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Chapter 75 Luo Ge said you scared him this morning (seeking monthly ticket)

"Gandhi! What are you doing!"

Looking at the gunman who rushed out, Guohua's face was even paler, and he asked Gandhi the same thing again, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Gandhi, there is nothing to talk about, why should my brother use a knife and a gun." The nigger tried his best to make his tone seem calm, but his voice was trembling.

No matter how awesome and beautiful the big guy is, when the gun is pointed at him, he still has to shiver.

In particular, Gandhi fired so many guns, which shows that this evening will definitely not end easily.

The youngest Wen Zheng reiterated: "Yes, yes, Brother Gandhi, what should you tell your people to put down their guns in advance, everyone can discuss it."

On a table, only Ni Yongxiao could maintain his composure on the surface, staring blankly at Gandhi, but he didn't know if he was so calm in his heart.

"What am I going to do?" Gandhi stood up with a sneer, and then suddenly angrily grabbed the ashtray and smashed Guohua on the head, blood splashing: "What am I going to do, I'm going to fuck your mother! I'm sleeping with my wife, not happy! Not happy! She has been taken care of by me, and I will send you to accompany her now!"

He cursed and slammed.

"Gandhi, Gandhi, listen to me, it's your wife who seduced me!" Guohua fell to the ground, and he defended himself with horror on his face, blood dripping on his forehead and face.

The nigger kicked him, pointed at him and scolded: "Okay! Guohua, you are riding a horse and sleeping with your brother's woman! It's a shame that Gandhi and I treat you as a brother of life and death, you are really damn, damn it! Gandhi, don't worry , I will definitely be on your side tonight."

"Whoa!" Gandhi took the hot pot and poured it on the nigger's face. The nigger screamed and rolled on the ground, big blisters all over his skin.

"Stand on my side? Do you think I don't know about the fact that you are riding a horse and swallowing my goods?" Gandhi looked around for a week and shouted: "Everyone is riding a horse and taking me for a fool!"

"Gandhi, please spare your life, Brother Gandhi, I was blinded by the lard, I will return the goods to you, no, I will double, double." The nigger couldn't care about the pain on his body, he got up and knelt on the ground and kowtowed again and again. beg for mercy.

Wen Zheng sweated like rain, looked at Gandhi with a twitching mouth, and said, "Brother Gandhi, I... I didn't feel sorry for you. Tonight has nothing to do with me... is it?"

He felt like he was a disaster.

"Wow, it's so lively, why don't you say hello to me when you come to my place to eat hot pot?" Big D walked in with his subordinates, half of the people stayed outside, and pulled the shutter door of the hot pot restaurant.

There are no windows, the only door is closed, and the hot pot restaurant instantly becomes a closed and independent space, and the atmosphere makes people feel depressed and hard to breathe.

Ni Yongxiao finally spoke, looked at Gandhi and said, "You have been wronged, I can call the shots for you, but it is wrong for you to collude with outsiders."

"Crack!" Big D slapped his face with a backhand and sneered: "Falling on the street, are you still pretending to be dead?"

"What are you doing!" Han Chen turned his gun on the big D and turned his head to care about Ni Yongxiao: "Mr. Ni."

"I'm fine." Ni Yongxiao wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said calmly.

Gandhi looked at Ni Yongxiao and sneered: "You call the shots for me? Lady Gan Lin, aren't you threatening Guohua and the nigga with these two tricks? Do you still think I'm a fool? Am I that easy to deceive!"

Ni Yongxiao's heart sank suddenly, he knew that he might be dead today, but he wondered how Gandhi knew about these things?

"How did you know?" Ni Yongxiao turned his head to look at Big D, it could only be he who told Gandhi.

Big D put on his hips and laughed: "Ni Yongxiao, you can only blame you for offending someone who shouldn't be offended."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was the old riddleman, as if he answered, but he seemed to answer nothing.

"Big D, let Mr. Ni go, and I'll give you the site in Tsim Sha Tsui." Han Chen was sweating like rain, holding the gun at Big D, his palms full of sweat.

Like Ni Yongxiao, he didn't think there would be any danger tonight, so he only brought a gun.

Big D looked at him with a silly look: "Are you stupid or am I stupid? Kill you, and your territory is mine too! I don't like to eat food, I like to do it myself, and you all have to die today."

When the words fell, he took a step back with a smile and let a few younger brothers stand in front of him: "Shoot, you have one gun, we have a dozen, and we will see who will die first."

Han Chen was in a dilemma for a while.

"Kill him!" Big D suddenly ordered.

"Bang bang bang!"

I don't know who shot first, but Han Chen was shot in the chest and back at the same time. He staggered a few times, and then staggered to the ground, convulsing and dying.

Seeing this, Guohua wanted to pick up Han Chen's gun, but the big D grabbed the knife from his younger brother's hand, stepped forward and slashed it down hard. broken.

"Ah ah ah!" Guohua screamed incessantly, and the broken bones of the bones were dyed red with blood in the blink of an eye.

"Hack them!" Big D laughed, wiped the blood from his face, and went straight to Ni Yongxiao, who subconsciously wanted to hide, but was stabbed first in the back.

Gandhi chased and cut Guohua with a knife, scolding as he cut: "Grass Nima, dare to sleep with my wife."

"Gandhi, Brother Gandhi, spare your life! Ah!" Guohua fled in a panic, but his back was exposed to Gandhi, and he kept getting knives until he fell down.

After hacking Guohua to death, Gandhi threw the knife to Wen Zheng, who was overwhelmed: "Kill the nigger, from now on, the business of the Ni family belongs to you and me, choose for yourself."

This is what he had discussed with the big D beforehand. Guohua, nigga, Han Chen, and Ni Yongxiao all died. He alone could not stabilize the situation, so Wen Zheng had to be pulled to prevent Guohua and the others from fighting back. .

Wen Zheng caught the knife and turned to look at the nigger.

"Don't! Don't!" The nigger shook his head and stepped back, then turned around suddenly and threw himself on the rolling shutter door and kept smashing and yelling: "Help! Help...ah!"

After the shutter door was pulled down, the big D's younger brother had already cleared the scene outside, so it was useless for him to cry out, let alone for help.

There was chaos in the hot pot restaurant, the sound of machetes slicing through flesh and blood kept ringing, and blood spattered. After a few minutes, the sound inside stopped and calm was restored.

Everyone was dead, but Ni Yongxiao was the only one who was still lingering. The white shirt on his body had been soaked with blood. He barely sighed, holding the table with one hand and shaking like a candle in the wind.

"Brother Luo said you scared him this morning." Big D stepped forward and put his arms around Ni Yongxiao's neck and whispered in his ear. At the same time, he stabbed the long knife in his hand into his lower abdomen, biting Tooth twisted a few times.

Ni Yongxiao spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground with unwillingness and shock in his eyes, and died completely.

"Clean up." Big D got up, took out Zhang Baijuan and wiped off the blood stains on his hands, said lightly.

"Yes, boss."

Big D, Wen Zheng, Gandhi went first from the back door.

The younger brothers stayed to clean up the scene.

When the shutter door opened again, the body inside had disappeared, and the blood on the ground was washed away, as if nothing had ever happened.

But after tonight, there are three less big names in the arena and a rookie who should have risen.

Well, it’s not you who killed me today, but I will kill you tomorrow. Every day in this world there are bad boys who want to be promoted, and big guys are hacked to death every day.

Whether it is a long-established boss or a rotten boy who has just debuted, as long as he doesn't jump out of the cesspool of the black and astringent meeting, he is destined to have no good end.

Those who choose to mix are themselves with one foot in the coffin and one foot in the prison.

　Ask for a monthly ticket!Damn, I asked the editor, and I read a lot. Why are there so few votes?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)