Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

The middle-aged man sighed and walked towards the entertainment city.

There should have been security guards standing at the entrance of Jinhai Entertainment City, but now it has passed the peak period, and the captain of the security team is not there, so the security guards are scattered in every corner of the entertainment city in twos and threes.

The two security guards closest to the door were leaning lazily on a doorpost.

"Ma Kai, you've been listless these days, are you still thinking about that girl?" A security guard smiled lewdly.

Ma Kai sniffled, "It's a lie to say that you don't want to, that girl is so juicy, you met that day too, right?" [

"Yeah." The security guard smacked his mouth: "It's all broken in Zhang Yujie's hands."

Ma Kai said dismissively: "That little kid, who is a hero to save the beauty, will get beaten sooner or later!"

The door of the entertainment city was suddenly pushed open. Ma Kai looked towards the door vigilantly. A middle-aged man wearing a gold chain walked in. Behind him were many teenagers holding equipment, and they were continuously moving towards the door. walked in the door.

The noisy music in the disco didn't affect the place, and the people in the venue didn't realize it, and they still twisted, danced, cheered, and shouted.

"Who are you?" Ma Kai went up to meet him. He had already realized that something was wrong, and unconsciously touched the rubber baton around his waist.

The middle-aged man also watched the video of that day, and immediately recognized the security guard who tried to molest Ni Sihui, the rogue rabbit.

The middle-aged man chuckled, raised his leg and kicked towards Ma Kai's chest. Without his command, countless teenagers rushed in behind him like a tide, drowning Ma Kai in an instant.

"Smash it hard, hit it hard!" The middle-aged man issued an order briefly.

The security guard behind Ma Kai originally followed him, but seeing the momentum, he ran back in a hurry, but he still couldn't resist the tide army behind him and was also submerged.

The middle-aged man stood where he was, and the people behind him kept passing by him, rushing straight into the disco.

He waved his hand, and immediately someone beside him handed him a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and then lit it again.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath of the cigarette, pinching the cigarette with the index and middle fingers of his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and a pick handle was already in his hand.