"Rong Jincheng, do you think you are still the eldest young master you were before? I have told you before that you are just a lost dog now, and everyone calls for beatings. Look at you, you only dare to hide in New York and be a gangster, how dare you

Go back to China? Living like you is quite a failure. Your father has severed ties with you. Even your former friends, who will care about you? "

"Rong Jincheng, do you really think that when we called you brother before, we were in awe of you? It was just to see how much money you had and to make you happy. In those two years, you took the Qiao family and you were really popular in the capital.

If the wind wants rain, it will rain. Do you really think we are willing to be your little brothers?"

Pan Wenguang's joking and disdainful words reached Rong Jincheng's ears one by one.

Rong Jincheng gritted his teeth.

He knows it all.

In the past two years in New York, he has seen clearly that the so-called brothers are nothing more than that.

"Pah", Rong Jincheng was punched again, his headache felt like it was about to explode, and he was in terrible pain. Pan Wenguang's words "buzz" buzzed in his ears like bees.

Rong Jincheng was exhausted and was beaten to the ground by everyone.

He was kicked and beaten, and the mask on his face fell off at some point, leaving scars all over his face.

When he was dying, Rong Jincheng vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Master Pan, do you want to continue fighting? It seems like he is dying."

"Fight, hit me, and save your breath, otherwise the bar will ask me for someone."

"yes."

Everyone obeyed the order and punched and kicked Rong Jincheng.

Several women looked frightened and approached Pan Wenguang: "Master Pan, who is this man? Did he offend you?"

"That's right. If you dare to offend me, you will really be impatient."

"Hey, he's very brave. Mr. Pan, calm down, I'll give you a massage." The woman pressed his shoulder.

Rong Jincheng couldn't catch his breath and fainted.

His whole body ached, as if he was falling apart. Before he passed out, the group of people punched and kicked him.

Pan Wenguang was relieved and kicked Rong Jincheng himself, causing his head to bleed.

"Master Pan, calm down and don't argue with this kind of person." A woman comforted him.

"Come here, drag him down and move him to a private room. I don't want to stay in this room anymore." Pan Wenguang said arrogantly, his eyes red.

"Okay, Master Pan, make arrangements immediately."

Rong Jincheng was lying on the ground dying, and someone dragged him down.

The air in the private room was still filled with the smell of blood, spreading bit by bit.

The night in early autumn is very quiet, accompanied by the faint sound of insects.

There is a tranquil breath in the wind, spreading quietly.

Lao San soon discovered that Xiao Liu was missing and something had happened.

When he found Rong Jincheng, he was still hanging with only one breath left and covered in blood.

"Who did this?!" Lao San's eyes turned red and he roared, supporting Rong Jincheng, "Save people, save people!"

He called Rong Jincheng and sent him to the hospital. His clothes were also stained with blood.

What enmity did Xiao Liu have with them? The people who came here to play were all playboys. How could Xiao Liu provoke them?

The third child couldn't understand.

Rong Jincheng was sent to the emergency room by the doctor.

The corridors of the hospital are as quiet as outside. The difference is that the hospital always smells of disinfectant.

The third child stood in the corridor with a sad look on his face, waiting for the operation to end. Time passed by, and his heart tightened, be sure nothing happened.

Xiao Liu is his best friend.
Chapter completed!