Everyone's eyes were focused on the small courtyard. Some of the timid ones even covered their eyes for fear of seeing some cruel and bloody scenes...
However, the expected situation did not happen after all. Laifu was just scaring Lao Wu and had no real intention to commit suicide. Otherwise, he would have used fighting form long ago.
Even so, Lao Wu was frightened to death. He was a member of society, not a member of the death squad. This was the first time he had encountered this situation.
He couldn't help but shudder every time he thought that he might be bitten to death by a dog, dripping with blood...his neck was missing...his head was broken.
"Who else?" Chen Weidong raised his head and glanced around, looking from left to right. Wherever he looked, a group of young people all lowered their heads, not even daring to say a harsh word.
It’s not that they don’t have the guts, it’s just that... no one expected this kind of scene, and Lao Wu’s thoughts were also their thoughts!
You see, it is common for people who work out to get injured in fights. This is not an ugly thing, but it is something to show off in the future. If you get a few scars, you can brag about it when you go to the bar to pick up girls.
However, now the enemy is a dog. Is it a glorious thing to be bitten to death by a dog? In the future, when I go out to pick up girls, do I have to tell my little sister that these scars on my brother’s body were from Dadong’s family?
Was it bitten by a dog...
For this reason, the heroes on the road who are usually aggressive and aggressive can only lower their heads temporarily.
Anyway, the opponent is Brother Weihao, Dadong. If we fight with him, our group is not qualified at all, and there is no shame in losing.
Song Dongqiang lay on the ground in a daze for a long time, and finally woke up a little. He sat up and looked around, and saw that all the boys he had brought with him were leaning against the wall, with their heads lowered and not daring to speak. The posture was like
Like a grandson, he is extremely cowardly.
Brother Dongqiang was angry. He came here to deal with Song Jia and his son, and to seize the Yuanjia real estate as soon as possible so that he could announce the good news to his eldest brother. Unexpectedly, he encountered such resistance. A certain soul disliked him... He was really haunted.
He was gone, he’s back again!
In this case, don't blame me for being cruel... Song Laosan gritted his teeth and suddenly yelled: "Damn it, close the door!"
When a young man behind him heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It wasn't until Song Laosan turned around and cursed again that he realized what he was doing and hurriedly closed the courtyard gate.
Chen Weidong smiled and did not stop or say anything. He wanted to see what kind of trick the other party wanted to play.
Song Laosan waited for his younger brother to close the door, immediately stood up, took out a dark pistol from his arms, and strode towards Chen Weidong.
"Xiao Zi, come here!" Mrs. Song was startled, and hurriedly rushed over to hug her son into her arms. She stared at Song Dongqiang nervously, for fear that his mind would get hot and he would do something irrational.
"Mom, I'm 13, you surnamed Chen are so crazy! I didn't want to trouble you, but you took the initiative to send me to me, ah!?" Song Laosan pointed a gun at Chen Weidong's head and said fiercely.
"Move the gun." Chen Weidong put away his smile and said lightly.
"Ouch." Song Laosan laughed angrily, "How dare you pretend to be 13 with me? Do you really think I dare not shoot and kill you, you bitch? What the hell are you, and what capital do you have to pretend to be like this to me?
13! To tell you the truth, I have been unhappy with you for a long time. If you didn’t kneel down and kowtow to me today to apologize, this matter would never be over!”
"I'll say it again, move the gun within three numbers, otherwise you'll have to bear the consequences." Chen Weidong remained unmoved, his expression as calm as ever.
"Xiao Chen..." Mrs. Song couldn't help but speak. To be honest, she was very nervous now, fearing that Chen Weidong would not bow his head because of the young man's so-called integrity.
She knew very well who Song Dongqiang was, and she knew even better who Song Xinbiao was. However, it was not just a day or two that these two brothers worked together in collusion and ran rampant in Luo'an City. Killing a lot of people was nothing new. Anyway, Song Xinbiao
Can be covered.
According to the current situation, if someone really refuses to bow his head, then Song Dongqiang might really shoot!
"You pretend, keep pretending!" Song Dongqiang was arrogant. He waved his hand and called all the younger brothers over. He said loudly: "Listen to me. I will beat you to death in a while. It's mine to beat you to death. I guarantee you."
It’s okay! As long as…”
Before he finished speaking, a heavy punch hit him in the face. It was still a familiar position, a familiar feeling, and a familiar...depressing!!
Chen Weidong knocked Song Dongqiang over with one punch, handed over his gun, and hit him on the head with the butt of the gun, one blow after another without mercy!
In just a few strokes, Song Laosan's head was splattered with blood, and the gourd was opened so completely!
He was also completely confused. He didn't understand why he had the advantage one second ago, and why he was reversed and beaten to a pulp the next second.
This...this is unscientific!!
Chen Weidong hit Song Dongqiang five or six times with the butt of his gun, then dropped the gun, fired his bow from left to right, and slapped Song Dongqiang five or six times in the face. The clear and crisp sound was very touching.
Mrs. Song is a woman who has always been averse to violence, but she was really bullied by Song Dongqiang just now. So when she saw him being beaten, she felt a sense of revenge in her heart...
On the other hand, Song Dongqiang's gang of younger brothers don't think so. These slaps are like slaps on their own faces...
After all, the person who was slapped was their boss, and they usually followed him to eat and drink, but at the critical moment, they could only stand aside and watch him being humiliated like this. This feeling is really... Well, there is nothing I can do about it.
explain!
Chen Weidong slapped Song Dongqiang hard, then threw Song Dongqiang to the ground, and asked coldly: "I've warned you, move the gun away within three numbers, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences, you idiot, won't you listen?"
Do you understand human language or something, you have to be happy if I beat you?"
Song Dongqiang was about to cry, but he thought to himself, you didn’t even count to three times, why don’t you just start doing it...
Of course, he didn't dare to say this. At this point, it was useless to say anything. This guy was so arrogant and cruel, and trying to reason with him was obviously asking for trouble.
Chen Weidong picked up the gun on the ground with his toes, fiddled with it a few times, then looked at Song Dongqiang and said: "64 pistol, when did this get out? Are you going to use this thing against me?"
He didn't say a word. In fact, the Type 64 is less powerful. The energy of the 7.62x17mm bullet is less than one-third of the 9mm pistol bullet. It is not very powerful when firing at close range. It is not easy to kill even a dog, let alone
When it comes to hitting people, compared to the power of Old 54, which can kill you with one shot, it is simply inferior!
At present, police pistols are basically Type 92 or Type 05 9mm revolvers. Products like 64 and 77 are basically rare. Song Laosan didn’t know where he got this thing, and he still kept it as a treasure.
Same.
To be honest, even if Chen Weidong stood still and shot him, there would be no problem. Considering his current level of the Vajra Sutra, ordinary shooting would not have much effect on him. The hit on the body would only hurt a bit, that's all.
Of course, there is no need to tell Song Laosan these things. That kid doesn't know anything about it, and it's useless to educate him about it.
"Hey." Chen Weidong kicked Song Laosan in the face, frowned and said, "Get up, don't pretend to be dead."
Song Dongqiang really didn't know what to say. If he really wanted to do as he was told, he was afraid that he would be beaten again when he got up. Why bother? Since he had been hit, he might as well pretend to fight to the end.
"Hey, are you trying to imitate a turtle in front of me?" Chen Weidong raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I will count three more. If you don't get up, you will be responsible for the consequences. One, two..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Dongqiang stretched out his arms and struggled to sit up. He stared at Chen Weidong and said with a fierce expression: "Chen! You are the best this time! Tell me, what do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything to you." Chen Weidong shook his head and said: "I think you have made a mistake. All this time, I don't want to do anything to you. It's your grandson who comes to my door to make trouble again and again. I'm like
I won’t beat you, but I’ll still keep you? You’re called a standard scoundrel, do you understand?”
"I offend your mother! When did this place become your home? How shameless! Let me tell you! This house is the property of my second brother Song Yuanqi. You fucking slept with this bitch for a few nights, and you took it for granted.
Do you think of yourself as your own home? Bah! Damn you..."
Before Song Laosan could finish his sentence, he was slapped so hard that his mouth became crooked. At least seven or eight of his big teeth fell out. When he vomited, it was covered in blood.
Chen Weidong looked at the two bent silver bamboos in the corner, and then at Song Jia's mother and son behind him, his expression gradually became gloomy.
"Listen, I don't have time to chat with you. If you like to be mean-mouthed, fine, I'll sew your mouth shut now. Do you want to try it?"
"Come here!" At this point, Song Laosan had nothing to be afraid of, so he simply shouted with a leaky mouth: "I don't believe in this evil, you are such a bastard, you really dare to kill me
?”
While holding the barrel of the 64 pistol to his head, he shouted: "Chen, aren't you a cow? Aren't you talented? Come on, come on! Come here! If you can, beat me to death! Come on!"
ah!!"
Chen Weidong kicked him to the ground and said calmly: "Okay, you have the skills. I want to see if you really have the skills."
He turned back and waved his hand towards Song Jia: "Sister Song, please take Xiaozi into the house. Don't open the door unless I tell you."
"Oh... okay." Song Jia nodded mechanically, then gritted his teeth and said: "Xiao Chen, you... you must not be impulsive. It's not worth it for this kind of person. Scum."
"Well, don't worry, I'm measured." Chen Weidong smiled lightly, showing his white teeth.
Song Jia then took her son back to the house. According to Chen Weidong's instructions, she closed the door tightly, and then sat on the ground, feeling anxious as if boiling water.
After a while, a pitiful howl like a pig was heard outside the door. Listening to this voice, it seemed to be...Song Dongqiang!! (To be continued...)