Through the rest of the whole night, Shan Wenqing's physical strength has been almost restored, and he tried to control his anger, and seemed to return to the feeling of the night before.

Out of the room, he found this floor of the elevator, found the fifty-story, here is similar to the Edwardian hotel, but more luxurious than the Edwardian hotel, after all, it is a hotel for soldiers, the kitchen is only for those soldiers to prepare meals, but here is different, here are some nobles, in the face of these people, the chef had to be more careful.

The dining hall occupies a whole floor, Chinese food Western food, Japanese Korean, like a world map, distributed in every corner.

Shang Wenqing still wanted to eat Chinese food, so he ordered two dishes of Sichuan cuisine at will, and then found a place to sit down, "I don't know how Teacher Han is now, when will this day come to an end, the truth will quickly end back to reality, my mother must also miss me..."

Perhaps the dress of Shang Wenqing and the overall style of the restaurant are very unmatched, and a sportswear can not be integrated into the world of suit leather, so it provokes others to look at each other.

One of the yellow-haired boys did it, “Huh?When did we become a refugee camp, and even this earthling in sportswear could come in?”

Next to Huang Mao, the man with silver silk eyes also echoed the sentence, "That is, this beggar is not worthy of the leftovers, we are not the inner city here, how do you mongrels get mixed in?"

Shang Wenqing did not want to pay attention to them, still eats things on his own, and the two froze greens saw that they were ignored and cheered, "You beggar, Laozi talk to you, do you hear?"

Shang Wenqing put down the chopsticks, a little suffocated in his heart, he was disturbed when he was thinking about life, raised a chopstick, and inserted it next to the hand closest to him.

"Ah!The screams instantly resounded throughout the restaurant, a metal chopstick through the yellow haired palm, directly nailed to the table, blood along the table has been flowing down, the glasses on the side of the man is not calm, he did not expect this earth to be so fierce, shot so heavy.

“Do you...do you know who we are?”You dare to do it, wait for me," said the man with the glasses, and the man with the glasses took out the walkie-talkie, but the walkie-talkie had just dialed, and the person opposite did not even say a word of food, and Shang Wenqing slapped the man's face with the glasses.

“Oh!”This face is not smaller than the scream of yellow hair, and the thin man of the glasses fell directly to the ground.

“Didn’t you see me eating?”Shang Wenqing took a sip and cleared his throat, "What are you doing on the side, the restaurant is a place to eat, or where you are such a fool, you are sick, you."

"Wait for me, you offend me, I let you get in the middle of the city!"Yellow hair endures the pain and intimidates.

Shang Wenqing smiled slightly, holding a hard spin on the metal chopsticks, yellow hair instantly knelt on the ground, just familiar with the pain at this moment hit again, his eyes are gushing with tears, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm wrong, don't turn around, please."

Shang Wenqing then stopped, changed the chopsticks, and ate again, "I'm eating now, you two shut my mouth!"

The two of them listened to the words and closed their mouths at the same time.

Perhaps it is too early at this time, and there are fewer people eating Chinese food, so few people see the situation on this side of the Shang Wenqing, even if they see it, they dare not say anything.

When Shang Wenqing finished his meal and stretched out a lazy waist, several security guards came over, looked at the situation on the side of Shang Wenqing, and asked, “What situation, what are you doing?”

“What are you eating, and why are you here now?”Huang Mao's closed mouth could finally speak, pointing to Shang Wenqing, "Give me a break, and then give me a doctor."

“Isn’t that the son of the real estate tycoon Lee?”The security guard looked at Shang Wenqing and shook his head, "Even he dares to provoke, you are afraid of living impatient, look at your clothes, it should be just a few days into the inner city, just enjoy the life here, you can not converge, here is not everyone can mess up."

Shang Wenqing stood up, a slap fan in the mouth of yellow hair, this slap is very powerful, directly swipe the mouth of the yellow hair, with a few teeth dropped, blood directly sprayed on the talking security, "What have you just said?" 」

A group of security guards thought that Shang Wenqing did not know the identity of Huang Mao, only dare to do it, and now see that he did not take these words to heart, and his heart was stunned, did he also have a background?

“Fuck, what else do you see, kill him!”Yellow furry, the left hand was nailed to the table, he can only cover the beaten left side with his right hand, very incongruent touch, "I must kill you."

The security guard did not know the origin of Shang Wenqing, but the identity of the yellow hair is special, they do not want to lose their jobs, so they can only clear the hand of Shang Wen.

But that is, 10 seconds, may be less than 10 seconds, Shang Wenqing one punch, hands comparable to knives and guns, cutting arms and thrushing, directly put these security guards on the ground, everyone is either broken, or scraped a few ribs.

The man with the glasses snorted, "Brother, you are so powerful, how have you not seen you before, sorry, I am sorry, I have no eyes to see Tarzan, I am sorry, please do not hit me."

Now it is not time to kill, Shang Wenqing did not kill these security guards, at most, they have abandoned one or two limbs, "go away, don't let me see you again."

The man with the glasses was granted amnesty, "Thank you, thank you."

After that, he ran away, and at this moment, only one of the yellow hairs stood.

Shang Wenqing looked at him and was scared, and his lower body was incontinence, “What did you just say, to kill me?”

Huang Mao cold sweated DC, hurriedly denied, "No, big brother you heard wrong, even if I am a dare, I do not dare to say such a thing."

"Oh?"“You mean I have a problem with my ears?”

"Ah?"Of course not," Huang Mao was more panicked, and the feelings themselves said nothing right, "it's me, it's my mouth, I can't speak clearly, it's dirty your ears, I'm really sorry."

Shang Wenqing looked at the time, this meal to eat 5:30, perhaps he lost his mind for too long, he did not want to have more trouble, now the most important thing is to go to the auction site, after all, from the auction time is only 1 time.

Shang Wenqing held the chopstick that penetrated the palm of the yellow hair, directly pulled up, the painful yellow hair knelt directly on his own urine, and the pain called the mother.

Shang Wenqing left the chopsticks on the ground, and then left without returning.