Although the guns equipped in this club are all empty shells, the level of simulation has reached 90%. Even if they are empty shells, they will still hurt when they hit the body.
Moreover, the dark muzzle of the gun will make anyone who is pointed at it feel terrified.
At that moment, Xiang Qing, who was relatively timid, was so frightened that he screamed, "Ah!"
Xiang Qing threw herself into Wang Qianqian's arms, while Le Mingyu and others were frightened by the sudden situation and froze in place.
"Bang!" The man holding the gun suddenly shouted imitating the sound of a gun, then flicked the muzzle of the gun and laughed.
A dozen big men around him also laughed wildly, mocking the young man for being as timid as a mouse from the corner of his eyes.
"Damn it, these bastards, if I don't beat them up, my surname will not be Le today." Le Mingyu is a boss who can't stand the excitement. He has already passed the manager and rushed into the shooting range. Punch out your fists and fight that man to the death.
"Ouch, Second Young Master, stop it!" The manager reacted and his whole face changed color. He turned around and hurried over. If anyone of the two parties was injured, he couldn't help but walk around.
Meng Ziheng and the others didn't say a word, and the backup team came in. The opponent had more people and strength, and Le Mingyu would definitely suffer.
The opponent's group obviously didn't expect Le Mingyu to take action. They were still a little confused when they were hit by the first punch, but when the second punch came, Le Mingyu didn't take advantage.
A sixteen-year-old high school student, no matter how developed he is, can't match the strength of an adult male, and the opponent is also very skilled. Not only can he not be defeated by his tall and burly figure, but he can beat Le Mingyu with one punch.
When Meng Ziheng and the others rushed over, other men in black also gathered around them, saying, "If you have something to say, please speak up. It's all misunderstanding. Young people, don't be too impulsive." But these people stopped the three men with a strong attitude. He refused to move and allowed Le Mingyu to deal with it on the other side.
"Damn it, I misunderstood your ancestor." Gu Yitong exploded for the second time. How could he care so much when his brother was beaten? If he disagreed, he would be punched and kicked. These young men had developed some skills to protect themselves. It's not just a show of force.
When those men in black were attacked, they naturally showed no mercy and said, "Hey, if you want to play, I will kill you."
Immediately, the four people were surrounded. More than a dozen men in black punched and kicked each other, and they quickly gained the upper hand.
"Don't fight, this is the boss's brother, don't fight." The manager yelled till his throat was broken, but no one paid attention. It was probably obvious that these people were not afraid of the boss, so the manager quickly took out his walkie-talkie to contact the top floor.
"Ah, what should I do? Meng Ziheng and the others can't beat them. There are so many people on the other side. Qianqian, why don't you call the police? Don't kill anyone." Xiang Qing had never experienced such a violent scene, and she was confused for a moment. The only thing I can think of is the police uncle.
"Calm down, calm down. This is brother Le Mingyu's territory. Calling the police is just to bring trouble. When the police come, they may not be grateful to you." Wang Qianqian has seen big scenes, and she still has time to comfort Xiang Qing.
"Then, what should we do?" Xiang Qing looked at the four people who were becoming more and more indifferent to the situation over there, with uncontrollable worry in her heart and eyes.
Wang Qianqian hugged her back to comfort her, and glanced at the young man in white next to her. Seeing her leisurely expression as if watching a show, she couldn't help but said, "Aren't you going to take action?" She knew Song Ye's skills, so now That's why he was so calm.
But it was obvious that Song Ye waved his sleeves and hadn't seen enough of the show, "Isn't this why we haven't lost yet?"
"..." Wang Qianqian rolled her eyes in an unladylike manner. Song Ye didn't lose, he just wasn't beaten down yet.
She silently felt that Meng Ziheng and the others had made bad friends by mistake.
"Don't you think it's because you don't like Le Mingyu?" Wang Qianqian asked secretly.
Song Ye glanced at her but didn't answer, then slowly rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, as gracefully as if he was going to dance.
The next second, the person had already rushed out like an arrow from a string.
Wang Qianqian twitched her lips, patted Xiang Qing on the back, and said silently in her heart, Song Ye must not offend anyone, otherwise she would really be cheated to death.
At the other end, more than a dozen adult men in black surrounded Meng Ziheng and the four of them. After testing their skills, they did not fight to death, but just played with cats and dogs, having a great time.
"Haha, you dare to rush out and fight with this little ability. Children, I am very optimistic about your courage, but your strength is disappointing." As he said that, the man stepped on Le Mingyu's stomach, and the four people present , Le Mingyu was the worst dealt with.
"Bah, there are many of you and you are bullying the few. If you have the guts, let's challenge each other." Gu Yitong couldn't stand it anymore and yelled and roared loudly.
Meng Ziheng and Fang Ye are both taciturn people, and they are also the best among the four. At this time, they assessed the situation and knew that they could not defeat them, so they never resisted and were ready to wait for the opportunity.
"Haha, one-on-one? Okay, I want to see how little one like you can fight with me." The man who stepped on Le Mingyu laughed arrogantly, changed his target and walked towards Gu Yitong. Come over.
The opponent was a whole head taller than Gu Yitong. With a big hand, he covered Gu Yitong's head with a palm, suppressing him so that he could not resist.
This insulting action greatly pleased the other party. The dozen grown men looked up to the sky and laughed, not feeling the shame of bullying children at all.
"Haha, it depends on the opponent in the duel, how about we compete?" At this time, a voice came from outside the crowd, it was cold and cold, even if it was smiling, it sounded without warmth.
Then, there was a man's scream. Everyone turned around and saw Song Ye Yingying, who was wearing white clothes and white trousers, standing behind her, with her feet on the knees of a man in black, and her hand holding the middle finger of the other person's right hand. , the smile on his face looked quite malicious at the moment.
"Are you with them? Do you want to help them get justice? Let me tell you, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. If you are one more, you are only five people. You have no chance of winning." The gun was pointed at just now. The man let go of Gu Yitong, walked over slowly, and looked at the young man in front of him with squinted eyes.
His intuition told him that this pretty boy was different from the other four.
Click.
With a crisp sound, the man kneeling on the ground suddenly burst into screams. The pain of his right middle finger being twisted off made him look hideous in pain.
"I don't want to hear nonsense, are you sure you want to continue?" As he spoke, Song Ye slowly placed an index finger on the man's hand, and the indifference in his eyes made people shudder.
Even the man in black, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, felt a chill running down his spine. His right hand held the life of a gunman, and if he injured his finger, he was no different from being disabled.