Liao Xuebing grabbed Wang Caigui's hair and asked, "No wonder you dare to fight me one-on-one. It turned out that it was the attack on our Speed ​​Party so smoothly. I thought there was no talent, right?"

Wang Caigui glared at his eyes, a glimmer of light burst out, and he shouted angrily: "It's just me!" His fingers trembled suddenly, and a sharp knife stabbed Lao Liao's stomach.

"ah!"

The large wall clock in the center of the broken hall of Yuyu Qiong Building was pointed at the hour hand. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Mo Laowu's decent man, Egg Yolk, hurried back with a large group of younger brothers. The scene in front of him almost made him unable to believe his eyes. Just an hour ago, the magnificent and beautiful Yuyu Qiong Building Century Entertainment Center turned into ruins. The person in charge said that the situation was serious and asked him to get the country smoothly as soon as possible. He agreed, but at this moment, Egg Yolk Brother believed that terrorists must have bombed with a bomb for the incident.

Grandpa door took seven or eight police cars, a scrapped Hummer, two ambulances, and the police set up a cordon and were investigating and collecting evidence. From the hall to the eleventh floor corridor, the shocking bloodstains of tea, and the smell is filled with fishy smell, just like a slaughtering scene where pigs are slaughtered.

One stretcher is carried out after another. The injured person may be bleeding at the very least, and the injured person may be broken by his head, and at worst, he may be broken by his hands and legs.

District Mayor Lei Xiao was in charge of the central government on site, and several big-bellied hotel partners stood beside him with an ugly look on their faces.

"Damn it, which one is not eye-catching to call the police? Is it their turn to interfere in this kind of thing?" Egg Yolk asked the little brothers to stay where they were, stood up and found Lei Xiao, and asked angrily: Sheriff Lei, "What's going on?" "Oh, Brother Egg Yolk." Lei Xiao took the intercom in his hand, turned around, pulled him aside, and said: "Someone called the police. There was a large-scale fight in Yuyu Qiong Building. The scene was so big. We can't move, at least we have to give the market an explanation, otherwise how could I sit down?"

The color of the egg yolk was slightly clear: "It's someone from the Nancheng Guest Club who came to cause trouble. If you ask your subordinates to act like this, you'll soon be dispersed. I'll add 30% of my filial piety this month."

Lei Xiao opened the confession of the lobby manager and looked at it, saying, "Not only the people from the Cabinet Club, but also the people from the Speed ​​Party are here. They are well prepared. The wounded people who just lifted down from the upstairs are all the people from the Cabinet Club, and there is no one from the Speed ​​Party."

The "speed party" touched her chin and quickly called Mo Laowu to report.

Mo Laowu smiled faintly: "Are people from the Speed ​​Party? Then you can announce something. Starting tonight, the name of the cabinet will be erased from China Sea. Let the person in charge take a good look at the losses. In a few days, Long Erhui will compensate ten times more. Please comfort those shares and make them feel at ease."

Liao Xuebing asked his subordinates to send Jiang Feng and others back to Beicheng. As soon as he arrived at Yuanhu Road, Jiang Feng, who was frightened, asked to get off the car and let the hideous little brother leave by himself.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and a few fallen leaves were rolled up. Jiang Feng felt the cold invasion of his body. It turned out that his back had been soaked in cold sweat, his legs were weak, and he could hardly take steps. He touched the right hand of the wine-accompanied girl's chest and kept shaking: "I've really learned that Liao Xuebing is actually the gangster. Will he continue to go to school tomorrow? Do I dare to call him Xiao Liao as usual?"

"Uncle, borrow some money to spend money." Just as his mind was in a mess, a greeting sounded from behind. When he looked back, five or six gangsters squatting on the street stood up and surrounded him.

These little gangsters are only in their twenties, holding burnt cigarette butts in their mouths, their artificial leather jackets are stained with hard overnight wine stains, their nostrils are facing the sky, their expressions are arrogant, and they hold a spring knife in their hands. You can tell at a glance that they are people who often cause trouble on the streets.

Jiang Feng was shocked, carrying four or five hundred yuan pocket money to take the girl to a room. When he met these people, he probably didn’t have enough cigarettes this month. He forced himself to say naturally: “Hey! You haven’t gone home to sleep in the middle of the night, are you still raising your head to drink the northwest wind?”

A man who was in the head scratched his nails with a knife and said, "Because of this, I thought of a way not to drink the northwest wind, size, watches, money, and mobile phones on you consciously, so that we can do it."

Jiang Feng was still hesitating, and another man raised his hand and pushed him straight under the fallen banyan beside the sidewalk. His back touched the trunk, which made the leaves fall down.

"Hey, hey, just give you the money, there is no need to do it." Jiang Feng's hero suffered a loss in front of him, and quickly took out the money, snatched away the man. He opened it and looked around. He was furious and shouted: "Look at you're dressing well, there are only a few pictures, Xiao Si, give him some ugly things."

The gangster named Xiao Hei took off his leather shoes and twitched at Jiang Feng's face.

"Scream" The two motorcycles dragged out long tail cigarettes, shook their butts, and stopped by the steps of the fallen banyan on the sidewalk.

Xiao Si said angrily: "Who hasn't seen a dog beater?"

The motorcycle driver turned off the fire and said to the person next to him: "Oh, isn't this a distinguished guest of Brother Bing? I've seen it in Yuyu Qionglou just now, get on."

The driver jumped out of the car with a brisk waved his palm, and a sharp knife penetrated Xiao Si's wrist and inserted it straight into the tree trunk.

Before the gangster leader could react, another small knife similar to the woodpecker type inserted into his right face, through his mouth, through his left cheek, the tip of the knife cracked his two teeth, and blood poured out like a spring water and flowed into his throat, sweet and fishy.

Xiao Si saw two lines of words in front of the man's clothes: "West of Zhuque Street, the number one in the Speed ​​Party." Suddenly, his mind roared and he said in surprise: "Ah! You are the brother of Zhuque Street."

Salesman Xu Hao said coldly: "Even our distinguished guest of Bing Ge dares to do something, you are impatient." He turned around and nodded and bowed to Jiang Feng, and smiled respectfully: "Haha, you are frightened by the lack of care." He hurriedly helped him down on the motorcycle.

Oh my god! I've kicked the ironclad, this classic old man is actually a distinguished guest of the boss of the Speed ​​Party! The gangsters are all in a state of dismay and can't even say a word.

Another member of the Speed ​​Party kicked the gangster's head down, stepped on his leather shoes and sneered: "Everyone knelt down and kowtowed three times, then took off their clothes and pants and ran to the shallow water street."

Jiang Feng was shocked and wiped off the mud on his face, thinking, "Let's just mess with Liao Xuebing."

A small news was published at the corner of the Zhonghai Morning Post the next day, "Five men ran wildly in the downtown area, experts suspected that they were performing arts."

On Xuanwu Street, Nancheng, four thousand meters away from Yuyu Qiong Building, more than 20 motorcycles roared past, kicking all the garbage along the street, smashing all the street lights and advertising light boxes, and harsh and unpleasant sounds were heard on the quiet streets in the middle of the night.

Then ten motorcycles drove past at a tighter speed. In the middle, there was a long rope tied to the back of the car. There was an unpopular man at the other end of the rope. He dragged it to the ground. A blood mark from the street to the end of the street, without interruption. The man only had strips of cloth left on his body, rubbing his hands and legs against the mud, constantly grinding out minced meat, just like the severe pain of Lingchi would be depressed.

When he drove to the end of Xuanwu Street, Ye Xiaobai stopped the car, cut off the rope with one knife, threw the man into the flowerbed, and said, "Leave a life for the respected Scar Finance, and report it to Long Er."

Liao Xuebing took out the key and opened the door, took off his leather shoes, and tiptoed into the living room in the dark. He was about to go back to the room when a sentence came from the next room: "Teacher, where have you been fooled?" He was so scared that he was out of his mind.

Unexpectedly, he was discovered without making any sound. Old Liao wiped his forehead and yawned: "Hey, I just slept, I just wanted to get up and urinate. Lan Luo, haven't you been asleep yet? This is not enough. I have to go to class tomorrow."

The next room opened with a clang, and bright light was emitted, illuminating the leather in his hand. The old Liao, who was admired by Guigui, appeared. Murong Lanluo had barefoots, wearing pajamas, messy hair, and angry face. He stood at the door with his hands in his arms and said, "Teacher, you are not a three-year-old child, why are you still lying? You are obviously going out to drink, and you still have to make up so many reasons. I can't stand you."

Lao Liao scratched his head to hide his embarrassment and smiled and said, "Haha, I was killed by the line of duty. I'm uh, you know that the principal's fool always flatters. The class discipline is not good. He repeatedly threatened to deduct my salary. I'm so desperate, isn't it that little little beloved little Lanluo who wants to work hard to earn money to support me? I went home quietly, afraid that you would not disturb you."

Whether Liao Xuebing went to pick up girls or drink, such sweet and warm words had already made Murong Lanluo soften his heart, leaving only a little suspicion: "Is this true? You are not allowed to lie."

Lao Liao threw down his shoes, hugged Xiao Lanluo, and said with a smile: "For my Lanluo, I must work hard!"

Murong Lanluo was both soft and held his waist with his backhand, Xia Fei's cheeks, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "Then you are not allowed to think that the food I cooked is not delicious in the future."

Liao Xuebing's palm slid down and rubbed her little butt a few times: "Go to bed quickly, it's getting late."

The next morning, I walked out of the Aoshui alley with sleepy eyes open, and a black extended Cadillac sedan was piled at the entrance of the alley. "Is Xia Wei? It's a way to put it in front of me, it's simply a suicide."

The door of the car opened, and a fat and stupid figure walked out of the car, and opened his arms towards Liao Xuebing: "Dear, I miss you so much."

Lao Liao pushed Mo Laowu away in disgust and said angrily: "Die away, it's so unlucky to see a live pig flapping his teeth and claws in front of him early in the morning."

Mo Laowu staggered, stood up again, and said with a smile: "Give me some face, come on, get in the car, I'll take you to see something."

"Go to Shura Field to check out? Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. Are you so persistent? Well, the third quarter is Chinese class. I'll go with you. Will there be a competition today?"

Mo Laowu asked Lao Liao into the back seat of the car: "Four days ago, Shura Field had been closed for inspection and maintenance. I'll take you to another place."
Chapter completed!