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Chapter 166 What the Second Young Master Knows (Part [-])

those bastards?

Although the second young master was very annoyed at their bad behavior of robbing him, but with their current situation, there was no threat to him.

Snapped!
There was a clear sound of physical collision, and a man's scream of collapse.

He walked out of the male player's "home" - a small warehouse with abstract figures painted on the outer wall, and looked to the left.

There's a warehouse there too, with double doors wide open.

A gangster, one of those who robbed him before, was leaning forward, tied to a metal post, and dripping tears.

Dozens of players lined up, and each of them slapped the gangster hard on the ass in order.

Every time before the photo was taken, the gangster was threatened to shout "I am a gangster".

Those members of the Flying Potato God Sect call this kind of behavior "experience brushing".

Inside the warehouse, seven gangsters were lying on the ground with swollen buttocks and dull eyes.

They would be medicated by a young doctor named "Sister Nervous", then loaded in a pickup truck and thrown outside Plum Street.

This behavior is called "sustainable use of resources" by them.

The second young master didn't think it was sustainable, but it was very educational.

After being spanked for four hours straight, these bastards will have to sleep on their stomachs for at least a month.

In all likelihood, they will have a psychological shadow on Plum Street, and they will never appear here again.

At least the second young master thought so.

This time the punishment is over.

Most of the players came out satisfied, and a few complained that they were not experienced enough and needed to find new players to practice.

The gangsters were lifted into the cargo box of the small truck by the players like cut pork, and placed neatly on the cold metal plate.

If it weren't for the occasional weak cry of pain and hoarse breathing, the second young master would have thought these people were dead.

The pickup truck is ready to go.

"Wait for me!" The second young master slammed on the door of the pickup truck, "Let me get in the car!"

The driver had stubble on his face, was dressed in slovenly clothes, and had an unlit cigarette butt dangling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes full of vicissitudes reminded the second young master of the wasteland wanderers caught in the prison of Giant Spirit City.

"NPC? Where are you going? What are you going to do?" The driver's voice was full of the magnetism of a mature man, with an inexplicable attraction, "Let's say it first, you want to pay."

The second young master gritted his teeth: "I'm going to the wasteland, the bus stop of the mutant species' den!"

"Money first. Thirty groschens."

He produced a wad of bills and coins.

"Okay." The driver with a vicissitudes of life took the money, counted each one, and then lit the cigarette butt that he had been biting for a long time.

He took a deep breath, and then exhaled white smoke from his nostrils.

Just for a moment of comfort, the driver put out the cigarette butt and continued to hold it in the corner of his mouth.

The second young master looked at those coins and banknotes and sighed in his heart.

Back in the day, when he waved his hand, fifty bodyguards knelt down to learn how to bark like a dog, and they had to choose the bodyguard who most resembled him and give him money at will.

At the time, he said he didn't like money because the smell of coins and notes always made him uncomfortable.

Now, his savings account is blocked, all his high-end prosthetic bodies are locked, and he can't even transfer money remotely.

If the second young master a month ago came to see himself now, he would definitely be shocked by his changes.

A mouthful of cheap drinks with seasonings, drank in one gulp;

The nutrient cream that tasted like soap was swallowed with eyes closed;

Uncomfortable clothes, even dirty, he got used to wearing them.

Sitting in the cab of this dirty truck, the second young master didn't feel anything, he just felt distressed and spent a lot of money.

The life of a black household, this is the most common life of a black household.

Bang!

The hooligans in the carriage, like newly arrived garbage, rolled to the edge of the garbage dump collectively.

"Master," the second young master imitated the words of the players, and asked, "What do you do?"

The driver held the steering wheel with one hand and stopped at a traffic light.

He looked at the top of the second young master's head and confirmed that it was not a player: "What's your question? You won't understand me even if I tell you."

The second young master still looked at the driver.

The driver glanced at him, lit a cigarette with one hand, and talked about the past.

"You NPC still have this kind of intelligence? Forget it, just talk about it."

……

When I was young, my family was poor, and my parents knew nothing except working in the fields and factories.

He gave birth to six children, four daughters and two sons.

When the eldest brother was a teenager, he swam in the wild and drowned; the eldest sister said she ran out to find work, but actually went out to sell, and later died on the bed where she made money.

Damn it, the rich played so crazy that they strangled them to death with a string.

When the mother cried twice, the body was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the pit dug, with both feet still exposed.

The remaining two sisters received a lot of gifts and married into the family of a man they didn't know; in this way, the youngest brother could afford the gift and marry a decent girl.

When I came out, one of the older sisters went crazy, saying it was a man who was violent at home all day long.

Who knows?I didn't read much, I ran away from home and never went back.

At that time, I most wanted to go to the grassland, the kind of grassland that can't see the edge.

I worked odd jobs all the way, and then took the green train to the grassland.

The grassland is really big, and the herdsmen are also tricky, and they can't find work.

An old man took me in and asked me how much I would have to have sex with him.

I said, one meal of mutton dumplings every day.

The old man refused, saying that he would eat once a week.

I said, okay, take care of the food, take care of it.

Living in the ground nest outside the sheep shed can at least fill my stomach every day.

When the time came, I realized that the old man used me as a dog, that kind of shepherd dog.

Wherever he pointed, I ran over.

I thought to myself, this is not how people live, but I was greedy for the weekly mutton dumplings, so I worked for several years.

Later, when I was about to leave, the old man burst into tears and asked me where I was going, saying that he regarded me as his son.

I just told him, I'm going to the south, it's too cold here.

The old man gave me 500 yuan and asked me to go to the train station.

Then go.

I didn't have any plans at first, so I got out of the car when I woke up and didn't know where to sit.

It's really good there, there are seafood to eat, that kind of small abalone, which is very cheap.

There are a group of dilapidated houses, small bungalows, and the rent is quite cheap. There are a group of psychopaths clamoring for dreams all day long, all of them are disheartened.

That is, many people pointed at my nose and said that I was a foreigner who came to destroy the appearance of the city.

I feel that there is life there, and it is not the life I want to live.

The other rented a house together, their feet were smelly, and they said they wanted to go south and work as a group performer in the film and television city.

I thought about it, it would be good to pretend to be a corpse, and I would lie down when the filming started, and I could sleep until the end of the shoot, so we went together.

Damn, he lost his way halfway, took my wallet and ran away, and his own mobile phone is still with me.

The train ride is too much.

I got out of the car and went to the wilderness, where a truck driver picked me up and said he would sell me.

I said, sell it as soon as you sell it, because there is not much meat in it.

The man laughed and said how could someone with hands and feet make such a mess.

He taught me to drive, let me drive late, and deliver goods to the bosses.

It has been open for several years, and the people have grown stronger.

He said he wanted to introduce his daughter to me, but he was drunk and I was drunk too.

I said, how can you have such a beautiful girl when you are so ugly.

At that time, I didn't know why, and I was very panicked.

I'm a cheap person, a place won't be stable for long, and if it's stable for a long time, I'll get seriously ill.

So at night, very late, I ran, running around.

Running and running, I bumped into a few boat bosses playing cards.

Poker is really bad.

I was half drunk and earned 3000 yuan in [-]v[-].

A ship boss said, your skills are qualified, and you have a future in transportation. Let me get on the boat with him and go across the sea.

Across the sea, I thought I was going abroad.

As a result, I disembarked and saw that I was still in China.

The boss of the boat pushed me and threw me to a person wearing brand-name clothes, saying that he wanted me to worship her as my teacher.

Ask what it is, female croupier, dealing cards.

Legal casino.

I never thought that I could go to such a place in my life.

(End of this chapter)