The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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"Enough, enough!" The middle-aged man stood up from behind and stepped forward to Jason, but said that it was pulled apart, it would be better to say that Jason had been beaten down many times for a support, so that he would not return It fell to the ground without touching Wes, which was too ugly. ▲? Eight? One ▲ Chinese network. ww.81zw.com?

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The spit mixed with blood was spit on the ground by Weiss, and his forearm was rubbed against his mouth. Weiss grinned and his teeth were covered with red blood.

"Good, good." Wes didn't step forward, tilting his head to look at Jason who was barely standing on the support of middle-aged people. "You are not too weak, at least touch me, how does it feel ?! Like it?"

The sturdy guy with the protective gear pushed away from the crowd and walked to Weiss, who seemed to be trying to get him out.

Weiss pushed away the security guard who wanted to hold his hand and glanced at the crowd in discussion. His hands were raised in front of him, "I can walk by myself."

Weiss turned and walked out of the nightclub under the **** of the security guard.

"Don't come again, kid." The security guard frowned as he just went out and stared at the street without a goal. The dumb guy standing on the side of the road shouted, "You are not welcome here."

Weiss glanced back at the security guard, put on the hood again, and then looked back at him like a provocation, leaning directly against the nightclub's outer wall. "Don't this wall welcome me?"

The security guard shook his head, too lazy to care about this guy.

This is the only nightclub in Barton that belongs to this small group, but there are not many guys like Weiss. They come for a certain need, but they do not want to have any relationship with this group, so this kind of incident often occurs. Security guards watch much, it doesn't matter, the living methods of people and people, fortunately, he can limit who can go in to drink, dance, and hook up with each other, and who can only lean against the wall like Weiss.

Weiss was still quite satisfied with the image he had delivered, and his heart was distorted and dark. ? ● ★ 八 ● 一 Chinese network. www.81zw.com ▼ has enough hands-on ability, if the information he got is correct, this should be the person who needs the fighting club.

Well, Weiss is right. And he was right.

The fence in front of the nightclub was pushed away by security. Several people drove Jason out. Weiss turned his head sideways and snorted contemptuously.

This action seemed to irritate some people who saw what happened, and they tweeted something to the security guard.

The security guard glanced at Wes, withdrew the rubber stick around his waist and knocked on Wes's side. "Now you are no longer welcome at the wall, go away."

Wes glanced at the strong security guard, and he was sure to put him in two seconds, but his role still required him to appear around here, so he pursed his lips and stared at a few talkative guy And walk across the street. He is going to change the wall.

Jason and his party got into the middle-aged man's car. Weiss was actually disappointed. He originally thought that the middle-aged man would be his goal. But when Jason appeared, he dismissed the idea that the middle-aged man was only asked by Jason to test him.

Weiss didn't want to care about these people anymore and deliberately bypassed the direction their car was turning. Surprisingly, however, the middle-aged man's head was crooked and stuck to Weiss' side, blocking his way.

"Did you hit our friend, would you like to leave like this?" The middle-aged man leaned his head against the window and smiled at Wes with his head raised.

Wes frowned, and he really didn't see any threat or irony in this smile. This makes him a little strange.

"You are drunk and silly." Weiss glanced at the middle-aged man. "Do you want to have a traffic accident now?"

"Hehe." The middle-aged man smiled. "It's just a glass of beer, and it's gone after a pee!"

Wes frowned, did the middle-aged man figure out the situation? He just beat his friend, and now he started to make jokes on his own. ⊥Bayi Chinese, www.81ｚw.COM Jason ’s dating ability is as bad as before.

"It disappeared in front of my eyes." Weiss pulled the corner of his mouth and turned to get around the car.

The body moved, and the driver ’s seat next to Wes was flush with Wes again, "Ah! Do n’t go away like this! It seems that you were expelled from here! We are going to the place I told you before, which is more interesting than here How much? How? Tonight is still very long and ca n’t be wasted! Do you want to be together? "

The words were extremely unreasonable, and Weiss frowned more tightly. He looked at Jason, who was still in the back of the car and was supported in the back seat. He gave an irritable noise and looked back at the smiling middle-aged People, "You are sick! Take him to the hospital! Stop worrying about me! You will regret it!"

"Jason will be fine!" The middle-aged man smiled. "It won't take long for you to play the second game!" There is a hint of meaning in his expression, "You also want to follow us! , Believe me, you wo n’t regret it. "

Weiss clenched his hands in his pockets. He had noticed the weirdness of middle-aged people's words. It was like two people talking about two different things when they were talking, but they refused to speak straight. There was a trace of doubt in Wes's somber face, "What are you talking about."

"Ah!" The tone changed, with the tone of "It turns out like this", "Do you still want to play with Jason? This? This is something that interests you!"

Wes frowned. This was the truth. Jason wanted to fight once when he saw it, until he beat the meaningless optimism until it disappeared.

"How do I say this." The middle-aged man leaned out of his body and leaned towards Wes, and his voice fell. "If you follow us, Jason will recover right away. Then you can fight as you want. . "

Weiss twitched, "You are sick, you should go to the hospital!"

"Wes." A weak voice came from the back seat, it was Jason, "Get in the car. We are not going to the place you imagined. We are in a club, prepared for those who are dissatisfied, get in the car, I still You can fight unless you are afraid. "

Weiss's pupil shrank unnoticeably in the darkness and neon, "What club."

The middle-aged people seem to be dissatisfied with Jason's direct, helpless lip, "Jason, you broke the surprise!"

"What club." Weiss stared at the middle-aged man, his tone unavoidable.

"Not here, get in the car, we can say it well." The middle-aged man's gaze swept around and finally returned to Weiss.

The back door was opened, and Wes ‘hesitated’ for more than ten seconds, feeling enough, and got in the car.

As Wes got on the train. Feeling the shaking of the body, the middle-aged man looked at the extra person in the rear-view mirror and squinted. "You are really heavy." He was wrong. This weight is also added to a shape changer on the roof.

Weiss glanced at the bluish, blood-stained Jason, and pushed him violently away, dominating the backseat almost halfway, "What club."

"So anxious!" The middle-aged man smiled and drove the car. "We can't say this outside. You will know when you take you there."

"Where is it?" Weiss snorted and continued to ask.

"You need to know." The middle-aged man replied somewhat helplessly.

"Who are there." Weiss glanced at the four people in the car. Apart from the dying Jason and the middle-aged driver, the other two are very obvious 'color crowned flamingo' type, mental action No longer revealing his attributes all the time, Weiss looked disgusted, "Are you all like you."

The middle-aged man in the rearview mirror smiled helplessly, "If you join, there will be five people like" us ", and none of them." He raised his hand. The ring on the ring finger seemed to emphasize something, "Of course, please don't count me in."

Weiss already had certainty that he was sure that this was a fighting club, not a special hobby organization ...

"Why let him join!" The young man sitting in the back seat holding Jason twisted his neck and almost rolled his eyes. "I hate this kind of person in the deep cabinet! What do I think I am! It ’s annoying! Just like Jason ’s male ... "He seemed to realize that he was wrong," The ex-male ... "This guy realized that he was not saying the wrong thing at all. It should not be said! He closed his mouth and looked at the powerless Jason with sorry eyes.

Probably in the right direction, Weiss relaxed a little, he couldn't help noticing what the multi-mouthed guy inadvertently revealed. With a glance at Jason, "Do you have a boyfriend? Deep Cabinet?" Wes shook his head, his contemptuous face was too lazy to cover up, "It's an ex-boyfriend." Emphasized, "You really are not a guy who has grown."

"Who do you think you are! What do you say!" The guy who had just talked, looked over Jason and glared at Weiss. Before Jason could not raise his hand before he could block his mouth, he rolled his eyes and yelled, "People have a good relationship! It's just dead!"

Jason's hand hung down and gave up. The guy covered his mouth and shrank silently, no longer talking.

Weiss glanced at Jason again, opened his mouth, and closed it again. Besides deserving it, he couldn't think of anything else to say.

The middle-aged man's reproachful gaze looked at the back-mouthed guy and shook his head. "Wes, right." He seemed to know exactly where they were going, and the scene in the front window of the car kept receding into darkness. . Weiss only saw on the road sign flashing under the headlights that Paisin had arrived here.

"Weiss, in fact, the club does not plan to recruit people, we just accompany Jason to relax. But he recognized you and thinks your situation is more suitable to join." He paused, seems to be a very humane guy "You must be angry at this world. Everyone in the club is like this. There are obvious reasons for us, and there are ordinary people who are bound by life. You will like it there. "

Weiss bowed his head, thinking. Now the progress is somewhat beyond his expectations. His natural appearance seems to have nothing to do with his success. It is Jason's understanding of him that made him noticed by these people.

Wes frowned. This is not good news. His success does not mean that the entire task will be successful. The middle-aged man said that the club is not planning to recruit people. He was very lucky to meet Jason. Weiss now only hopes that his friend, James, will be lucky. (The novel "Barton's Fantasy Event" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 1oo% lottery gift for everyone! Now open WeChat, click on the "+" sign at the top right to add friends, search Public account "qdread" and pay attention, let's hurry up!) (Unfinished to be continued.)