Cynical Master of the City

Chapter 769 Don't Buy Nokia "Good." The younger brother happily ran a few steps, picked up the iron rod on the ground, ran to Ah Meng's side, and handed the iron rod into his hand.

It's just that when handing it over, one end of the iron rod accidentally touched Ah Meng's off-white woolen coat.

Ah Meng froze like this, looked at the little dust on his body, and immediately jumped into a rage.

"Fuck, you're fucking blind, poke your mother on me!" Ah Meng is an extremely clean freak, and he can't stand the slightest bit of dirt. The ashes got on himself, and he couldn't help it.

"Brother Meng, don't worry, brother, I'll help you pat." While talking, the younger brother patted Ah Meng's coat with his dirty black hands.

"Fuck!" Ah Meng collapsed on the spot, because the younger brother's dirty hands directly slapped his woolen coat. The dust just slapped off, but what replaced it was a black patch.

"Oh, brother Meng, brother, my hands are a bit dirty, look at this." The younger brother scratched his head in embarrassment, with an embarrassing expression on his face.

Ah Meng suppressed his anger. His clothes were genuine Jack Jones coats. He saved half a year of money before he bought them. At that time, the price was as high as several thousand yuan. It was cold, so he was reluctant to spread it.

"Get the fuck out of here." Ah Meng pushed away the younger brother in front of him, and rushed into the production workshop with the stick.

"Why are you still standing there, hurry up and smash things, and apologize to Brother Meng afterwards, it's not like you don't know that Brother Meng likes to be clean." Another younger brother pushed this younger brother, and ran away complaining go in.

"Hey, shit, back it up!" The guy sighed, spit thick phlegm into the ground, and walked in slowly.

"Pa la pa la." There were bursts of noise in the workshop, and a stick was firmly hit on various machines. Even after these few frenzied people forcibly drove away the workers on the assembly line , severely smashed various workbenches.

The lethality of the iron rod is still quite large, and all objects cannot withstand his beatings a few times.

Fragments of glass, plastic, and metal were scattered all over the place, and in an instant, the entire workshop was in a mess. The workers were obviously frightened by this group of uninvited guests who broke in suddenly, but they didn't hurt themselves, which made them extremely surprised.

However, a few sensible employees took out their mobile phones decisively and prepared to call the police.

"Fuck me, be quiet. Whoever dares to call the police, don't blame me for not warning you, sticks don't have eyes!" Brother Hu cursed loudly after smashing a table full of equipment.

This sentence really frightened the workers. They wanted to run out to call the police, but Ah Meng and others blocked the door, and the workers did not dare to go out without authorization, so they hid in the corner of the workshop, all terrified. Extremely, but did not dare to move.

In this way, the machines and parts in the workshop were smashed wantonly by this group of beasts, as if every machine had a vengeance against their father.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" The other two security guards who were on shift to eat whistled and walked slowly.

Seeing that they were about to reach the reception room, one of them whispered to the other security guard: "Old Huang, I just saw that fat man by the side of the road so familiar."

"What fat man, you look familiar to everyone, you must have played a lot with your wife last night, haha." Lao Huang helped his security cap, smiled and continued to walk forward.

"Old Huang, let me tell you something serious. The last time I came to the workshop to smash it, it was that fat man standing by the side of the road just now." Lao Li frowned tightly, not joking at all.

"Ah? Are you sure?" Lao Huang opened his mouth in shock, and looked at the gate of the workshop in horror.

"It might be something bad, let's go over and have a look!" Lao Li is a real person, as soon as he saw this situation, he rushed to the gate.

Seeing the other two security guards who fell to the ground, and the sound of beatings coming from the workshop, Lao Li yelled, something bad happened.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Li took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the police without hesitation.

"Hey, the phone is good." At some point, Wang Jinbao, who was on guard at the door, suddenly appeared beside Lao Li.

Before Lao Li could react, Wang Jinbao slammed the phone to the ground, breaking it into pieces.

"Haha, I told you not to buy a Nokia. It broke now. You fucking dare to call the police. I think you are too slow to die." Wang Jinbao laughed loudly. This guy kept complaining that Brother Hu wouldn't let him in. He smashed it and was watching the wind outside, but now it seems that he has finally found a chance to do something, "Old Huang, run and call the police." Lao Li shouted, and shouted at Lao Huang in the distance.

Lao Huang didn't hesitate, just ran away, the speed is absolutely awesome, generally after being frightened or in a horrible situation, people will have two situations, either their legs become weak from fright, or they run faster than a rabbit, Lao Huang It belongs to the latter.

"***, you go to die for me first." Wang Jinbao saw that Lao Huang had run away, and knew that he was going to be in trouble.

"Boom." Wang Jinbao punched the security guard Lao Li's nose. Wang Jinbao is so strong, and Lao Li's slightly thin body obviously couldn't withstand the punch. Lao Li only felt the extremely sore feeling coming from his nose. , Tears came out in pain, and then he felt a warm feeling in his nasal cavity, and then two lines of nosebleeds remained. Lao Li himself was a little dizzy, so he fainted when he saw these two small red rivers.

"F*ck, I wanted to give him a beating to relieve my hatred, but I fainted before the beating. It's really bad luck." Wang Jinbao kicked Lao Li a few times angrily, and quickly took out the walkie-talkie in his arms.

"Hey, Brother Hu." Wang Jinbao yelled into the intercom unhurriedly, and covered the intercom with his other hand, looking like an American blockbuster.

"What's the matter, Jin Bao, let the fart go." Brother Hu put down the iron rod in his hand, and shook his slightly sore wrist.

"Brother Hu, the two security guards came back at the gate just now, I knocked down one, and the other seems to be going to call the police, tell brothers to evacuate." Wang Jinbao said slowly.

"Trash, even the two fucking security guards can't solve it, ****." When Brother Hu heard this, he threw the walkie-talkie angrily on the spot. If a security guard ran away, he would definitely call the police, and now he must retreat .

"Brothers, get out quickly, someone has discovered it." Brother Hu yelled at the workshop, and the brothers who were smashing stopped reluctantly. .

"Fuck me, be honest." Before leaving, Brother Hu didn't forget to flick his long bangs, and threatened a group of employees standing by the wall.

The employees retreated frequently in fear. Although many of them were strong and strong, they did not dare to act rashly in the face of a group of thugs holding iron bars. This stick hit the head, but it would blow their heads of.