A Hot Pot Started A Fight

"Boom!"

　　The tabletops blocking the vending and cooking rooms suddenly flew out.

　　"Boom!" With a single stretch of his foot, Lin Ying kicked the flying tabletops across the room.

　　A group of people appeared in the vending room.

　　There were about a dozen people, and the leader was a tall, thin, flat-headed young man with a gloomy face, holding a fire axe in his hand, which still had a large amount of black blood on it.

　　Next to him was a short, fat, bald middle-aged man, this fat man Lin Ying had seen before, seemed to be the director of a workshop.

　　Lin Ying's gaze crossed over the crowd and stared dead on at a tall yellow-haired youth wearing a trench coat and a hood.

　　Half-mourning! There were actually half-mourners in this group of people.

　　"F*ck, hot pot!"

　　This group of people were stunned when they saw the two of them in Lin Ying, but all of their eyes were instantly drawn to the hot pot on the table, and a gulping sound immediately rose and fell.

　　The fat man crossed the crowd and came to the table, looking at the food on the table and gulping, "Ahem, little brother, which workshop are you from? I'm from the power workshop."

　　Before the fat man finished speaking, he was pulled away by a youth behind him with a neck full of tattoos, "Fatty Chen, what's the point of wasting words with his mom."

　　The tattooed youth waved a machete in his hand and pointed at Lin Ying and Qing Muyang with a gangly face, "You, and you, hurry up and get lost, this place is now the old men's."

　　After the tattooed youth finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the can of luncheon meat on the table, while turning his head to the few people behind him, "Brothers, hurry up and come over for the hot pot."

　　Lin Ying's hand raised and a bottle of beer flew out.

　　"Boom!"

　　A bottle smashed into the tattooed youth's nose with a crunching sound, and instantly wine splashed everywhere and glass flew about.

　　"Ah, ah, oooh~" The tattooed youth took a few steps back, threw the machete and covered his face with a miserable scream.

　　"Holy shit, get him."

　　When the people behind saw the tattooed youth being beaten, a few people immediately jumped out before howling and pouncing on Lin Ying.

　　"Bang bang bang!" These people came fast, but flew out even faster.

　　Lin Ying retracted his legs, clapped his hands, and coldly said, "I say, everyone, there's always a first-come-first-served approach to everything."

　　"Ouch, ouch."

　　"It hurts me to death."

　　"Big brother, kill him."

　　"Yes, kill him."

　　Those few people who were kicked off fell to the ground and kept rolling and howling, clamoring for Lin Ying to die.

　　The people on the opposite side saw their own people being kicked away and immediately leapt forward with their weapons, ready to step forward.

　　Qing Muyang stood behind Lin Ying with his bowl, eating while scanning over the several people standing opposite, the big dog also stopped eating and stood behind Lin Ying staring at the group of people opposite showing their teeth.

　　The youth opposite with the fire axe raised his hand, blocking the few people behind him who were ready to step forward, and said with a gloomy face, "You guys aren't his opponents, let Second Cannon go."

　　At this time, the half-mourning on the opposite side walked out, then looked at Lin Ying and the two of them, cracked his mouth to reveal a row of sharp teeth, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips and said, "Hehe, you two are looking for death, then I'll fulfill you."

　　Looking at the half-mourning in front of him, Lin Ying narrowed his eyes and the corner of his mouth turned up, "Heh, a beast that eats human flesh, not human or ghost"

　　"Looking for death! "

　　The half-mourning called Ergun didn't wait for Lin Ying to finish his words, his feet chopped on the ground, instantly shooting towards Lin Ying, the machete in his hand flashed with a cold light, hacking towards Lin Ying.

　　At this time, Qing Muyang put the bowl on the table and jumped out.

　　Lin Ying, who was about to make a move, saw Qing Muyang jump out and took a step back.

　　"Dang!"

　　Qing Muyang's chopper and the other party's machete collided together with a crunching sound.

　　"Dang dang dang!"

　　The speed of the two was very fast, dazzling people as their weapons clashed together with a crunching sound.

　　Lin Ying's left eye switched to a cat's eye, then the Eye of Truth was unleashed.

　　Name: Half-Mourning-Two-Cannons.

　　Ability: speed increase.

　　Equivalent rank: 1st rank.

　　Lin Ying's heart was slightly relieved when he saw the other party's information.

　　Although this Half-Mourning called Ergun was 1st rank, his abilities didn't seem strong, just a speed increase. Although he was fast, he could only be considered a chicken scratch when fighting Qing Muyang, who was also 1st rank.

　　What Lin Ying saw of Qing Muyang's ability was mysterious, and Lin Ying didn't know exactly what this mysterious ability was, but from what Lin Ying saw from behind Qing Muyang, he saw the shadow of Yuan Qi, so Lin Ying wasn't panicked at all about something like Qing Muyang battling a Half-Mourning.

　　Qing Muyang didn't disappoint Lin Ying either.

　　"Heh! "

　　The chopper in Qing Muyang's hand blocked Er Cannon's machete as soon as he could, then he pushed his hands upwards to push away the other party's machete, then he kicked out his leg like lightning, sending Er Cannon flying out.

　　Seeing the kick that Qing Muyang had kicked out, Lin Ying knew that Er Cannon was considered ruined.

　　The kick that Qing Muyang had just kicked was the same move that he had used earlier to kick the zombie, the moment his foot hit the target, and then the force was transmitted to the opponent through the tip of his foot.

　　"Ka-ching ka-ching."

　　The bones of the half-mourned Second Cannon's body were directly shattered by Qing Muyang at this moment, and if nothing else, the Second Cannon should spend the rest of his life in bed.

　　When a group of people saw the Half-Mourning Second Cannon being kicked off, they all rushed up in a swarm and helped the Second Cannon up, but the crowd was surprised to find out that they couldn't serve the Second Cannon no matter how much they helped him up, and the Second Cannon was just like a pile of rotten mud.

　　Opposite the leading youth saw the second cannon was kicked away, immediately face green, then furious to the surrounding crowd yelled: "my old man on, get him dead. "

　　When the crowd opposite heard the youth's shout, they all took out their weapons as well and rushed towards Lin Ying.

　　When Qing Mu saw the crowd rushing up, he took a step forward and said, "Boss, you rest first, watch me get them killed. "

　　After saying that, Qing Muyang carried his kitchen knife and charged towards the other party as well.

　　At this time, seven or eight more people came in from the cooking room, it was the group of old squad leaders who had previously squatted on the roof and watched Lin Ying.

　　But Lin Ying didn't recognize this group of people, and when he saw them appear in the cooking room, his eyes were also cold: "Huh, do you have help? "

　　Lin Ying's Miao knife was in his hand as he stared at the old squad leader's group.

　　Lin Ying directly took the old squad leader's group of people as reinforcements from the opposite side.

　　As soon as the Old Squad Leader's group entered the cooking room, they saw Qing Muyang fighting with a few people from the opposite side, the crowd was first shocked, then Cobalt shouted to the crowd, "Stop, stop, all stop."

　　But none of them listened to Cobalt.

　　"Puff, puff. "

　　Qing Muyang killed seven in seven out in the crowd, when Qing Muyang walked in a circle, those present except for the tall youth with the fire axe and the fat director who were still standing, the others who fought with Qing Muyang all lay down.

　　A group of people were lying on the ground screaming continuously, and some even fainted directly.

　　With a kitchen knife, Qing Muyang had hacked over all the people he was fighting with.