My friends are gods

Chapter 280 Don't You Like Drinking?

"Kneel! Let's kneel now!"

The group of people were terrified, talking hastily, and knelt down at the head of Zhao Jiankun's bed, knocking their heads deeply on the ground.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A dull voice sounded.

Bingbing watched from the side, always felt that the voices seemed to be hitting her heart.

For these few people, Bingbing has a certain shadow, afraid that they will make trouble for themselves after this incident.

But at the same time, there is still some joy in her heart.

Thinking of Zhao Jiankun being drunk by these guys, Bingbing felt that their kowtow at this time was so pleasant.

At this moment, Bingbing's mood was very contradictory.

Song Qiming watched this scene expressionlessly, not feeling pitiful for these guys at all.

If they hadn't bullied Zhao Jiankun and Bingbing, they wouldn't have ended up like this.

Moreover, poor people must have something to hate.

These guys must have bullied many people before, and this can be regarded as a little lesson for them.

"Bingbing, you go back."

Song Qiming looked at Bingbing and said, "It's getting late, I'm here, don't worry."

"Ah."

Bingbing nodded gently.

At this moment, she felt a lot more at ease in her heart.

Knowing that Song Qiming is powerful and can easily bring these guys over from the bar by force, then naturally he is not afraid of these people's misbehavior.

After Bingbing left, Song Qiming lay on the bed and said flatly, "Don't even think about running."

Those who kowtowed were all shocked, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Still kowtow.

These guys were indeed frightened by Song Qiming, and they really kowtowed all night.

Of course, they didn't knock hard every time, otherwise, they would have died long ago.

But even if he had slowed down his movements, blood flowed from his head, which looked extremely miserable.

Everyone's face was stained with blood from their foreheads.

In the morning, Zhao Jiankun woke up faintly.

He felt a little pain in his head.

Last night, although he was beaten a few times, it was not serious. The reason why he was in a coma was because he drank two bottles of white wine.

Not being alcoholic is pretty good.

Now I have slept through the night, and I am gradually waking up.

Rubbed his head.

"You finally woke up!"

Those people who kowtowed saw Zhao Jiankun wake up, they immediately looked happy and said hastily.

It's been a night!

Finally woke up, they finally don't have to kowtow!

At that moment, the heads of those people all looked towards Zhao Jiankun.

"Fuck!!"

Zhao Jiankun immediately yelled and cursed angrily.

It's not that he recognizes these guys and feels angry.

But...

In the early morning, I just woke up, and when I opened my eyes, I saw several bloody heads.

Don't care who is replaced, who is not afraid?

That is to say, Zhao Jiankun's psychological quality is good, otherwise, he would have fainted from fright.

"Who is it!"

Zhao Jiankun had lingering fears, and when he realized it, he cursed angrily.

Then, he discovered that the faces of those people were somewhat familiar.

Immediately, the images of last night flooded into his mind, making his face completely distorted.

"It turned out to be you!"

Cursing angrily, Zhao Jiankun stood up from the bed suddenly, lifted the mattress covering his eyes, and took out a baseball bat from it.

"do not!"

"Forgive me!"

Seeing this scene, those few people were terrified, their faces turned pale in an instant, and they yelled for mercy.

"Kun!"

At this time, Song Qiming said.

Hearing Song Qiming's voice, Zhao Jiankun reacted and looked over: "Qiming?"

He looked at Song Qiming, and then at those guys kneeling on the ground with blood dripping from their heads and tied with ropes.

At this moment, Zhao Jiankun suddenly understood.

Qiming must have known what happened last night, so he taught these guys a lesson for himself.

"Thank you!"

Zhao Jiankun said sincerely.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Song Qiming patted Zhao Jiankun on the shoulder and said, "We are all friends. If something like this happens in the future, just tell me directly, no matter who the other party is, I will never tolerate them bullying my friends."

Hearing this, Zhao Jiankun felt warm in his heart.

The eyes of this tall and strong man were a little red at this time.

On the one hand, he had never been insulted like yesterday, and on the other hand, it was the way Song Qiming was moved.

"You can deal with these guys as you like." Song Qiming said flatly: "But remember, don't kill anyone, or you will be blamed."

"rest assured."

Zhao Jiankun nodded and said, "I still know the law, I have a measure."

Those people were shocked when they heard the conversation between the two. They raised their heads and looked at Song Qiming in disbelief.

They didn't expect that Song Qiming would ask Zhao Jiankun to teach them a lesson.

I thought that they could leave after kowtowing until Zhao Jiankun woke up, but they were too naive to think about it.

For Song Qiming, kowtow was an apology and punishment, which was done by Zhao Jiankun.

"I won't embarrass you too much."

Zhao Jiankun gave them a cold look, and said in a cold voice, "I will treat you as you have done to me."

After speaking, he got up and left the bedroom directly.

Song Qiming knew that he must have gone to buy wine.

Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, Zhao Jiankun came back with three boxes of strong alcohol in his arms.

Open the box directly, take out a bottle of wine, smash the mouth of the bottle against the wall, then grab a person's hair, and pull it back forcefully, making the person let out a cry, and his head is raised .

"Wow!"

And Zhao Jiankun directly poured the liquor into the man's open mouth.

"drink!"

Zhao Jiankun roared angrily: "Don't you like this very much? Give me a drink now!"

At this moment, his expression was slightly ferocious.

Obviously, what happened yesterday caused him great humiliation, and if he can vent it now, he must deal with him in his own way.

The first person was forced to drink three bottles of white wine by Zhao Jiankun.

The guy's whole body was limp on the ground, still twitching non-stop.

There was already a wound left by kowtowing on his forehead, and it was naturally extremely painful to be stained with liquor at this time.

Zhao Jiankun grabbed another person's head, and poured all the liquor into that person's mouth.

Next, he followed suit.

All the people were forcibly poured in by him.

Even if someone yelled "Let's do it ourselves", Zhao Jiankun remained indifferent, and just pulled their hair blindly, making them raise their heads with difficulty, and poured liquor into their mouths.

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Jiankun's complexion has also been changing.

It was ferocious at the beginning, then gloomy, and finally calm.

His anger, after this revenge, finally disappeared a little.

(End of this chapter)