After weighing the things in the bag, the burly man smiled and felt that he had at least 40,000 or 50,000 yuan in his heart, so he was naturally very satisfied.

"You bastard, your bastard, gave birth to you, a turtle son without an ass!"

Even though he was hit hard by a thunderous blow on his face, the man in glasses had a relatively clear sense of rationality, and immediately cursed at the burly man.

For the man with glasses, the leather bag is already the most important thing for him. Now that he has been taken down by the other party, his own low life is not qualified to be taken seriously.

At this time, even his eyes that represent cultural cultivation were kicked away. His embarrassing appearance made people want to laugh when they saw it.

"Puff! Papa!" As the sad man with glasses cursed, the two gangsters who were on the side who were very upset listening, slapped them twice in the face.

The burly man glared at the man with a swearing glasses and said ruthlessly: "Damn it, damn bastard, little bastard, you are really fucking good at doing things. I originally wanted to give you some good life to live with you, but I have to come and provoke me. I really deserve a beating!"

Then he looked at the two gangsters who took the opportunity to teach this guy a lesson with admiration, and shouted angrily: "Fuck the dog, brothers, give him some courage to eat. If you don't make him half-death, you can't fuck you!"

After saying that, the burly man waved his hand and showed a hint of fierceness in his eyes, as if he was the king of angered beast.

And around it, the gangsters who had long felt itchy hands and feet had long been unable to bear it. They were all ready to rub their hands and walked towards the man who was thrown out with a grin on their faces.

These idle gangsters may not be able to fight head-on with real guns, but their skills in hitting the dog in the water are not weak.

Several gangsters fisted and beat him with their fists...

When the gangsters were playing gang fights, they were usually considered to be light or heavy, and they would kick them wherever they were convenient. In a short while, they beat the man with glasses down, with blood mixed with dust flowing everywhere at the corners of his eyes and at the edge of his mouth.

The man in glasses kept rolling on the ground, howling like a crying father and mother, which made the burly man frown and smack his lips casually. The thick beard twitched slightly, and his face was a little contempt.

"This suckling guy is such a fucking coward. He just suffered such a little bit of pain and called him dad and mom. I'm so fucking embarrassing!"

He raised his hand and signaled the gangsters who started fighting to stop for a moment. After seeing his boss's gesture, the gangsters did not dare to delay any delay. They quickly kicked him a few more times, and then quickly left the place, not daring to block his boss's sight.

The burly man had a hint of teasing on his face and walked slowly to the man with glasses who had fallen to the ground. He stepped on the man with glasses who was still struggling, bent down and looked down at the man with glasses under his feet. A fierce smile slowly spread out on his face.

"How is it? Are you happy? No matter how awesome you call me, you are awesome! Ah! You dare to scold me!"

After saying that, he spitted a mouthful of strong phlegm full of odor on the face of the man with glasses, and stepped hard, "Scream again! Ah!" The man with glasses fell to the ground again, and then the burly man laughed again, his attitude was extremely arrogant.

After being shaken by this powerful force, the man in glasses fell to the ground and the pain from his body also made his strength seem to disappear completely.

"You pay me back the money...that's...that's my mother's life-saving money..."

Feeling that his consciousness seemed to be no longer clear, the slightly thin man in glasses was still murmuring and whispering something.

The burly man's face remained unchanged, and he still took his ears by himself, looked at the half-dead person off the field with a look of contempt, grinned slightly, and shouted: "Damn, I will never change my destiny! I still have this part to do now!"

At this time, a tall, calm and looked in her twenties slowly walked to the burly man, looked casually at the man with glasses struggling under his feet, shook his head gently, and then looked at the burly man next to him, and said softly:

"Brother Dayong, just stop it after doing it. I have already given all the lessons I should give. If you fight again, you will be killed!"

The burly man called Brother Dayong suddenly heard the little brother talking on the side. He wanted to get angry, but when he turned around and saw the young man clearly, his anger suddenly dissipated. He grinned and said, "It's Ah Hui! What? You want to talk for him, it seems that this is not your style!"

Although his fierce look was extremely threatening everywhere, he did look like he was joking when he heard his tone.

But it was different from his tone. When the man with glasses was about to struggle, Dayong was talking, and he stepped on the guy tightly. He struggled for a long time and didn't have much strength to stand up again.

Dayong: His real name is Tang Dayong. He has been living in society since he was a child, but he has not made a fortune yet. He has gathered around him. He has known many bigwigs on the road. In recent years, he has made a living by cutting paths or collecting protection fees from schools. He looks fierce and tough on the outside, and he values ​​loyalty and feelings. He is deeply loved and respected by his brothers.

The young man Ah Hui shrugged helplessly and said softly: "There is no way, you don't look at it. The brothers just now were too ruthless. On average, a guy attacked his head every three seconds. I think this poor guy can't escape with a slight concussion. Moreover, this guy was injured in many places on his face. Although there was not much blood flowing out of the wound, he would still bleed too much over time. If he was not sent to the hospital, hum, he would probably only become a dead body after looking back..."

When the man in glasses heard Ah Hui's words, his whole body trembled, and even the resistance he had made before did not dare to do too much at this time.

His tone of speech was neither too fast nor too slow. Even when he finally talked about the "corpse", he looked completely calm. After he finished speaking, he took out a box of cigarettes from his arms, took out one and handed it to Tang Dayong, and then took out another one and put it in his lips.

Tang Dayong grinned his teeth slightly, and the extremely ferocious scar on his left face looked so terrifying under the dim light. Then he curled his lips and said, "So what? I can't die anyway. Judging from his appearance, he is not a person who is afraid of death, right!"

"Brother Dayong, Brother Hui, I'll light a cigarette for you!"

A gangster beside him saw the cigarette in his mouth, and hurriedly ran over happily, holding a matchbox in his hand, lit the cigarettes on his lips for Brother Dayong and Brother Hui in front of him with a respectful look on his face, and then smiled happily.

After feeling the other party's inattention, Ah Hui looked extremely plain and nodded to the group of gangsters who lighted their cigarettes, expressing his gratitude.

He took a beautiful breath, and the smoke was shrouded in the face of Tang Dayong, and then nodded with satisfaction again, looked at the little brother beside him with appreciation, raised his rough face slightly, signaling him to retreat quickly.

"Hey, Ah Hui, I've been rich recently. Why do you smoke such a good cigarette? It's good to smoke!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Hui's face remained unchanged, and he smiled indifferently: "It's not so good cigarettes. A few days ago, I helped a friend with a little help. They gave a piece of Su cigarette, which was thick and delicious. If you like it, I'll give it to you!"

"Ah? I've been doing well recently! I can get such a good cigarette, which is not bad!" As he said that, Dayong pushed the man with his feet to the glasses again, looking disdainful, as if he was stepping on a stone under his feet.

Tang Dayong pushed casually, and seemed to be a random move, but the force used in it was definitely enough. As soon as he stepped on it, the man in glasses hummed and opened and closed his mouth, and could not even spit out the pronunciation of the word.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and the Gu Jingbubo in Ah Hui's eyes flashed the ashes of his fingertips and said with a faint smile: "Brother Dayong, I know you are not afraid of trouble, but if you can't touch dead people, it's better not to touch them. In the future, it may be said that it will fall on a stumbling block on that day, right?"
Chapter completed!