Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The security chief unconsciously hunched his body a little, nodded and bowed as he took the rubles from He Daqing's hand.

"Dear sir, you are so generous!

Who in the dance hall doesn’t smoke?

Your cigarette smells so good, it must be very expensive, right?

It is their blessing to be able to smell it for a few times.

You can smoke as much as you want, in this dance hall, my words are effective..."

He Daqing didn't even look at the security chief, he raised his hand and slammed another thousand rubles on the table.

"You are quite sensible boy, I will give you a reward..."

Several young girls stared with their eyes wide open, and began to rub their sexy bodies against He Daqing.

He Daqing laughed and took out a handful of rubles from his pocket and gave a few to each Maomei.

"All of them, all of them, please don't wrinkle my suit..."

Damn, the feeling of consumption is so great!

The security chief gasped. If he could get the thousand rubles, it would be worth it even if he gave up his job as a security guard.

"Dear sir, your generosity is like the light shining from heaven!

I, Anton the Coward, am honored to meet you. You can use me for anything.

As long as you don't burn down this dance hall, you can do whatever you want here, Anton the Coward will protect you..."

He Daqing waved his hand casually, as if to shoo away a fly.

"Go down..."

He Daqing raised his nose and looked provocatively at the people sitting in other booths around him, but no one dared to look at him.

You know, just now that group of Russians were glaring at He Daqing.

The main reason is that He Daqing's table is too eye-catching. Not only are the food and drinks delicious, but the girls are all prettier than the other. How could he not arouse envy?

If He Daqing wasn't tall and strong, and looked a bit tough, he would have been beaten up by the jealous Russians long ago.

When the music started again, He Daqing led the girls to the dance floor.

He Daqing is very busy. Not only does he have to touch other girls, but he also has to protect his own girl from being touched by others.

Just when He Daqing was having a great time, he suddenly found two black guys taking care of the girl he had reserved.

Maomei was obviously not interested in these two black things. She kept shaking her head and dodging.

You know, in this era.

Black people are still synonymous with backwardness and ignorance, and they are only fit to be worked like slaves.

I don’t know how these two black people appeared in the underground dance hall of the Soviet Union.

Mao Mei's dodging obviously aroused the interest of the black people. They became more unscrupulous and even stretched out their hands to grab something handy and try the feel.

He Daqing stepped forward and opened the black hand.

He held the Maomei in his arms, glared at the two black guys fiercely, and declared his sovereignty.

"You two black guys, get away from me.

If you dare to harass my female companion again, I will make you bleed immediately."

The two Heizhou men smiled contemptuously, obviously not taking He Daqing's threat seriously.

One of the black people said arrogantly:

"Russian, if you give me this woman, I will not care about your offense just now."

Another Black State lackey, also with an arrogant look on his face, introduced the leading Black State man.

“Russian, this is our supreme chief of Bababwe.

The whole of Bababwe is under the rule of our chief, who is like Stalin to you Soviets.

It is an honor for a woman to be favored by our chief.

You better get out of the way quickly, otherwise our chief will be angry and the consequences will be serious.

We have been personally invited by Comrade Khrushchev to attend this 20th Congress..."

The great chief listened to his lackey's introduction with pride, and when he saw that He Daqing didn't say anything, he thought that He Daqing was frightened by him.

"Huh, you're scared now?

This chief is in a hurry to play with a woman, so I won’t bother with you.

Woman, follow this chief..."

After the chief finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the Maomei in He Daqing's arms.

He Daqing glared at him. This black guy didn't take me seriously. He was simply looking for death.

He raised his hand, grabbed the chief's ankle, and twisted it.

The great chief grimaced in pain and hunched his body like a wimp.

“Let go, let go of this chief.

Abuda, why don't you help me?

This chief will remove you from your position as general when I return..."

Abuda didn't want to lose his position as general, so he immediately punched He Daqing.

He Daqing grinned, gently pushed away the Mao girl in his arms, and pulled the chief into his arms.

He used a little skill to push the chief in front of him.

Abuda's fist, which was as big as a casserole, hit the chief's face hard, knocking out two of his front teeth.

As expected of a Heizhou guy who is a general, he is really strong.

The chief was so angry that he was not beaten by outsiders, but was beaten by his most trusted subordinates.

“Abuda, do you want to rebel?

When this chief returns, I will reduce you to a slave and give your wives to the lowest beggars.

I'm also going to roast your son on a skewer..."

Abuda thought of the terrible consequences, and his tall body couldn't stop shaking.

He knew the chief's character better than anyone else.

The chief was not just saying this casually, he really had a cannibalistic hobby, and he especially liked to eat children.

Any Black Continental who offended the chief would not have a good ending, and they and their families would be tortured to death by the cruel chief.

Abuda immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Big Chief, it wasn't me who beat him, it was this Russian guy who did it.

Please forgive me once, please forgive me once."

The chief's eyes rolled.

"It's not impossible to spare you this time, just beat that Russian guy to death."

Abuda quickly agreed, stood up, and kicked towards He Daqing.

Abuda used all his strength to kick He Daqing in the crotch.

There was a ferocious smile on his face. This was his famous skill. Any man who fell under this kick would lose his balls.

He could even foresee He Daqing's fate, lying on the ground wailing with broken eggs in his arms.

He Daqing grinned, grabbed the chief's hand and pulled hard again.

The chief turned around and faced Abuda directly.

The next second, the great chief let out a sharp, strange cry, his body shook like a sieve, and he collapsed to the ground.

Abuda looked at his toes in disbelief. He actually kicked the chief's balls to pieces.

"Ha ha!

Abuda, you kicked your chief's balls.

Guess how your chief will treat you and your family when he returns?

If I were you, I would never let the chief return to Bababwe..."

He Daqing's words, like the devil's temptation, lingered in Abuda's mind...