Just half an hour ago, A Dong, a street slut who had a crush on the uncle, and several of his younger brothers hurriedly escaped from the civilian area of ​​​​the small courtyard where Zhao Fanchen lived.

"Brother A Dong, that old coffin boy is not going to die, is he? Did I strike too harshly? Will anyone be killed?"

"Yes, Brother Adong, I think that old man in the coffin was almost dying at that time. Should we run away?"

The perpetrator who left a wound on Uncle Chu's back with a watermelon knife was obviously a little scared. He wrapped the watermelon knife in a black plastic bag and hid it in a trash can on the roadside. He looked around with a guilty conscience and followed

Adong, whose arm was dislocated, screamed softly from behind.

Everyone comes out to join society just for money. They don’t dare to commit murder. Those are the desperadoes that can only be done by famous gangsters and gangsters. They just come out to make a living and follow the old ass.

They are just pretending to be cool, bragging, and being defeated. Usually they are just supporting the scene, cheering, and so on. When it comes to killing people in a fight, unless you have an absolute advantage in numbers, you will only get killed.

At noon today, I heard that Brother Biaozi was beaten and admitted to the hospital. A Dong and the others had been following Biaozi for a living. As soon as they stopped, the boss was stabbed and was already lying in the hospital. Since he was

Immediately, it was as grand as the death of my biological father. I bought an oversized wreath at the flower shop, which cost more than a thousand yuan. Then I took a taxi and rushed to the hospital with the wreath in my hands. Biaozi saw the result.

At that time, the wreath was so angry that he slapped it to A Dong. The wreath that these idiots sent to Biaozi was actually white lilies and golden chrysanthemums. They had little study and had no meaning at all. The flowers in the flower shop at that time were

People said it was golden tail popping chrysanthemums. A Dong touched his face, looked at the wreath in his hand, and said aggrievedly: "Brother Biaozi, don't you like popping chrysanthemums?"

After coming out of the hospital in disgrace, A Dong found out that the person who crippled Brother Biaozi was named Zhao Fanchen, so he thought that if he could give Brother Biaozi some relief, he might be able to get Biaozi's strong appreciation in the future.

, or it is not impossible to cultivate him into a confidant. A Dong clearly remembers that a few days ago, a girl next to Brother Biaozi who got tired of playing with him directly rewarded it to his confidant for fun. Sometimes if he is lucky, he can even catch a Shuangfeiyan.

, so A Dong was wondering when he could catch a **** swallow.

After thinking about it, I feel that Zhao Fanchen is too difficult to deal with, but I don’t dare to mess with him. You must know that Brother Biaozi, who is very good at beating, is still lying in the hospital. Only a few of them can beat Biaozi to death.

, then it was just a matter of looking for a target, so A Dong decided to start with the people around Zhao Fanchen. He found out where Zhao Fanchen lived, and after confirming that Zhao Fanchen was not there, he rushed over to prepare for a random attack in the small yard.

He saved some face for Biaozi, but he didn't expect to meet Uncle Chu when he came back to collect the rags, so A Dong decided to attack the old man. He was originally a second-rate man who only dared to attack old people and children.

After Uncle Chu was injured, A Dong began to imagine that if Brother Biao knew about this matter, it would definitely be a great achievement.

"Fuck! Look at how talented you two are. Are you so scared? I'm so scared of you. Damn it, you can't handle anything big. You have to know that we are here for Brother Biaozi.

It's definitely a great achievement to regain your face. Even if the old coffin man dies, it's not a big deal. With Brother Biaozi here, what can he do if a commoner with a flat head dies?" A Dong said.

He kept calm and boasted, holding a cigarette sideways in his mouth and curling his lips. The sparks from the cigarette tip fell and burned several holes in the Yichun brand T-shirt he bought yesterday. He hurriedly patted it with his hands.

I checked it a few times and looked distressed. I bought it yesterday after a discount and spent dozens of dollars on it.

He casually took out a bunch of bright red banknotes from his butt pocket, which immediately made the eyes of the long-haired fools following behind him brighten up. They watched eagerly as A Dong dipped his saliva in his hands and counted the money. A Dong threw it to him generously.

One big note for each person: "Take it and go relax at night and find a technician from Yangzhou to shoot a cannon to defeat the fire first."

"Brother A Dong is so refreshing. Who should we be afraid of if he is a gangster to me? I'm afraid of him."

"Brother A Dong, a pure man, I support you and fuck you. In the technical school, Brother Biaozi has the final say. If he says a word, it will be more effective than the police station. There will be no problem."

The few sluts behind him took the hundred-yuan bills and shouted proudly. When they thought about enjoying a relaxing moment in the evening and being served by those young, beautiful and enthusiastic technicians, the few sluts had blazing eyes and subconsciously licked the corners of their mouths.

, full of enthusiasm.

He asked a gangster to buy a Hongtashan at a roadside kiosk and distributed it to several gangsters. A Dong waved his hand: "Go to the underground billiards hall."

The underground billiards hall is next to the technical school. There are Internet cafes, billiards halls, and game halls below. Most of the people who come here to play are students from the nearby technical school, and then there are the 213 young people in society like A Dong who are not doing their jobs and wandering around. As we walk in

In the basement, the students from the technical school were shouting "Brother Dong" to Adong. It felt so good.

Two students from the technical school quickly gave up the middle seat in the billiard hall to A Dong. A very discerning student called over two young girls dressed as non-mainstream girls, with stockings and short skirts, and a large area of ​​​​their upper body exposed.

The palm-sized leather jacket on the waist wrapped the breasts that were not fully developed. The two little girls came closer and held A Dong's arm. They smiled coquettishly and leaned against A Dong's body. They rested comfortably on the little girls' little ones.

Grabbing a handful on his butt, A Dong gave a bad laugh, lowered his head and said something in the ears of the two little girls. The two little girls immediately laughed: "Brother A Dong, how good are you?

!I don’t want to touch you at night!”

At this time, a taxi stopped outside the underground billiards hall. A man who looked like a migrant worker came down. He looked at the signboard of the underground Internet cafe hanging on the stairs and walked down the stairs. There was a lot of noise inside.

Playing loud music, there is an Internet cafe on the left, a game room on the right, and a billiards hall in the middle. There are not many long-haired young men playing table tennis. When he saw someone coming in, A Dong, who was lying on the billiard table and aiming at the black eight, subconsciously

He tilted his head and then slowly straightened up, holding the billiard stick in his hand. The other second-rate guys also stared at the uninvited guest who came down the stairs with arrogant and domineering expressions.

Because there are very few people from the migrant workers union in this underground Internet cafe, when a young guy came out of the toilet with gauze wrapped around his head and had not yet zipped up his zipper, when he saw this person, he suddenly lost his temper.

He was in trouble, his face turned pale, and he stammered: "He? He's here, he's the one who beat the bastards."

A Dong's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but as soon as he thought that this was his own territory, he suddenly became more courageous. With a wink, some of the gangsters under his command yelled: "Stop fucking playing, just leave it to me."

The copycat guy, someone with a kick in the game came to the door."

The students from the technical school, who were sitting happily playing games and surfing the Internet, picked up the steel pipe pickaxe handle under the table, each with a sinister smile on their lips, and surrounded Zhao Fanchen without knowing the heights of the world.

Facing a group of blind young people who were second-rate members of society, Zhao Fanchen didn't even look at it. He took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, took a puff and said, "That one of yours is A Dong?"

"Damn, Male Gobi. You, a stinky migrant worker, dare to come here to find Brother A Dong. Damn it. I think you are tired of living, right?" A second-rate guy who doesn't understand reality spat it out with a sigh.

He took the cigarette butt out of his mouth and hit Zhao Fanchen's head with the steel pipe in his hand. He stretched out his hand and pinched the hand and neck of the second-rate young man. His face changed horribly and his hand cracked when Zhao Fanchen pinched it. It hurt.

The second-rate young man yelled and sweated on his head. The steel pipe in his hand came loose. Zhao Fanchen caught it in his hand. With a snap, the steel pipe hit the second-rate young man's neck. He screamed strangely,

The whole person was whipped and flew out sideways.

Behind him, a 213-year-old man with earrings launched a sneak attack from behind with a blade in his hand. The blade struck Zhao Fanchen's back quickly and fiercely. On one side of his body, Blind Qing jumped away, holding the blade in his hand.

Being stepped on by a foot, he was stunned for a moment and wanted to pull away, turn around and cut again. When he looked up, he saw a simple and honest smiling face, and Blind Qing cursed angrily: "Fuck!" Zhao Fanchen would still give

When he had the chance, before he finished speaking, a steel pipe was hit on his head, and blood flowed from his forehead. He held his head with both hands, screamed and was knocked backwards.

The second-rate young men stopped trying to rush forward and looked at this fierce and ruthless man with some horror. No one expected that they would encounter a tough problem today and step on a nail.

"Let me tell you for the last time who is A Dong? Anyone who beats people in the civilian area tonight should stand up to me. This is a private matter and has nothing to do with other people. Anyone who doesn't want to be hospitalized should get out of here." Zhao Fanchen held it in his hand.

He was smoking, his tone was neither burnt nor dry, and he couldn't tell how angry he was.

"Fuck you, uncle!" A few second-rate men didn't believe this evil, and rushed forward with knives brandished. Zhao Fanchen sneered, and kicked one of the second-rate men in the crotch. The man screamed strangely, and lay on the ground, mouth

Foaming from his mouth, he turned around and kicked one away. He struck out fiercely and pinched the Adam's apple of the remaining second-rate man with two fingers: "Who is A Dong? You can choose not to say, but your Adam's apple

It will be like this beer bottle."

Bang, Zhao Fanchen didn’t know when the beer bottle he was holding in his hand came into close contact with the second-rate man’s head. Blood flowed out, and his head was covered with glass slag. He didn’t dare to move. He turned around and glanced at the people surrounding him.

Everyone in the group, this bunch of ne’er-do-wells, was obviously a little scared. They all took a step back subconsciously when they were caught by his cold eyes.

This is a fucking bandit! The attack was too harsh. He was really afraid that his Adam's apple would be crushed like a beer bottle. The second-rate man's inner defense finally collapsed. The wise man A Dong with a trembling voice said: "Yes?

It's him!"

After kicking the second-rate guy away, Zhao Fanchen looked at A Dong. The second-rate guy who followed A Dong in beating people tonight was scared to death. Before A Dong could say harsh words, he was kicked in the lower abdomen and flew out.

, broke down several billiards cases, and the gang of thugs who originally wanted to commit murder were all students from a technical school. When they saw something was wrong, they immediately dispersed. Several thugs who were beating people tonight also wanted to run away in the chaos, but they heard someone coming from behind.

A voice came: "The one who beats you tonight will stay."

The steps of the few idiots stopped abruptly. Their whole bodies were frozen with chills and they didn't dare to move. Zhao Fanchen walked over, grabbed A Dong's hair, and slammed him against the wall, breaking the door in front of A Dong.

Blood was flowing, and he was wailing again and again: "Brother, I didn't hit him, it was those two bastards who chopped him up. You really don't care about my business. Please stop beating me. Can you tell me something?"

"Fuck, you still dare to talk back." He directly gave Adong a steel pipe and ignored his yelling like a pig. Zhao Fanchen grabbed his head and continued to bang him against the wall. Finally, he let go and let him go against the wall by himself.

Bang: "I didn't say stop. If you dare to stop, I will break your legs."

Seeing Zhao Fanchen walking towards him, the thugs who were beating people were immediately frightened to death. Their buttocks trembled and they swallowed hard. These few people were the only ones left in the large underground Internet cafe, quietly.

Damn it, you could hear the sound of swallowing saliva clearly. At this time, there was only the muffled sound of A Dong hitting his head against the wall.

"Who cut him up?" Zhao Fanchen said as he took out another cigarette and lit it.

With a pop, the three bastards knelt down tremblingly, begging for mercy in a hurry: "Brother, we really didn't mean it. Please let us go."

He didn't mean to be merciful at all. He grabbed the arms of the three thugs and twisted them hard. The three of them screamed in pain, which echoed in the empty underground billiard hall, and their arms were twisted into twists.

Zhao Fanchen sneered and said: "I didn't mean it. If anything happens to the old man, I won't mind breaking your legs and letting you lie in bed for the rest of your life. Now you slap each other in the mouth, I don't

If anyone dares to stop talking, you know the consequences."
Chapter completed!