The man shouted loudly and threw the bat the size of a washbasin onto the table with a snap.

This action seemed to scare the diners and they paid the bill and left the restaurant, but some of the troublemakers hid outside the door and watched carefully.

The bat was not dead, and he was still struggling when he threw it on the table. The shop guy next to him was so scared that his face turned pale when he saw it.

"Come here, hurry up and make braised bats for the uncle. Are you waiting to eat them?"

The big man pointed to the shop clerk beside Bai Fan and shouted, but the shop clerk had no intention of stepping forward.

"Boy, did you hear it?"

The shopkeeper was indifferent, and the big man suddenly became a little dissatisfied.

"Uncle, how can you catch them... Do you know these bats are, yes..."

The shop assistant almost squatted down with weak legs, waved his hand with fear and dared not go forward. He stuttered for a long time without telling the reason, but Bai Fan heard that there was a master behind the bat.

"Damn it, isn't it just a bat? You're scared like this bear. Come over and do it for me!"

The big man scolded, but the shopkeeper still didn't move, and he was immediately angry, "Why, there is no meat? I'm catching it, but I still have to cook myself. What about the others, come out quickly?"

The fury spread throughout the restaurant, and Bai Fan was also a little surprised. Could it be that there was a big background behind the bat, otherwise there would be no need for the waiter to be so scared.

Screaming, the huge bat made a harsh scream before he died. The man was so angry that he had nowhere to say anything. He suddenly pulled out the ring-headed sword and cut off his head, "Mad, let you scream again!"

After flapping his wings twice, the bat with blood splashing finally stopped moving. The man stood up and said, "It's so fucking bad luck. I said, are there anyone who can work? Come out and entertain you quickly. Otherwise, if the old man takes it himself, I will burn this restaurant as firewood!"

The big man raised his foot and stepped on the stool, and the sound was like a thunder. The shopkeeper in front of Bai Fan was so scared that he hid in the corner, and the other shopkeepers did not dare to step forward. The big man was immediately angry and was about to attack when he grabbed the bat. At this moment, a charming tone came from the upper floor and stopped the big man's movements.

"Oh, what's this old man doing in a hurry? Isn't it just to braised bats? I can take charge of the chef for you..."

On the stairs, a woman shaking a palm-leaf fan walked down.

A pair of phoenix eyes were charming and charming, moist and fleshy red lips smiled and exposed white teeth. The soft waist swayed left and right, the huge peaks were trembling, the raised buttocks, the slit skirt showed their fair white thighs, making every man who saw it swallow and spit.

It's really a seductive fairy. Although she looks like a half-old woman, she still has charm. Her every frown and smile seduces the male's desire.

As the killer, Bai Fan has always had a good mood, but as a man, he still couldn't help but make a ripple in his heart. If Bai Fan is like this, then there is no need to say that the middle-aged man is, he has been licking blood on the tip of a knife for many years and was completely aroused by desire. His hot eyes were impulsive, and his cracked lips couldn't help licking back and forth.

"What is this beautiful lady?"

Although the middle-aged man wanted to burn the fire, he could not lose his demeanor and said seriously.

"Um……"

The woman said in a twisted manner, "What wife? I haven't gotten married yet. My brother can call me Miss I or Ye'er!"

"Okay, okay!"

The middle-aged man coughed and said, "Beautiful Miss Ye'er, do you have to cook yourself? Alas, that's not possible. If the oil smoke is smoked, wouldn't it be a sin? It would be better not to eat such a dirty thing!"

"Is that true, braised bats are really delicious, but it's a pity that they really cannot be eaten now?" The woman shook her head and expressed regret, but thinking about how beautiful the beautiful woman looked at her bats.

"Oh, why is this?" The middle-aged man suddenly felt a little puzzled, and Bai Fan also felt that the woman seemed to have something in her words.

"Don't you know the current situation in the city? You must know that they have grown up sucking human blood!"

"What?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and immediately vomited, "Damn, the fuck, I said why this thing smells wrong? The feelings are sucking human blood, it's fucking bad luck, bad luck!"

Seeing the middle-aged man's expression like this, the woman kept giggling, and Bai Fan frowned, which reminded him of the group of vampire bats in the bamboo forest.

"Do you still want to eat?"

"I won't eat it anymore. It's so disgusting. I have to thank Miss Ye'er for reminding me, otherwise I, Lao Zhong, will be defeated today!"

The middle-aged man was so grateful that he burst into tears, but at this moment a disharmonious voice outside the door interrupted, "Zhongshan, you are indeed going to fall today."

"Which dog is barking outside?"

The middle-aged man did not look back, but seemed to have heard from his voice, so he directly responded with a bad expression and sharp language.

"You, hum, I don't care about the beast!"

The visitor snorted coldly, and then he led a young man in gorgeous clothes in with a flattering expression.

The young man dressed cleanly, his face was pretty, but his ears were pointed and he looked a little abrupt.

The raised collar blocked a blood mark on the neck, and the brown-yellow bun was tied up, and a jade hairpin was inserted.

On the purple clothes, the bat decoration patterns were lifelike, as if they were about to fly out.

The young man walked into the restaurant slowly with a smile and a proud and arrogant attitude on his face.

As for the slave who replied, he had triangular eyes, hooked nose, pointed chin, and flattering face. He looked down at the young man, and he looked like a villain who bullied others with power.

This person's name is Fan Yao. He can be said to be the middle-aged man, Zhong Shan's mortal enemy. The two of them fought for many times, and they all wanted to kill each other.

This time, in order to get rid of Zhong Shan, Fan Yao did not hesitate to give up his identity and defect to the young master.

Fan Yao led the way, found an empty seat, and hurriedly wiped it with the corner of his clothes. Seeing Fan Yao so servile, Zhong Shan couldn't help but spit on him. Such a person is really not worthy of being his opponent.

The young man sat in the empty seat slowly, but his face suddenly sank when his eyes glanced at the bats on the middle-aged man's table.

"Who killed it?"

With anger in the shouting, the young man's eyebrows flashed with murderous intent.

"I killed it, what's wrong?" Zhong Shan slapped the table carelessly and indifferently.

"You're looking for death!"

When Zhong Shan was so provocative, the young man immediately stood up in anger.

"I think you are looking for death, you little face!"

Zhong Shan had long disliked the young master and stood up suddenly.
Chapter completed!