Chapter 92 Follow the other party’s plan and deal with them

  After we left, a bald-headed brother opened his mouth and asked: "What he said just now, didn't he point to whom, right?"

  Old Pei lit a cigarette, vomited a smoke ring, and thought: "Isn't he lighting someone, maybe let us pass this on."

  Everyone was stunned again, and Old Pei said: "These people are decent, Mo'er was stabbed, and his complexion has not changed from beginning to end."

  "Yeah, that Da Zhuang was born as a fucking special soldier. If they don't jump up, they will have no reason."

  A group of people chatted a few words and then left the private room, but when they passed the cash register, they were suddenly stopped by the cashier.

  "Why, didn't you buy it?" A big brother suddenly yelled, and his face was very ugly, even Old Pei frowned.

  "No, this big brother bought it alone, but that big brother has prepared some gifts for several people."

  The cashier smiled, and then he and the other two employees took out a few cardboard boxes.

  "What's this?" Old Pei asked.

  "The eldest brother said, one person has two Chinese and two bottles of Wuliangye."

  Everyone looked at a few cardboard boxes, but for an instant, their frowning brows snapped and unfolded, and they felt comfortable.

  Old Pei was silent for a while, and uttered a few words: "This friend, I'm settled."

  "Fuck, you have all made friends, what can I do?"

  "It's comfortable to do things and has the temperament of being a big brother."

  A group of people were very emotional. They seemed to feel old, and then left with tobacco and alcohol. Even the little brother who was waiting for the bureau had a share.

  ...

  Twenty minutes later, at the back hill of the pitch-black Pingyuan Cemetery, a tall thorn swayed with the wind, and the cold wind howled.

  "boom!"

  Qi Yang was smashed to the ground, Da Zhuang rushed up and kicked his chest. Qi Yang's body suddenly tripled on the ground, and then lay weakly on the ground.

  Only the headlights of the minivan were shining on the back mountain where you could not see your fingers.

  Qi Yang, the mentally ill killer, was like a dying leech at this time, his body slowly trembling and convulsing.

  He is lucky and unfortunate.

  Fortunately, for so many years, everyone was too afraid to catch him, even if he lost some money, he recognized it, which allowed him to pursue his dream of being an Internet celebrity regardless of survival.

  Unfortunately, even after counting for a few days and deliberately delaying for a few days, he still fell into my hands.

  I thought that as before, he would be able to completely calm the scene by stabbing anyone twice as hard as before.

  But he was disappointed, and met the gangster Hanmo, the God of War.

  What's more, today is our team's first shot in the North District. To put it bluntly, tonight is a desperate squabble. Then the three of us will desperately do it for them.

  Because we cannot afford to lose.

The mountain behind the desolate cemetery, the cold wind roared, and there was no trace of human beings in sight.

  Qiyang lay a few meters away, the three of us stood, Hanmo's calves were simply wrapped with hemostatic gauze.

  "Fuck you!"

  Qiyang felt that his whole body was almost falling apart, especially with Hanmo's elbow, he felt his brain shifted.

  But this did not force him to lower his head, clutching the injured part, turning around, facing the three of us with his head, cursing with gritted teeth.

  "Your mouth, I have to fucking punch you out."

  Da Zhuang raised his eyebrows, took out the seven sun dagger he had picked up, and walked towards him in a stride.

  "Fuck your mother! Damn! Xiangnan, He Dazhuang, Hanmo, remember, if you don't kill me today, I'll fucking kill you all!" Seven-faced violent and crazy words resounded through the mountains.

  Hearing this, Hanmo and Da Zhuang opened their mouths instantly, and were stunned, looking at me blankly.

  I waved to Dazhuang, walked up slowly, and squinted at him: "Who came for you?" My face was so gloomy and scary, and my mood was extremely complicated.

  "Fuck you!" He held his head, and after a few seconds he wanted to jump up.

  "boom!"

  Da Zhuang pushed his foot on his neck without hesitation, and suddenly his body rolled again.

  He let out a miserable cry, cursed while holding his head, and began to curse in a different way without stopping.

  "Swordsman?" Hanmo came up and looked at me with a frown. I nodded, and he walked over with his head held high.

  "Boom boom boom!"

  With three consecutive kicks, he kicked Qiyang's back waist fiercely.

  "Are you a swordsman? You want to kill someone? Don't you want to kill you?"

  "Boom boom boom!" The sound of the leather boots hitting the flesh was quite three-dimensional.

  After a few clicks, the phone in Qiyang's trouser pocket broke into two pieces.

  "Ah... fuck!"

  Qi Yang's painful face was twisted, and his blood vessels jumped.

  "Bang!" Hanmo stared, shaking his powerful thigh mechanically.

  "Bang!" Gabba!

  Qiyang’s ribs were kicked off.

  I squatted down, grabbed his hair, bit his cheek and asked him: "Listen to your accent, just fucking local, tell me, who asked you to come, I won't make you embarrassing!"

  "Bah!" A mouthful of blood squirted at me, my head sideways, the blood wiping the scalp and flying over.

  "Fuck you! I can guess if you don't say it! Stupid!"

   I cursed, and stood up. The mouth of this coercion was not the usual strict, conventional means, and I would definitely not be able to ask behind the scenes.

   "I'll pull it back and definitely ask." Da Zhuang stepped forward and started to fight.

   I shook my head: "It's useless. I take money to do errands." I took out a paper towel and wiped my hands. I rushed to Dazhuang and said, "Take him with him and visit his house."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You are like this..." I confessed to him in a low voice. Then, Da Zhuang grabbed Qiyang, which was completely circled into a bow, and threw it on the back seat, and the four of us left.

  After sending us to the hospital, Da Zhuang took Qiyang to his house, because this person, although his mouth was strict, but he carried his ID card everywhere.

So it's easy to find his home. His goal is to go wherever he goes, wherever he goes, for fear that one day if he picks up a stunning girl who doesn't have an ID card to open the house.

  Hanmo's penetrating injury looked bloody, but it was actually not serious. Because the incision did not cut the tendon, the operation was quick. He could have gritted his teeth and walked out of the hospital, but I let him be hospitalized.

  As soon as I finished here, Lao Pei called.

  "Is it over?" He asked eloquently.

  "Nothing." I replied with a smile.

  "Is Mo'er hurt badly?"

  I glanced at Hanmo who was in deep thought on the hospital bed, frowned and sighed, "Where is the operating room."

  "Ah... serious, let me go over."

I could hear that he was serious, not pretending, but he still refused: "Forget it, it's getting late, you can rest early, thank you for your concern."

  After saying a few words, he hung up the phone. Old Pei turned his head to look at a few friends in the house, and smiled helplessly: "Look, Hanmo is still operating."

  "What does he mean?" Several people couldn't understand, frowning and asking.

  Old Pei sat on the chair and thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone and posted a photo directly in the circle of friends.

  "Come on, all those who have eaten today will forward it."

  When everyone looked at the circle of friends, they suddenly realized.

  That photo was a scene of a private room after the fight. The glass ball was broken all over the floor, and the blood was spilled on the white floor tiles. At first glance, it was a realistic version of the murder scene.

  A few minutes later, the two dozen little bosses who had dinner together all reposted this picture.

  After a while, these people received some caring calls from brothers on the road.

  "What's wrong, who did you fight with?"

  "Oh, it's okay, just a little brat came in abruptly to stab someone."

  "Who is with whom?" My friend was suddenly curious.

  "Haha, take over Liu's Building Materials, and Xiangnan's group."

  "Oh fuck, didn't they kill Pengpeng? Even Liu Laojiu didn't dare to provoke them. Who would dare to ask them for trouble?" The friend was even more surprised.

  "Hehe, play a game in the society, no one can't see it."

  "Are you hurt?"

  "Two blows to the south, his brother Hanmo pierced his calf."

  In Lao Pei's instructor, the answers of this group of people were surprisingly unified.