Chapter 1130

Chen Bingliang didn't seem to notice the coldness in Deng Jin Hui's eyes and pointed to a booth not far away.

"Two guests came to play last night and sat in that booth."

Chen Bingliang pointed not far away: "At that time, I was drinking with Fat Buddha at the table next to them, and I vaguely heard them chatting, saying that you are the famous nightlife emperor of Xiangjiang, and besides nightclubs, you also have water business."

Deng Jin Hui's eyes froze: "What do they look like, how old are they?"

Chen Bingliang thought for a while: "Because the lights were dim, I couldn't see what they looked like. But I felt that one was younger, and the other was older.

And they didn't call any girls, they just wanted a dozen beers. They sat for more than half an hour and left. Fat Buddha followed them out and saw them leave by taxi."

"It's all hearsay." Deng Jin Hui shook his head with a smile: "Although we live on the edge of the law and our business has some gray areas. But doing water business means going to jail, how could I possibly do it."

"Bang!"

Just then, a loud bang came from the nightclub gate, and immediately after, a long knife flew in.

Even in the dim light, one could see the cold light of the blade, and then with another bang, the knife was inserted heavily into a table.

It scared the guests at that table into screaming, and then there was chaos at the gate, and a group of guys holding knives saw people and started cutting.

Crying, shouting, and screaming were all mixed together. Chen Bingliang's mouth curled into an imperceptible smile, but his face became unusually fierce.

"Damn, it's Mad Dog Qiang."

Deng Jin Hui was a bit panicked: "What should we do?"

Chen Bingliang roared: "Fat Buddha, where the hell are you, get out here."

The fat man who appeared at the Hong Kong Stock Exchange today ran over with a wine bottle in his hand, followed by more than a dozen brothers.

"Brother Liang, what should we do?"

"What the hell should we do." Chen Bingliang cursed: "I'll take the brothers to block Mad Dog Qiang, you take advantage of the chaos to protect the boss and get out."

"Okay!" Fat Buddha agreed, turned his head and shouted to the brothers behind: "Go upstairs and get the tools."

"Too late."

Chen Bingliang roared, grabbed the edge of the table with both hands, and lifted it fiercely, throwing it at a guy who ran over.

"Fat Buddha, protect the boss."

Chen Bingliang roared and rushed up with his brothers.

"Flathead Liang is here."

A guy, ignoring his companion pressed under the table, excitedly raised his knife and rushed over.

Because Chen Bingliang had always kept a flat head, people in the underworld called him Flathead Liang.

At this time, a brother behind Chen Bingliang picked up a chair and smashed it on the guy's head.

"Bang!"

The chair fell apart, the guy's body swayed, and blood instantly flowed down his head.

Immediately after, with another bang, Chen Bingliang kicked the guy in the stomach.

The guy's body flew backward and hit another companion who was rushing over.

Crying, begging, and screaming followed one after another.

Tables, chairs, wine bottles, anything that could be thrown flew all over the sky.

The nightclub was in chaos, and both men and women were running out frantically.

"Boss!" Fat Buddha pulled Deng Jin Hui and ran out in the chaotic crowd.

Deng Jin Hui could be considered a famous big brother in Xiangjiang, and his performance was quite calm.

Just then, Deng Jin Hui saw two guys rushing towards them.

Fat Buddha also saw it, grabbed Deng Jin Hui's arm, and pulled him behind him.

"Boss, follow closely, if there is a chance, leave, don't worry about me."

Deng Jin Hui was moved: "As long as I can leave safely this time, I will definitely not treat you badly."

At this time, those two guys had already rushed over.

Fat Buddha grinned. I don't know when, his right hand was already wearing a glove.

There was also a dagger in his hand, and then he turned around and stabbed it fiercely into Deng Jin Hui's heart.

Deng Jin Hui's eyes widened, revealing an unbelievable look, his hands grabbing Fat Buddha's shoulders tightly.

"You... you..."

Fat Buddha let go of the dagger, and a black star pistol appeared in his hand, followed by two muffled gunshots.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two guys who rushed over with knives, one had a bullet hole in his forehead, and the other had a splash of blood on his chest.

Immediately after, Fat Buddha stuffed the gun into Deng Jin Hui's hand. The sound of the gun made the scene even more chaotic, and coupled with the dim light, no one found what Fat Buddha had done.

"Boss!"

Fat Buddha roared, looking at Deng Jin Hui who fell slowly to the ground, dead with his eyes wide open, tears flowed down.

"Damn your mother, Mad Dog Qiang, I will never die with you."

He roared, and many people heard it, but no one cared.

They didn't want to die here inexplicably.

There were one or two hundred guests and girls in the nightclub, and Mad Dog Qiang only brought thirty people, most of whom were entangled by Chen Bingliang and his brothers.

Fat Buddha ran out of the nightclub with the crowd. Those who were injured took a car or drove to the hospital themselves.

Those who were not injured, but were bold, stood in the distance and watched the excitement after running out.

Fat Buddha found a public phone nearby, took out coins and put them in, and quickly dialed the police number.

"Report the police, a fire fight occurred at the Big Boss Meeting nightclub, boss Deng Jin Hui is dead, you guys hurry up and come."

"What?" The policeman who answered the phone didn't believe it: "You said Deng Jin Hui is dead?"

"Yes!" Fat Buddha roared: "Mad Dog Qiang brought people to kill Deng Jin Hui. If you don't come quickly, more people will die."

"Okay, okay, okay!" The other party said hurriedly: "I will notify the jurisdiction police station immediately."

Fat Buddha hung up the phone, a smile appeared on his face, took off the bloody gloves, and lit a cigarette again.

"Damn Chen Bingliang, forcing me, Buddha, to kill. I have to eat vegetarian food for two months again. The oil I finally saved in my stomach has to be exhausted again."

At this time, everyone who should have run out of the nightclub had run out, leaving only Chen Bingliang and a dozen brothers confronting Mad Dog Qiang and them.

Mad Dog Qiang's eyes revealed fierce eyes: "Flathead Liang, today is your death day."

Now, Chen Bingliang and a dozen brothers all had injuries, but more than a dozen of Mad Dog Qiang's subordinates were lying on the ground.

So at this time, in terms of numbers, both sides were evenly matched.

"Mad Dog Qiang, as long as you dare to move, I guarantee that the first one to die will definitely be you."

Mad Dog Qiang's eyes jumped. He knew that Chen Bingliang and those Big Circles were soldiers.

Originally, he came prepared this time, bringing more than thirty brothers, thinking it would be easy to crush them.

But he still underestimated the combat effectiveness of these Big Circles led by Chen Bingliang. However, he was not scared by Chen Bingliang.

Because they had knives in their hands, while Chen Bingliang and the others were empty-handed, he had absolute confidence to eat Chen Bingliang.