass mud horse, your glasses are fake, fuck you to death!"

Nearly 500 people in the entire restaurant fell into an unprecedented melee. The prison guards finally realized that the situation was getting out of control and immediately called for support.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Yang used the unlucky detector to keep looking for prisoners who hadn't shaken hands with him in the chaos.

If you are knocked down, just shake hands. When you meet Zhang Yang who is hit on the head, you will punch him down, and then shake hands with him.

Finally, before the arrival of the riot police, Zhang Yang successfully got the last bit of luck.

Zhang Yang checked the system, and now he has a full [-] unlucky points, which is really a fortune. Although he consumed thousands of points, he still made money in the end.

"Well done!" The congratulatory voice of the system came from Zhang Yang's mind: "Collect another [-] unlucky points and the system can be upgraded again!"

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded, watching the battle of 500 people around him, he immediately felt very pleasing to the eye.

Dozens of riot police fully armed rushed in. The police at the front dropped tear gas bombs into the restaurant, and then others brandished batons and rushed into the smoke...

After 10 minutes, all the prisoners were taken back to their cells.

"Brothers did a great job. Although we failed to defeat them, we have already shown our momentum. From now on, no one in this prison dares to underestimate us!"

"Oh!"

Liu Tao and more than thirty men with bruised noses and swollen faces shouted in unison with a smile.

"And you, thank you for your hard work, and you have done a good job!"

Seeing twenty innocent newbies being beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces, Liu Tao couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Uncle, your skills are really good, I underestimated you!" Liu Tao glanced at Zhang Wei and said with a smile.

Zhang Wei ignored Liu Tao and found an empty bed to lie down on. It seemed that Uncle Zhang was also very tired.

Liu Tao appreciates capable people, so he is not dissatisfied with Zhang Wei.

"And you, Zhang Yang, you really created a huge mess!"

(End of this chapter)