low-key warlock

It was past three o'clock in the morning.

In the dark cell, there were even breathing sounds one after another, but it seemed more and more peaceful.The ever-burning lamp emits weak light, which faintly falls on the criminal suspects who are sleeping soundly covered with bedding.

One got up quietly and approached Su Chunfeng without making any sound.

Su Chunfeng, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, closed his eyes and said softly, "Yang Shubin, I don't want to kill you here, but I don't mind torturing you alive."

That's what he said, but Su Chunfeng didn't move—if he met that kind of real fighting master, Su Chunfeng didn't dare to say that he could win steadily, and naturally he wouldn't be careless. Su Chunfeng, who was beaten without confidence, still has extreme confidence.

Actually, Yang Shubin didn't plan to sneak attack Su Chunfeng, he sat on the side of the shop opposite to Su Chunfeng, and said: "Aren't you tired when you are so worried and always on guard?"

Su Chunfeng ignored him.

"You didn't even think about killing me, you were just using me to show your attitude to certain people or forces, and to give them a signal." Yang Shubin's swollen and bruised cheeks probably wouldn't subside in a week. , squeezed out a miserable smile, and said, "Now, you seem to have used up my use value, so you didn't get up and beat me right now, did you?"

"En." Su Chunfeng gave an affirmative response.

Yang Shubin smiled self-deprecatingly, and said: "A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers... I really never thought that someone would dare to take me out and use me casually, and then throw it away."

Su Chunfeng got up, turned around, crossed his legs, faced Yang Shubin, and said, "Because you have always taken yourself too seriously."

"I have the qualifications."

"Well, as it happens, I have the right not to take you seriously."

"Brother, since you have finished using me, you must be able to go out soon." Yang Shubin smiled and took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to Su Chunfeng, lit one himself, and asked naturally: " I should have been able to go out a year ago, you won't really have to kill me after seeing me outside?"

Su Chunfeng took a deep breath of the cigarette, exhaled it slowly, and said, "Well, if you don't remind me, you really forgot what you said."

"So……"

"People like you are not afraid, let alone bow your head to beg for mercy. This really makes me hesitate."

"I will not take revenge on you."

"Then I don't have to kill you."

"So trust me?"

Su Chunfeng smiled and waved his right hand holding the cigarette, and said: "I believe in myself, and it has nothing to do with your ability, influence, and whether you will keep your word of mouth... okay, let's stop talking about those nonsense and It's a detour, if you want to make me your friend, yes, I will treat you as a friend and let the past go, but I have to tell you in advance that we can't go the same way."

"Sounds like I'm a bad guy."

"Originally, but I'm a good man."

"I-fuck..."

……

……

On the 25th morning of the twelfth lunar month.

Su Chunfeng walked out of the detention center—not released on bail, but acquitted.

This is due to Zheng Tianming, the deputy director of the sub-bureau who is brutal and tough in handling cases, and who is good at taking extreme routes. Faced with such a weird case, he finally gave up under the strong deterrence of Su Chunfeng. After interrogating Su Chunfeng directly, he immediately understood what Su Chunfeng had quietly told him at the beginning, so he simply reported to his superiors one after another, and then held a meeting in the bureau to discuss and pass the decision to acquit Su Chunfeng.

"Chunfeng!"

"Chunfeng..."

"breeze!"

A group of people who had been waiting outside all rushed forward.

Su Chunfeng's mother Chen Xiulan, aunt Chen Yufang, consultant of Yaxing Film and Television Company Chu Zhuoyan, girlfriend Wang Haifei who had to wait for Su Chunfeng to come out, Zhang Lifei, teacher Xiao Qian, and a lawyer from Beijing's legal affairs department , and Shan Zhenzhen, the vice president and acting president of the Peking University Student Warlock Association.

After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, Su Chunfeng stretched out his hand to tighten the zipper on his mother's down jacket, adjusted the scarf, and asked in a low voice, "Mother, where is my father?"

"I went home yesterday. There are many things in the company." Chen Xiulan said gently.

Su Chunfeng knew in his heart that his father was most likely angry that he didn't go to school in the capital and caused trouble. Thinking of this, he scratched his head guiltily and said, "Mom, it's all my fault. You and my father are worried, there are so many things at home, and I have to trouble you to travel so far to the capital..." While talking, he looked at Chen Yufang: "Aunt Tang, I have caused you trouble."

Chen Yufang rolled his eyes at him, and said: "I have to thank you, I happened to have the opportunity to get together with my classmates, in the future, you remember causing trouble and being arrested by the police every now and then, then I will have an excuse to come to the capital to reunite with my classmates. "

"No, no, no more." Su Chunfeng said with a blushing face.

Chu Zhuoyan had booked two tables in a hotel in Zhongguancun on his own initiative, and after Su Chunfeng chatted with his family, he went forward and enthusiastically asked everyone to go to the hotel to dispel Su Chunfeng's obscurity.

"Chunfeng, this Mr. Chu is very kind to you." Chen Xiulan whispered.

"Well." Su Chunfeng whispered: "Their company actually wanted to sign Li Fei early to become an artist of their company and become a star, but Li Fei didn't seem to be very willing, so they took a roundabout tactic, trying to please Li Fei first. Friends, that is, Hai Fei and I, after getting close to each other, it will be easy to handle things."

"So it's like this..." Chen Xiulan was dubious.

At this time, Wang Haifei, Zhang Lifei, and Xiao Qian had already formed a small circle with Shan Zhenzhen under Zhang Lifei's initiative.

The reason is naturally that Zhang Lifei, Wang Haifei, and Xiao Qian are all very surprised that there is such a senior in the Beijing Conference who is one year taller than Su Chunfeng and has a delicate and graceful appearance. She is willing not to go home after the winter vacation. freed.During the chat, I found out that Shan Zhenzhen is the president of the "Qiaosuo Yi Xue Society" of Beijing University, and Su Chunfeng is a member of the society, so as the president, she also represents the Peking University Student Union and is responsible for getting Su Chunfeng out of prison...

Although this reason is somewhat reluctant, it can also be justified.

Under Chu Zhuoyan's enthusiastic attention, a group of people walked towards the three cars that Chu Zhuoyan had already arranged.

Su Chunfeng accompanied his mother. He just sent his mother into the car and was about to close the door and get on the car from the other side when he saw a black Rolls-Royce leading the way, followed by a convoy of seven or eight large black Mercedes-Benz. A few aggressive off-road vehicles followed closely behind. The convoy stopped by the road outside the detention center. The doors of the luxury cars opened, and the men in well-dressed suits and leather shoes walked out. Huge and burly, wearing sunglasses and full of toughness.

Judging from the images of these people, some of them are big bosses, some are bodyguards and the like, and some seem to be engaged in secretarial or lawyer work.

What a big battle.

Su Chunfeng's relatives and friends who had already sat in the car couldn't help but click their tongues secretly.

Su Chunfeng was also a little surprised and amused—who is so amazing?It's like those gangster movies in Hong Kong and Taiwan, dare to make such a big battle in the capital to pick up people outside the detention center?Don't you know what it means to have a big tree attract the wind?As if he was afraid that he would die slowly, he couldn't even keep a low profile.

Then, he saw Yang Shubin, who had changed into a neat brown silk and satin Tang suit, come out from the gate of the detention center.

Immediately, several people greeted him with respectful gestures.

There were even a few tough-looking youths wearing sunglasses who set up a circle around the perimeter, as if protecting the people in the circle from being harmed.

Well, it's almost the same as the treatment of national leaders traveling.

A not tall man in his 30s, wearing glasses and combing his shiny hair, carrying a black briefcase, walked out of the protective circle surrounded by bodyguards, frowning and arrogance Walking up to the car where Su Chunfeng was standing, he scolded: "Hey, whose car is this? Why is it parked here? Hurry up, let's go, there are two cars behind..." The young man with a split head just looked at it contemptuously. He glanced at Su Chunfeng, and then pointed at the two cars behind with his briefcase in his hands and began to yell at him. With that momentum and appearance, he seemed to be more dignified than the traffic police for doing this kind of thing.

Chen Yufang, who was just about to get into the car, heard the words and frowned slightly. Her temper was the most unaccustomed to seeing this kind of person. When she was about to say something, Su Chunfeng smiled and waved to her, indicating that she was okay. It was necessary to be angry with others, so Chen Yufang snorted, turned around and got into the car, and slammed the door shut.

With Su Chunfeng's temperament, naturally he wouldn't have to be angry with others just because of such a trivial matter.

He turned around and was about to get in the car, when he heard the little split man say frivolously to the two men with big arms and round waists in sunglasses, "Hey, that coquettish bitch, you're so exciting, it looks like you can't resist giving me two Speak, her mother..." As he spoke, he raised his chin provocatively towards Chen Yufang who was sitting in the car, showing an undisguised sensuality, and moved forward Null lips.

Snapped!

A crisp sound!

The little split-headed man only felt his eyes go dark, and when he clearly felt the burning pain on his face, he was already knocked down by the sudden ear scraper involuntarily.

The two men in sunglasses reacted and stood in front of the little branch, looking at Su Chunfeng angrily, as if they were about to fight at any moment, but they restrained themselves from making a move. Among them, the tallest man in sunglasses raised his hand and held it down. He touched Su Chunfeng's shoulder, and said coldly: "Brother, why do you want to beat someone?"

The little branch held his swollen cheeks in disbelief, sat on the ground and stared at Su Chunfeng: "You fucking dare to hit me? Do you know who I am?"

Su Chunfeng shook his shoulders, raised his arms and made a circle.

The man in sunglasses who was pressing on his shoulder felt his hands slip, and his body involuntarily staggered sideways for three or four steps as if he was being pushed hard. He held onto the rear of the Crown sedan that Su Chunfeng was going to take with both hands, and managed to stabilize himself without jumping. fell to the ground.However, the other man in sunglasses was drawn in a circle by Su Chunfeng with one arm, and when he put and retracted his forearm, he pushed out, and then he was pushed back a few steps, and sat down on the ground with a plop.

Su Chunfeng strode forward, raised his leg, and kicked the little split-headed man's cheek, kicking him who had just sat up so that he fell sideways to the ground, even breaking his glasses.

hula la...

Several men in black and sunglasses immediately surrounded him, but they didn't make any moves.

But the momentum is extremely frightening.

The sword is drawn!

Seeing this, Su Chunfeng's relatives and friends quickly got out of the car and stood beside Su Chunfeng—well, except for Chu Zhuoyan, a gentle middle-aged man, all of them were women.

"Chunfeng, what's the matter?" Chen Xiulan was so anxious that she almost shed tears. Her son had been studying in Beijing for a year and a half, but he seemed to have changed his temper. up.Moreover, this group of people doesn't look like a good person, and they are rich and powerful, how can they afford to provoke them?Besides, this is the capital city, and it's not like something happened in Pingyang City.

"Mother, don't worry, everything will be fine." Su Chunfeng smiled and patted his mother's hand holding his arm, then gently pulled it away, saying: "This grandson is too tired, he scolded my aunt just now."

While talking, Su Chunfeng admired Yang Shubin in his heart - just from the restraint shown by his gang of sturdy subordinates, it can be seen that they are by no means ordinary gangsters, but It is a team with high quality and obedience under the leadership of Yang Shubin.In all fairness, at this point, the older, more mature and steady Yang Shubin is stronger than the younger Zhao Shangang.

Seeing the situation here, Yang Shubin couldn't help showing a smile on his face, walked over and said, "Chunfeng, you just came out, and you want to give my brother a blow?"

Su Chunfeng rolled his eyes at the little guy who was struggling to get up from the ground, and said with a smile: "Boss Yang, if everyone around you is like him, then I will really underestimate you."

"Well, do you want to teach me a lesson?" Yang Shubin asked.

"Forget it." Su Chunfeng waved his hands, turned around and greeted his relatives and friends to get in the car, "It's okay, it's okay, let's go."

Chen Xiulan and the others all showed doubts on their faces, but they could tell that Su Chunfeng and the big bosses of these men who looked particularly fierce should know each other, and now that no one wanted to stay for a long time, they all got into the car, and Chen Xiulan even pulled her son I'm afraid that an inattentive son will fight with someone again, that's too scary.

Su Chunfeng and his mother sat in the back row, opened the car window, waved to Yang Shubin, and said, "Boss Yang, see you later."

Yang Shubin smiled and waved his hands.

Three cars drove away slowly.

Surrounded by his subordinates, cronies, and friends, Yang Shubin held a purple-brown wooden pipe in his right hand, took a deep puff of the cigarette, then glanced at the little split-headed man bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Qiwen, if it wasn't for seeing For your brother's sake, I have already discounted your legs, why haven't you made any progress in the past few years?"

"President Yang, I, I..."

Yang Shubin stopped looking at him, and said to his cronies with a smile: "Didn't you just ask how I got the injury on my face?"

Several confidantes, including the men in sunglasses surrounding them, all pricked up their ears, and what's more, their faces were tense and their fists were clenched, with murderous intent in their hearts—even in the detention center, who would dare to beat Brother Bin? If he is injured, then he must not be let go... The person who injured Brother Bin has to dig him out and kill him even if he hides in the corners of the world.

"It was beaten by that kid just now." Yang Shubin didn't feel ashamed to be beaten like this at all. He turned around and walked in front of the Rolls Royce with a pipe in his mouth, and said lightly, "Don't even think about it." For revenge, if we don't fight, we don't know each other, that kid and I are friends."

Everyone was surprised.

But no one asked any more.

Brother Bin doesn't like idiots, so he doesn't like being asked too much.