The two little brothers following him were not much better, and they were tied to their heads, wrapped around the three layers on the left and three layers on the right. Especially the guy walking on Song Biao's left was not only injured and bleeding, but also covered with a cast on his left arm, and limped. He looked like an arrogant and domineering gangster, but he was completely disabled and defeated.

He followed Song Biao's butt, his body was exhausted, and the pain in the wound had not yet dissipated. He said as he walked, "Brother Biao, you have to avenge us!"

Song Biao's face darkened and he cursed angrily: "You little fucking whine, I don't know how to take revenge yet? I'm paralyzed, who is that kid? I'm looking for someone to chop him up! Fuck!"

The three of them were talking and swearing, and soon they entered an alley on the street.

There is a stone sign at the entrance of the alley with three words written on it - "Happy Alley".

"Don't be anxious first, get the business done before you get the revenge of that kid! Let's go!" Song Biao ordered, and took his two younger brothers through the alleys and rushed to a dilapidated iron gate. Without hesitation, he went in directly.

This is Xingfu Lane. Residents who have been demolished in the nearby area now live in dilapidated residential buildings inside the iron gate.

"There are paralyzed, these immortals, I want them to sign, but they just refuse to do it. Fuck it! Come on, you two should take out the documents quickly, hurry up!" Song Biao encouraged him viciously.

The two younger brothers were prepared for a long time. They had been with Song Biao for a few years. Naturally, they were following Song Biao as the leader, so they could do whatever they wanted.

Now Song Biao is the director of a demolition team of the "Bright Jiangshan" real estate development project. The two followers call him Brother Biao. Some ordinary people who came out of the residential building called "Director Song" and "Director Song" one by one, which made him extremely proud and full of accomplishment.

He held several documents, and naturally signed documents for the demolition households. More than a dozen residents have not yet completed it.

There are three residents on the first floor of this dilapidated residential building. The doors of each of them face the public courtyard below the residential building. The wooden doors look mottled and old, and the house is not water-free, so these three residents need to come to the public faucet in the yard to collect water. When Song Biao and his group of three came here, three old people were standing in front of the faucet, each carrying buckets of water.

These old men dressed very simply and could even be said to be very shabby. They were lonely elderly people who lost their ancestral homes. The demolition team represented by Song Biao directly blocked their ancestral homes, cut off water and electricity, drove them here and temporarily placed them here.

Therefore, when these old men saw Song Biao, they all looked resentful.

"I won't die a good death!"

"For the sake of money, I betrayed all the neighbors! The dog raises a cub!"

"You are so unreasonable, curse you to be hit and killed by a car when you go out!"

These widowed elderly people who are charitable and do not fight with the world actually greeted Song Biao with such vicious curses!

Song Biao didn't agree, but instead put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of you cursing me. I'm still young. You must be the ones who died first! A few old guys!"

The two followers were laughing from the side.

"When will the demolition money be paid for by the little boy surnamed Song?" An old man who looked over seventy years old was brave enough to question Song Biao.

When Song Biao heard this, he was angry and scolded: "I'm old, why are you panic? When you get into the soil, the money will be burned to you as travel expenses on the Huangquan Road!"

When the old man heard this, he almost fainted from anger. His old face, which was vicissitudes of life and yellow, could not help but burst into tears.

The other old men were also dejected and cursed.

Their ancestral home has been signed and written by Song Biao, but now the money has fallen into Song Biao's pocket. The elderly people are lonely and lonely, so how dare they report the case?

You know, in this area, Song Biao is arrogant and used to doing evil. If anyone dares to report the case, he will sooner or later be retaliated by him!

In the eyes of several old men with extremely resentful eyes, Song Biao walked to the door of another resident with a smile, hugged his shoulders with both hands, and kicked him directly: "Open the door for me!"

This household also lives with an old man, an old woman in her 80s, with no children and no children, and is old and sick. She lives in the house all year round. Because she is afraid of the cold, she only walks out tremblingly when the weather is very good and the sun is very strong, and moves a chair to sit in the yard to bask in the sun.

Today, the weather is slightly cold, and the old lady has been lying on the bed in the room and dare not go out.

The sound of kicking the door suddenly woke the old lady up. Her voice was hoarse and low: "Who?"

"I, Song Biao! Come out, don't pretend to be dead!" Song Biao roared angrily.

There was silence in the room, and in a short while, the sound of the old lady constantly gasping and coughing came.

"Bump away"! Song Biao ordered his two younger brothers with impatient expression.

Bang!

Bang!

In an instant, the two little brothers didn't say anything, kicking the door open and rushed in without saying a word.

The room was dark and damp. Looking around, the seats and furniture were extremely simple. The slums in the city were probably like this.

An old woman in a washed coarse cloth clothes lay on the bed and climbed up tremblingly. When she saw that it was Song Biao, she was so scared that her face turned pale, which was particularly pitiful.

Song Biao slapped the demolition contract on the table and said angrily: "Today is the last day, sign it quickly! Take out the deed of your old house, hurry up!"

"No! No!" The old woman coughed a few times and shouted out loud.

Her old house was behind this dilapidated residential building. The surroundings of the house had been hollowed out by excavators, and the water and electricity were cut off. Only an old house stood there. The demolition team of the Brilliant Jiangshan Real Estate Project came several times and asked her to sign the contract, but the old woman really couldn't bear to leave the old house and refused to sign it.

Song Biao has threatened him several times. The old woman would rather die than surrender. Every time she encountered a threat, she would lie on the bed and say nothing.

Seeing that it was him again, the old woman closed her eyes and lay down into the quilt.

Song Biao snorted coldly and said with a smile: "I'm pretending to die again, right? OK, I want to see you. If you don't believe it, you won't be cured!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and ordered his two younger brothers to go to the public toilet outside.

Not long after, he and two followers stood at the door of the old woman's house, with two plastic buckets filled with feces in front of him.

"Spray it to me!"

"Splash the feces!"

With a command, he gritted his teeth and smiled.

The two little brothers quickly carried the feces bucket and poured feces directly into the old woman's house. For a moment, the smell of smoke spread and the whole yard was filled with a pungent and nauseous smell.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!