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11 Crazy Uncle

After my uncle came out, he put a cigarette in his mouth and walked to the armed policeman next to him. The armed policeman didn't say anything, but took out a lighter and lit it for him. My uncle patted the armed policeman on the shoulder, as if thanking him, and seemed to be saying goodbye to him, and looked very stylish.

The non-mainstream were so excited that they were trembling and were about to climb out to pick up my uncle. I was not willing to fall behind and climbed out. However, at this moment, a rapid engine sound suddenly sounded, and more than a dozen black cars were speeding up on the road, all of which were expensive, including BMW, Mercedes-Benz, and Land Rover. The non-mainstream and I were both frightened by this situation and quickly retracted back into the cornfield.

My uncle didn't move, holding a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes at the speeding cars.

These cars were parked at the prison door in one go, and then a sound of opening and closing the door sounded. Twenty or thirty men in black suits walked down. The leader was a strong bald man. He walked directly to my uncle and said with a little excitement: "Little King of Hell, you are out!"

My uncle still didn't move, squinting his eyes at the bald man in front of him, as if he didn't know him. After a while, my uncle nodded slightly. The bald man also laughed and reached out to pick up the luggage on my uncle, saying, "Little King of Hell, brothers are all here to pick you up. We have set up a welcome banquet for you at Zuiyue Restaurant, so let's go now."

My uncle didn't say anything and got on the Land Rover car in the front, and the bald man turned around to greet the men: "Let's go, go!"

Everyone got into the car, and then there was another loud sound of engines. More than ten cars left the scene like the wind. In the cornfield, Non-Mainstream and I looked at each other. We both came to pick up my uncle, but we didn't even talk to my uncle. Non-Mainstream scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, saying that the little king of Hell didn't seem to need anyone.

Judging from his meaning, he seemed to want to give up. I quickly said that's not necessarily the case. The little King of Hell just came out, how can such a few people be enough? Let's chase after him and take a look. Maybe there will be a chance.

In fact, no matter whether I am not mainstream or not, I will go to my uncle. But so many people just now scared me a little, so I wanted to bring me the non-mainstream to give me courage. And I don’t know where the Zuiyue Restaurant is, so I just let the non-mainstream to guide me.

This non-mainstream person looked like he had a low IQ. I immediately moved me and patted my thigh and said it made sense. Let's go now.

Then, the non-mainstream rushed into the cornfield. I wondered what he wanted to do, and saw the corn leaves clattering and a giant was pushed out by the non-mainstream. It turned out to be a 250 model motorcycle. The motorcycle looked broken and old. I don’t know how many years it has. The body of the car is still full of mud ideas. At first glance, it is that it often goes up the mountains and rivers and goes through vicissitudes.

"Why are you standing there? Help me push the cart!" Non-mainstream shouted.

I helped him push his motorcycle out of the cornfield, came to the road outside, and then sat on it with him. The non-mainstream carried me, driving on the road at a speed, with a small broken speaker at the rear of the car, and was shouting at the top of his lungs: Dear, fly slowly, be careful of the roses with thorns in front of him...

The wind blew my hairstyle, and amid the intoxicating music, I felt that I had become a non-mainstream...

I quickly entered the city. I rode a motorcycle left and right, and finally stopped in front of a very grand hotel. The cars I picked up my uncle just now were parked at the door. I parked the motorcycle at the door and entered the hotel with me. After inquiring with the waiter, I knew that my uncle and the others had gone to the Moon Hall on the second floor.

The interior decoration of the hotel is very grand. It is all rockery, flowing water and flowers along the way. This is the first time I have come to such a place, so it seems a bit cramped. Instead of the mainstream, I often come here, and I walk very openly along the way. He knows where to turn and where to go upstairs. Did I misread it? This guy actually has an extraordinary origin?

"I've been a waiter here." Non-mainstream said to me.

I:"……"

I soon arrived at the Moon-Watch Hall on the second floor. The door was closed, but I could hear the noise inside, and I had obviously started drinking. The non-mainstream reached out and knocked on the door. I quickly stopped him and told him not to be so rash and be careful of being beaten by those big men. The non-mainstream asked me what to do, and I said let's wait, the little king of hell always has to go to the bathroom.

The non-mainstream people made sense, so we waited at the door. Although the non-mainstream people had worked as waiters here, the personnel in the hotel industry were very fast and no one knew him at all. Soon a staff member came over and asked us what we were doing. The non-mainstream people said that our elder brother was having dinner inside and we were guarding the door.

Well, it's a reasonable reason.

We waited for about half an hour, and men kept coming out to the bathroom, without the shadow of the little Hell. Taking advantage of the moment when the door was opened and closed, I looked in and saw my uncle sitting in the main seat, and people kept coming forward to toast him. The bald man also hugged his neck and spoke loudly.

Today is my uncle's day to be released from prison, and there is such a sumptuous welcoming banquet. Logically, he should be quite happy, but for some reason, his face was always gloomy and he didn't look happy at all.

But seeing that my uncle was so good at drinking, he decided that he would go to the bathroom sooner or later, so he waited patiently. After more than half an hour, the door of the Moon Hall was pushed open again, and my uncle finally walked out.

I used to look at him at the prison gate, but there were dozens of meters between them, so I didn't see it very carefully. Now I finally saw it clearly. My uncle's face was fierce, but his eyebrows were indeed a bit similar to my mother. After all, he was a relative with blood thicker than water. The moment I saw my uncle, my nose suddenly became sore and my eyes turned red. I thought of the humiliation I suffered a few days ago, and my whole body was shaking constantly.

When my uncle came out, there were two men following him, pretending to help him, but my uncle waved his hand and asked them all to go back and walked out alone.

The non-mainstream reaction was much faster than me. He rushed up "swish", walked to my uncle and shouted: "Brother King of Hell!"

My uncle stopped, looked up and down, frowned and said, "Who are you?"

The non-mainstream stands straight, like a soldier who is under the inspection of the army commander, and said seriously: "My name is Li Aiguo, I am a villager from Xiageda Township. I have heard about your story since I was a child and have always regarded you as an idol in my heart! I heard that you came out today. I came here to pick you up and get out of prison. I hope to be your younger brother and follow you in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, my uncle suddenly kicked the non-mainstream and lying on the ground. Before the non-mainstream could scream out, my uncle rushed up again, kicked and beat the non-mainstream, and scolded while beating: "What are you? Are you qualified to follow me?"

In just a moment, the non-mainstream people were beaten so hard that they could not get up. They could only cover their heads and keep wailing, saying, Brother King of Hell, I was wrong, I was wrong...

But my uncle didn't let him go, so he picked up a flower pot next to him and hit the non-mainstream head. The flower pot was shattered into a ball, and the black soil covered the non-mainstream head, and blood overflowed from it.

My uncle's face was ferocious, and the veins on his neck burst out, looking like a mental attack, and he felt even more crazy than Zhao Song's father. After a while, the non-mainstream could not even scream, and he lay on the ground like a dead dog and let my uncle beat him.

Many service staff surrounded me, but no one dared to care. The bald man rushed out and quickly grabbed my uncle and told me not to beat him anymore. My uncle still kicked the non-mainstream body like crazy.

I was also frightened by this scene and retreated tremblingly. I couldn't imagine that my uncle was such a person. I just said a few words to him and was beaten like this. All the warmth I imagined just now was wiped out. Now I just want to escape from this place because my uncle is a demon!

However, at this moment, my uncle seemed to notice me and stared at me with his eyes: "Stop!"

My uncle shouted loudly, and I immediately stopped and didn't dare to move. My feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and were nailed to the spot. Because my uncle suddenly called me, the non-mainstream finally didn't have to be beaten anymore, but lay on the ground and kept moaning.

My uncle still had a gloomy face and walked towards me through a non-mainstream body. His eyes seemed to kill people. As long as he looked at him, he felt a chill all over his body.

The bald man wanted to hold my uncle back and said that I was just a child and I couldn't be angry with me, but my uncle didn't listen and walked towards me step by step. My uncle was tall, and with his fierce look that everyone was afraid of seeing him, it was like a mountain pressing on my heart, and his whole body was covered by his pressure, which made me almost breathless.

I didn't dare to move, and I didn't even dare to blink my eyelids. The word "uncle" stuck in my throat and couldn't scream. I remembered that in the story Brother Liu told me, my uncle was a tyrannical bully. Not only did he do many evil things, but he also killed my grandma and grandpa, so my mother didn't even want to mention him. Somehow, I always had a premonition that even if he knew that he was my uncle, I probably wouldn't be exceptional to me.

Soon, my uncle came to me. His body was filled with strong alcohol and hostility, and his face was full of ferocity and viciousness. He stared at me and asked, "Are you here to follow me?"

"No, no..." My voice hummed like a mosquito, and my heart also rose to my throat.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of my uncle's mouth, and then a big hand covered with blue veins slowly strangled my throat and said, "Oh? Then what are you looking for me for?"
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