Xiao Bei looked at Wu Jing and smiled faintly.
Then they both looked at the people lying on the floor.
Perhaps it was the mutual understanding shared by martial artists, or perhaps something else.
Xiao Bei and Wu Jing moved in perfect sync.
They directly picked up the liquor bottles from the table.
Each of them took two.
Then they each walked over to two of the fat men.
And smashed the bottles down on the fat men's heads.
After knocking out four fat men,
Ke Zhen, who had been squatting nearby and watching,
was completely stunned.
There were five fat men on his side, yet they could not beat two people.
The fat man had sobered up a little by now.
He looked at Xiao Bei and Wu Jing.
Then he cursed, "You two are dead! You dare beat my men!"
After saying that, he pulled out his phone and prepared to call the police.
"No need to call the police. We already called them for you!"
At that moment, Diligent walked over.
Hearing this, Ke Zhen looked at Diligent and Tang Hua.
He said nothing, but his fat face was already twitching with rage.
At that moment, Xiao Bei said to Wu Jing,
"Want to sit down and talk for a while?"
Wu Jing looked at Xiao Bei in surprise, then nodded.
Then Xiao Bei, Wu Jing, Diligent, and Tang Hua casually sat down.
At that moment, Diligent looked at Xiao Bei.
"Young Master Xiao—no, Bei Zi, your skills are pretty damn good. When are you going to teach me?"
"Damn it, if I run into something like this again, at least I'll have some confidence!"
Seeing Diligent say that, Tang Hua followed suit.
"Yeah, Bei Zi, teach us when you have time!"
"That was seriously awesome! I