"Ah Sheng, what's going on? Who are they?" Biaozi asked.
"Brother Biao, these people are here to stand up for Zhang Wei. They have troublesome ideas. You should run away quickly." Brother Sheng said weakly while lying on the ground.
"**, I thought he was a soft persimmon. Who would have thought of kicking the iron plate?" After hearing Ah Sheng's explanation, Biaozi also understood the general situation and knew that this matter might not be rectified.
Biaozi's eyes flickered, he looked at a dozen big men in black, then at his brother lying on the ground, and finally looked at Zhao Wenlong, the light in his eyes became more determined, and said secretly: "Since it is Zhao Wenlong who has caused this problem,
Let him deal with his own troubles. He can't harm himself and his brothers because of him.
"Brothers, if we have something to talk about, what happened tonight was all a misunderstanding. You can sit down and explain the matter clearly." Biaozi forced a smile on his face and decided to communicate with the other party and said.
"Fuck you, where did all this nonsense come from."
The fat man with a black face who was the leader of the men in black had a look of impatience on his face. He waved the baseball bat in his hand and hit Biaozi in the face. He knocked Biaozi to the ground and sneered.
road:
"Brothers, what are you doing standing still? Just relax."
As soon as the black-faced fat man finished speaking, a dozen burly men gathered around, with a hint of excitement and joking on their faces, just like a hunter dealing with his prey, waving the baseball bat in his hand towards Biaozi and Biaozi.
Zhao Wenlong and others smashed it away.
"ah……"
"Help..."
A dozen burly men held baseball bats and beat Biaozi hard. Zhao Wenlong and the five of them, because there were too many monks and too little food, a few burly men in black had no opponents, so they took out the five Sheng brothers lying on the ground and vented their anger.
The entrance of the factory building looks like a slaughterhouse.
Zhao Wenlong was already a little dumbfounded when he saw the burly men rushing toward him. When the two burly men hit him with baseball bats, he felt a bone-shattering pain, and the fear in his heart was even worse.
Almost swallowed him up.
"Please stop fighting. I'll give you whatever you want." Zhao Wenlong is not a tough guy. He is just a somewhat arrogant second-generation rich man. He has never seen anyone on the street take action. He has long been frightened.
Overwhelmed.
"Brothers, stop fighting. We are all on the same page. If you have anything to say, just say it." Biaozi lay on the ground, covering his vitals, his cheeks covered with blood.
When Biaozi saw these men in black taking action, he knew that they were all professionally trained, and they were not comparable to the gangsters under him. In other words, the two sides were not on the same level at all. If he was speaking harshly or saying harsh words,
, I'm afraid it can only be a dead end.
These men in black led by the fat man with a black face were not good people. At first they were just following orders, but later they were looking for excitement and venting. They had no intention of stopping, as if they didn't care about the life or death of this group of people.
A few minutes later, a bald man walked out of the Mercedes-Benz and cursed at the crazy group of men in black: "Heizi, don't kill me, I haven't asked you yet?"
"Okay, the boss has spoken, he must stop it." Hearing what the bald Biao said, the fat man with black face quickly stopped him and said, "You bunch of bastards, you will go crazy as soon as he lets you do it."
"Hey, you didn't hear what I said, and your mother is kicking him."
"And you, don't let your mother pee on him, and there are other programs he has going on!"
The fat man with a black face scolded the big men in black, pulled away a few people who were playing crazy, and even kicked their butts, thus maintaining order at the scene.
"Drag the newly beaten boys in front of the boss and ask him to question them," the fat man with black face shouted.
As soon as the black-faced fat man finished speaking, several men in black pulled and dragged Biaozi and Zhao Wenlong in front of the bald man like they were dragging dogs to death.
"This is his motherfucker's question! Let's go to sleep! Let them raise their heads." The bald man said with some dissatisfaction when he saw several people lying on the ground like dead dogs, or lying on their backs.
"Who are you talking about? Kneel down on the ground and raise your face." The fat man with black face kicked Zhao Wenlong who was closest to him and threatened.
"You're still beating me? You're almost dying for me, and you're still asking questions." Seeing several people's bloody and half-dead state, the bald man slapped the fat man with a dark face on the back of his head and cursed.
"Boss, these guys are so shady, they have nothing to do with me." The fat man with a black face said with an aggrieved look on his face.
"He's the one who beats you the most. Three of these five people are yours, and they pretend to be me." The bald man scolded.
"Hehe...Boss, why are you always staring at me!" After hearing what the bald man said, the fat man with black face said a little embarrassed.
"Stop talking nonsense to me and pick them all up. I want to see who dares to touch my brother." The bald man scolded.
Those black-faced men were so ruthless that Zhao Wenlong and Biaozi could not even sit up, let alone kneeling on the ground. They could only be kneeled on the ground by two people, so that the bald man could see their faces clearly.
"Tell me, who is the boss here?" the bald man walked up to the five people and asked.
"I...I am." Biaozi replied feebly. He was completely scared now. These men in black were much crazier than him.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Brother Biao." Biaozi replied smoothly. After he finished speaking, he felt that he had said the wrong thing and quickly added: "My name is Biaozi, my name is Biaozi."
"Papa..."
The bald man heard Biaozi's words, stretched out his right hand and slapped him twice, and cursed: "You **** call me Brother Biao, I call you Mao!"
"Hahaha, boss, this kid actually has the same name as you!" The fat man with black face said, stretched out his right hand, slapped Biaozi who was kneeling on the ground, and laughed and cursed:
"You bastard, you still want to be my boss!"
"You are Brother Biao!" "Biaozi" who was kneeling on the ground, after hearing the conversation between the two, looked at the bald Brother Biao with wide eyes and said, "It's really Brother Biao, I am Sanpao!"
The 'Biaozi' kneeling on the ground, his real name is Zheng Guohua and his nickname is Sanpao. He used to be a peripheral boy of Bald Biaozi. Later, he also wanted to get some fame, so he left Bald Biaozi and became a few juniors.
The gangster boss.
As for the name "Biaozi", it was just given by him.
"Boss, this kid looks a bit familiar." Heizi looked at the fake Biaozi who was kneeling on the ground, turned to the bald Biaozi and muttered.
"Brother Heizi, do you still remember me? I even toasted you." said the fake 'Biaozi' who was kneeling on the ground.
The bald Biaozi had so many younger brothers that it was impossible to recognize them all, but the fake 'Biaozi' kneeling on the ground looked a little familiar and cursed: "If you dare to pretend to be my name again, I will destroy you!"
"Brother Biao, I don't dare anymore. I changed my name back from today, and I'm still called Sanpao!" Fake Biaozi, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly shook his head and said.
"Go away, I'll take care of you later." The bald Biaozi kicked San Pao down, walked towards Zhao Wenlong who was standing aside, and said.
"You must be Zhao Wenlong!" The bald guy grabbed Zhao Wenlong's hair, looked down at his face, spat, and asked.
"I am Zhao Wenlong, and my father is Zhao Kuangsheng from Haisheng Company." Zhao Wenlong still lost his previous arrogance and replied with a look of fear.
"Pa..."
After hearing what Zhao Wenlong said, the bald guy stretched out his right hand, slapped Zhao Wenlong on the cheek, and said: "Fuck you, I'm not afraid if your father calls you Zhao Kuangyin!"
"Boss, isn't Zhao Kuangyin the emperor of the Tang Dynasty?" Heizi remembered that he had heard of this name, and said a little fondly.
"Heizi...you have watched too many TV series." After hearing his younger brother's words, the bald Biaozi twitched the corner of his mouth, not even bothering to teach him a lesson.
"Boss, what do you mean?" Heizi asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"It's okay. Everyone has been confirmed. I'll leave this to you. I'll go back first." Bald Biaozi patted Heizi on the shoulder and warned.
"Okay, I'll take care of it," the fat man with black face promised, patting his chest.
"Yeah." Brother Bald Biao responded, then took his seven brothers and drove away in two Mercedes-Benz cars, leaving a sedan and a business car for Heizi.
"Bang bang..." After watching the two cars leave, Heizi showed an excited smile and shouted: "Brothers, go get the first aid kit from the car and bandage them."
"Thank you, Brother Heizi, thank you, Brother Heizi." Sanpao said with gratitude as he lay on the ground. He thought that Heizi was thinking about old friendships, so he treated them immediately.
"No need to thank me, you can tell us if you are hungry or thirsty," Heizi said with a smile.
"Brother Heizi, thank you." Sanpao said excitedly.
"Thank you Kuroko!"
"Thank you, Brother Heizi." Several of Sanpao's younger brothers also thanked him, feeling that they had escaped a disaster.
"Brother Heizi, didn't the boss ask you to deal with them? Why are you so nice to them?" A man in black asked with some confusion.
"You know nothing!" Heizi glared at the other party and scolded:
"Cure their injuries and let them have enough to eat, so that their bodies can be strong, so that we can use more tricks to torture them. Otherwise, what's the point of playing to death all at once."
After hearing what the fat man with a black face said, the man in black didn't know how to describe his thoughts. There was a trace of sarcasm on his face, he raised his thumb and said, "Brother Heizi... you are so stupid."
Sanpao, Zhao Wenlong and the others opened their mouths wide and trembled slightly after hearing the words of the fat black-faced man. They could no longer describe the fear in their hearts after falling into the hands of such a ruthless man.
"Okay, the bandages are almost done, so let me hoist them into the factory. Tonight is just the beginning, the fun is yet to come." The fat man with a black face said with a smile.
When Zhang Wenlong heard what Heizi said, his face immediately wrinkled into chrysanthemums. Just now he asked Sanpao how to torture Zhang Wei, and Sanpao gave him three ideas: gang fight, kneeling down to slap him in the face, and hanging the factory building. Unexpectedly, these three But he used the trick on himself! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)