Kapitel 77: Chapter 79: Fast, accurate and ruthless
Murphy asked for a dozen beers and kept on toasting with James Franco, alcohol brings two people closer together, and since he's been under a bit of stress lately, it's not a bad way to let off some steam.
The time is getting late, the bar is starting to become lively, more and more people came into the bar, looking from the second floor, the seats on the first floor are almost full, many people came up from the staircase side, looking for a suitable seat on the second floor, just when Murphy finished off another bottle of beer, a fat man wearing glasses came over, and sat on the table behind James Franco.
Unlike the others, he was alone, sitting with his back to James Franco, seemingly in a bad mood, and Murphy vaguely heard him ask for a bottle of vodka.
James Franco put down the bottle in his hand and pointed at Murphy, ''You think you're hiding it so well that I can't see it? You're just fooling silly, naive girls like Carey Mulligan."
His mouth was full of booze and Murphy didn't care, neither one of them was any less drunk than the other, spewing it at him, "You're very smart, and you almost got emasculated by a naïve girl!"
He purposely emphasized the emasculated, mocking nonchalantly, "If I hadn't yelled at you to stop, you wouldn't have a dick right now!"
As if that wasn't enough, Murphy hiccuped and added, "You can save yourself a process by having a sex change operation, too!"
Obviously, he was a little drunk.
A few moments of embarrassment appeared on James Franco's old face, "I ... I ..."
He gulped and argued forcefully, "We were rehearsing there!"
Drinking too much wine naturally made his voice louder, but fortunately, the bar was already quite noisy, and no one was paying attention to their side for the time being.
"You, Jim!"
Even after drinking too much, Murphy didn't forget what he was here for, raising his finger to point at James Franco, and nodding a few times, "You're an ungrateful pedophile . Pedophile!"
"Me?" James Franco pointed to his open mouth, he was obviously drunk as well, "What's it to you that I'm a pedophile? It's not you in the middle ..."
"It's not if I'm in the middle," Murphy interrupted directly, emphasizing one side again, "You don't have a dick anymore!"
"You ..." James Franco had just taken a sip of wine and nearly choked his lungs, hurriedly swallowed it into his stomach and raised his voice, "I won't fall for your tricks again even if I don't have a penis! "
"You admit you don't have any balls?" Murphy hemmed and hawed and sneered twice, "I know why you don't want to join my crew, because Carey Mulligan is there and you're afraid of being emasculated by her."
"I ..." James Franco straightened his neck, "I ... would be afraid of her?"
Despite the high pitch of his voice, anyone could hear the undercurrent.
Murphy shook his head, "Eggless guy! I really wonder if you've been abused by other underage girls as well."
James Franco slapped the table heavily with a loud thud and distinguished loudly, "Not at all!"
The sound of him slapping the table and speaking was so high that Murphy deliberately blocked his ears, and many people around him looked this way, sizing up James Franco with curious gazes.
"You dog XX raised ...," an angry roar rang out from behind James Franco, "Can you fucking let people drink?"
The fat man who had previously sat behind James Franco stood up, his fat face with glasses was red, he had obviously drank a lot as well, and was staring at Rotten Ranlan with an angry gaze.
Seemingly having held back for a long time, the fat man with the eyes roared in a voice no less than James Franco's, "You eggless twat, if you don't keep quiet I'm going to shove your head up your ass!"
"I%$...," a string of expletives popped out of James Franco's mouth as he stepped forward and reached out to grab the fat man by the collar.
Both men had been drinking, and quite a bit of it, and the alcohol acted as a catalyst.
The fat man was not willing to show weakness, and pushed on James Franco's chest, his strength was obviously bigger than James Franco's, and he pushed Rotten Ranlan back several consecutive steps, and retreated directly to the side of Murphy, and if it was not for Murphy reaching out to help, Rotten Ranlan would definitely be pushed back.
"You %$$..." James Franco mouth popped out another piece of profanity.
Not waiting for him to finish his expletives, that fat man rushed over in two steps, one hand choked James Franco's neck, and the other hand was about to grab the wine bottle on Murphy's table.
Murphy immediately stood up, no matter what James Franco is his companion, if he was smashed on his head by this bottle, his brain will burst, blood and flesh will not be to, but his head will be broken and bleeding for sure.
There was no way he could sit back and watch James Franco get smashed up like that.
The eye fat man's hand had just picked up the bottle, and before he had time to swing it up, Murphy probed forward with a speed much faster than his, and his right fist hit the fat man's cheek as hard as a stone.
Murphy doesn't know any kung fu, and he hasn't practiced any combat arts, his fighting skills are all from prison brawls, and the punches he throws are nothing but fast, accurate, and hard.
I don't know why, the fat man felt as if he was hit by a mad bull in his hometown farm, his glasses flew out, his head was violently tilted back, driving his whole body to keep retreating, retreating several steps in a row, directly hitting his table, half of his body collapsed on it.
Narrowing a pair of small eyes under the glasses, he vaguely saw that it was that eggless guy's companion out of the hand, forcefully supported the table, just wanted to stand up and rushed over to settle the score, his head suddenly dizzy, fell to the ground with a thud.
Sprawled on the floor, he shook his head vigorously, which made him feel better.
"What are you guys doing?"
A bellowing sound came from over the stairway, and several security personnel ran over, directly separating Murphy, James Franco, and the man, the leader of which said loudly, "Don't make trouble here, if you fight, please get out."
This is Rodel Street in Beverly Hills, the bar often has celebrities coming in and out, the quality of the security personnel is quite high.
Two security personnel came over to stare at Murphy and James Franco, and one to watch the fat man with the eyes, the one in the lead made a gesture of please leave, and the hands of several others raised, with the gesture of pushing them out if they didn't leave.
"We'll go on our own." Murphy spread his hands and held James Franco, "Let's go."
James Franco broke free of Murphy's hand and wobbled forward, "I can walk, I don't need your help."
Although he was drunk, he was not completely drunk, and as he walked, he also looked back at Murphy, with surprise in his gaze, completely not expecting this selfish guy to step in and help himself.
Murphy followed James Franco, with a couple of security officers in between, and the fat man with glasses behind him, and was pressed out of the bar.
Once out of the bar, the security personnel pulled back, no longer caring about them at all.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein