Invincible playboy

Just half an hour ago, Adong, the second-rate street boy who saw the uncle, and his younger brothers hurriedly fled the civilian area in the small courtyard where Zhao Fanchen lived.

"Brother Adong, that old coffin will not die, right? Did I strike too hard? Will it kill someone?"

"Yeah, Brother Adong, I think that old coffin was about to die at that time, should we run away?"

The perpetrator who used the watermelon knife to leave a wound on Uncle Chu's back was obviously a little worried. He wrapped the watermelon knife in a black plastic bag and hid it in the trash can on the side of the road. He looked around guiltily and followed him. A Dong, who had a dislocated arm, yelled softly behind his buttocks.

Everyone comes out to join the society, it's all for money, murder, but they dare not do it, it's only the desperadoes of the well-known gangsters in the world. In the back, they pretend to be aggressive, bragging, and defeating the fire. Usually, they are just supporting the scene, cheering and so on.

At noon today, I heard that Brother Biaozi was beaten and admitted to the hospital. A Dong and the others have been living with Biaozi all the time. Immediately, it was as grand as the dead father. I bought a super-large wreath in a flower shop and spent more than 1000 yuan. Then I took a taxi and rushed to the hospital with the wreath. At that time, I slapped A Dong uncontrollably. The wreaths these bastards gave Biaozi were white lilies and golden chrysanthemums. Talking about the golden tail popping chrysanthemums, A-Dong touched his face, looked at the wreath in his hand, and said aggrievedly: "Brother Biaozi, don't you like popping chrysanthemums?"

After coming out of the hospital in disgrace, Ah Dong found out that the person who beat the disabled Biaozi was called Zhao Fanchen, so he thought that if he could give Biaozi a sigh of relief, then he might be able to get Biaozi's great appreciation in the future , or it is not impossible to cultivate a confidant, A Dong clearly remembers that a few days ago, a girl who was tired of playing around Biaozi directly gave it to his confidant to play with, and sometimes he was lucky and even got a Shuangfeiyan , so A Dong also wondered when he would be able to catch a **** swallow.

After thinking about it, I felt that Zhao Fanchen was too tricky, and he didn't dare to provoke him. You must know that Brother Biaozi, who can beat Biaozi, is still lying in the hospital. The people who can beat Biaozi to death are just a few of them. , then it was purely nothing to look for, so Adong decided to start with the people around Zhao Fanchen. He inquired about the place where Zhao Fanchen lived. Someone saved Biaozi a bit of face, but he didn't expect to meet Uncle Chu who came back from collecting the trash, so A Dong decided to attack this old man. After Uncle Chu slashed and wounded, A Dong began to imagine that if Brother Biaozi knew about it, it would definitely be a great achievement.

"Fuck! Look at how talented you two are, are you so panicked? It scares you, damn it, you can't handle anything big, you know, we're doing it for Brother Biaozi It’s definitely a great achievement to regain face, even if the old coffin dies, it’s no big deal, with Brother Biaozi around, what can I do if I die a plain-headed commoner?” A Dong Standing calm and bragging, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he curled his lips, the sparks from the cigarette butt fell down and burned several holes in the pure brand T-shirt he bought yesterday, he hurriedly patted it with his hands After a few times, I felt distressed, but it took dozens of dollars to buy it yesterday after the discount.

He casually took out a stack of bright red banknotes from his butt pocket, and immediately made the eyes of the long-haired bums behind his buttocks shine brightly, watching A Dong dip his saliva in his hand and counting the money. One bill per person: "Take a relaxing time at night and find a Yangzhou technician to shoot a cannon before defeating the fire."

"Brother Adong is so refreshing. Who are we afraid of if he is a hooligan to us? Afraid of him."

"Brother Dong, a pure man, I'll fuck you, fuck you, in the technical school, that's what Brother Biaozi decides, if he says a word, it's more effective than the police station, there's nothing wrong with it."

A few bums behind them took the hundred-dollar bills, and immediately shouted with pride. Thinking of those young, beautiful, and enthusiastic service technicians who can enjoy a moment of relaxation at night, the bums' eyes were blazing, and they subconsciously licked the corners of their mouths. , full of energy.

Asked a gangster to buy a pair of Hongtashan from the canteen on the side of the road, and distributed them to several gangsters. A Dong waved his hand: "Go to the underground billiard hall."

The underground billiard hall is next to the technical school. There are Internet cafes, billiard halls, and game halls below. In the basement, the students from the technical school all shouted at A Dong, Brother Dong.

Two technical school students quickly gave up the middle seat in the billiards hall to A Dong. A very discerning student called over two young girls dressed as non-mainstream, stockings and short skirts, showing large parts of their upper bodies The palm-sized leather jacket at the waist wrapped the undeveloped breasts, and the two little sisters leaned forward, holding A Dong's arm one by one, leaning on A Dong's body with coquettish smiles. After grabbing his ass, A Dong let out a smirk, bowed his head and said something in the ear of the two young girls, and the two young girls immediately giggled: "Brother A Dong, you are so bad!" I don't want you to touch them at night!"

At this time, a taxi stopped outside the underground billiard hall, and a man with the appearance of a migrant worker came down. Looking at the signboard of the underground Internet cafe hanging on the stairs, he walked down the stairs. With blaring music playing, there is an Internet cafe on the left, a game hall on the right, and a billiards hall in the middle. There are not many long-haired bums playing billiards. When he saw someone coming in, Ah Dong, who was lying on the billiard table and bent over to aim at Heiba, subconsciously He turned his head to the side, then slowly straightened up, holding the pool cue in his hands, and the other bums also stared at the uninvited guest coming down the stairs with arrogance and domineering expressions.

Because there are very few migrant workers in this underground Internet cafe. At this time, a little bastard with gauze wrapped around his head came out of the toilet, and the zipper hadn’t come out. When he saw this person, he immediately said something. Unhappy, his face was pale, and he stammered and shouted: "He? He's here, he's the one who hit the bastard."

When A Dong heard this, his heart fluttered, but as soon as he thought that this was his own territory, he immediately became more courageous. With a wink, the bastards under his hands yelled: "Don't fucking play, give it to me!" Copy guys, some kickers are coming to your door."

Those technical school students who were sitting and playing games and surfing the Internet, picked up the steel pipe pick handle under the table, and with grim smiles on their lips, they surrounded Zhao Fanchen in a ignorant way.

Facing a group of bumsters and blind youths from society, Zhao Fanchen took out a cigarette and lit it for himself without even looking at it. After taking a puff, he said, "That one of you is Adong?"

"Damn, Marle Gobi, you stinky migrant worker dares to come here to find Brother A Dong, you son of a bitch, I think you are tired of working?" A bum who doesn't understand the reality, spit out He took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, smashed the steel pipe in his hand towards Zhao Fanchen's head, and stretched out his hand to pinch the neck of the young man's hand, his face changed terribly, and his hand was squeezed by Zhao Fanchen. The second-rate young man yelled loudly, sweat dripped from his head, the steel pipe in his hand came loose, Zhao Fanchen took it in his hand, and the steel pipe hit the second-rate young man's neck with a snap, he gave a strange cry, The whole person was drawn and flew out obliquely.

Behind him, a 13 young man with an earring launched a sneak attack from behind with a knife in his hand, and the knife slashed at Zhao Fanchen's back quickly. Being stepped on by a foot, he was stunned for a moment and wanted to pull it out and turn around to chop again. When he looked up and saw a simple and honest smiling face, Blind Qing scolded angrily: "Fuck!" He had a chance, and before he could finish his sentence, he was hit by a steel pipe on the head, and blood flowed from his forehead. He held his head in both hands, and slammed it backwards screaming again and again.

The second-rate youths abruptly stopped the steps they wanted to rush forward, and looked at this vicious and fierce-looking man in horror. No one expected that today they would encounter a stubble and step on a nail.

"Let me say it again for the last time, who is Adong? And those who beat people in the civilian area tonight, stand up for me. This is a private matter, and it has nothing to do with other people. If you don't want to be hospitalized, get out of here." Zhao Fanchen held the He smoked, his tone was neither anxious nor dry, and he couldn't see how angry he was.

"Fuck you!" A few bastards didn't believe this evil, and rushed up wielding a knife. Zhao Fanchen sneered, and kicked a bum in the crotch. Foaming in the mouth, he turned and swept one away with his foot, and stretched out two fingers to pinch the Adam's apple of the remaining bastard: "Who is A Dong? You can choose not to say, but your Adam's apple Will be like this beer bottle."

Heck, a beer bottle that Zhao Fanchen held in his hand made intimate contact with the bum's head at some point, blood flowed across his head, and his head was covered with shards of glass, he didn't dare to move, turned his head and glanced around Everyone in the room, these bastards were obviously a little scared, and they all took a step back subconsciously when they were caught by his cold eyes.

This fucking is simply a bandit!The shot was too ruthless. He was really afraid that his Adam's apple would be crushed like a beer bottle. The second-rate boy's inner defense finally collapsed. The wise man Adong with a trembling voice said, "Yes? It's him!"

Kicking the idiot away with one kick, Zhao Fanchen looked at A Dong. The idiot who followed A Dong to beat people tonight was terrified to death. Before A Dong could speak harshly, he was kicked on the lower abdomen and flew out , knocked down several billiard cases, the group of bastards who wanted to act violently were all students from the technical school, when they saw that something was wrong, they immediately dispersed, and the few bastards who beat people tonight also wanted to take advantage of it. A voice came: "The one who hit someone tonight stays."

The footsteps of a few bums stopped abruptly, their whole bodies were chilled and stiff, not daring to move. Zhao Fanchen walked over, grabbed A Dong's hair, and slammed into the wall, breaking A Dong's door. Bleeding, wailing again and again: "Brother, I didn't beat the man, but those two bastards. I really don't care about my business, please stop beating, and talk about it if you have something to say?"

"Fuck, you dare to talk back." He directly gave A Dong a steel pipe, ignoring his screams like killing a pig, Zhao Fanchen grabbed his head, continued to hit the wall fiercely, and finally let him go to the wall by himself Zhuang: "I didn't say stop, if you dare to stop, I'll break your leg."

Seeing Zhao Fanchen walking towards him, those bastards who were beating people were frightened like chaff, fighting with both hands, swallowing with difficulty, there are only a few people left in the big underground Internet cafe, quietly Terrible, the sound of swallowing saliva can be heard clearly, but at this moment there is only the muffled sound of Ah Dong hitting his head against the wall.

"Who cut the person?" Zhao Fanchen asked as he lit another cigarette.

With a thud, the three bastards knelt down trembling all over, begging for mercy hastily: "Brother, we really didn't do it on purpose, please let us go a lot, sir?"

He didn't mean to be merciful at all, he went up and grabbed the arms of the three bums and twisted them hard. The three of them let out a heart-piercing cry of pain, which echoed in the empty underground billiard hall, and their arms were twisted into twists. Zhao Fanchen sneered and said, "I didn't mean it either. If something happens to the old man, I don't mind breaking your legs and letting you lie in bed for the rest of your life. Now you are slapping each other. I don't care." If anyone dares to stop talking, you will understand the consequences."

The gangsters who participated in the beating incident hurriedly knelt in a row, slapped each other's mouths, and even smashed each other's heads with beer bottles, and the glass shards of beer bottles were all over the floor for a while.