Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

Ning Xiaolei had a very good impression of Brother Pingtou.

What he said is also true, and Ning Xiaolei still remembers it deeply.

When Leiyutang opened, Brother Pingtou supported him even more, and even went so far as to offend the young master of the Wang family, one of the four major families.

Hearing that something happened to him, Ning Xiaolei couldn't sit idly by and ignore it.

And he is currently looking for someone to help him find stray cats and dogs. This flat-headed brother and his men are a good choice.

"Master, the night bar, the sooner the better."

After hailing a taxi, Ning Xiaolei transferred one thousand to the taxi driver without saying a word and urged.

The driver was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed: "Okay, sit tight, the old driver is about to start the car."

With the driver's knowledge, he could tell at a glance that Ning Xiaolei was in an emergency, so he didn't ask any questions and directly used his superb skills.

Drifting with lightning all the way, in less than ten minutes, we finished the journey that usually takes more than half an hour to reach the night bar.

"Master, thank you."

Ning Xiaolei thanked him, got out of the car and strode towards the night bar.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Ning Xiaolei was blocked by two strong men with bare arms and tattoos.

"Sorry friends, we are closed today." One of the men with a scorpion tattoo said.

"Suspension of business?" Ning Xiaolei frowned, I don't believe you!

Worried about Brother Pingtou's safety, Ning Xiaolei didn't bother to care so much and just forced his way in.

"Seeking death." The man with the scorpion tattoo was furious and suddenly backed away from Ning Xiaolei's chest.

"Get out!" With a cold snort, Ning Xiaolei reached out and grabbed the man's arm, twisted it with his backhand, and kicked him out.

The man with the scorpion tattoo flew backwards, smashed the door open and fell into the house.

The other man saw something was wrong and punched him. He was slapped by Ning Xiaolei and turned around 360 degrees. He covered his face and crawled to the ground.

With Ning Xiaolei's strength at this moment, even if he can't move away from the evil spirit, it is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Striding into the bar, before Ning Xiaolei could look for it, a group of people with unpleasant expressions had already gathered around him.

"Friend, what do you mean by this? Why did you hit our people?"

A man with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a large gold chain, and holding a baseball bat in his hand came forward with a very gloomy expression.

Ning Xiaolei's eyes were cold and he ignored the man. His eyes swept across the bar, looking for Brother Pingtou and others.

In a corner somewhere, he finally saw Brother Flathead and a group of his men, but they were not in good condition at the moment, and they were all covered in blood.

Especially his yellow hair, bruised nose and swollen face. If it weren't for that iconic yellow hair, Ning Xiaolei almost didn't recognize him.

"Boy, our brother Tulong is talking to you, where are you?"

Next to the man with the gold chain, a man with a scarred face glared at Ning Xiaolei, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Hearing this, Ning Xiaolei looked back and turned to the so-called Tulong brother, with cold eyes and said: "Did you hurt Brother Flathead?"

"You don't care if we were injured or not, why did you hit our people?" Scarface beside Brother Tulong said angrily.

"I'm talking to your boss, what nonsense are you talking about?"

With a flash of coldness in his eyes, Ning Xiaolei ducked to Scarface and slapped him hard.

"Snapped!"

With an explosion, Scarface flew out, taking several people beside him with him.

"Boy, no wonder you are so arrogant. He turns out to be a practicing master."

Brother Tulong glanced at Scarface and the others who flew out in surprise, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he squinted at Ning Xiaolei.

Ning Xiaolei hummed, noncommittal.