Mr. Quan, please take care

Chapter 860 Conflict, backdoor escape
After cleaning up, he drank the Huoxiangzhengqi liquid again, and Shen Wei said, "I want to go to the bathroom, can I?"

The proprietress nodded hastily, and pointed to the place dedicated to washing vegetables and bowls: "That's right behind."

"Okay, please go out and tell my companion, I have diarrhea, it may take a long time."

"no problem."

The proprietress went out, and Shen Yu went to the toilet.

"Hello……"

The third son watched the proprietress walking towards him, and frowned, "Is there something wrong?"

"The girl just asked me to come out and tell you that she went to the toilet."

The third son's complexion changed slightly, and he was about to rush in subconsciously. The proprietress hurriedly grabbed him: "What are you doing?"

"Who allowed her to go to the bathroom?!"

"Ah?" The proprietress stared at him like a monster, do you still need permission to go to the toilet?
"Step aside!"

The proprietress was pushed away by him with one hand, and her forehead hit the corner of the table, bleeding instantly.

The store was in chaos in an instant.

Exclamations, screams...

The two noodle cooks inside had a panoramic view of everything through the glass. Seeing that something was wrong, they immediately pushed the door out and bumped into the third son who was about to go in.

"What are you doing?!" An employee pushed him in the chest rudely.

The other one hurried over to help the proprietress up: "Miss Xu, are you alright?"

The proprietress took advantage of her strength to stand up, and felt a stabbing pain in her forehead. She raised her hand and touched it: "Blood... call the police! Hurry up and call the police!"

And on the other side, the third son who was confronting the little noodle cook heard the word "call the police", and the evil spirit in his eyes no longer concealed it. The most urgent task was to take Shen Yu away, and it would be very difficult to get out when the police came!

"Go away!" After finishing the words, he directly started.

Because he was anxious, the third son used all his strength, but what he didn't expect was that the opponent didn't move at all, and directly subdued him with his backhand, and stepped on his back.

The third son was dumbfounded.

Are the young people who cook noodles so awesome now?

Judging from the opponent's tricks that knocked him down, it is definitely not a "three-legged cat", but has been practiced seriously!
As for the third son...

Although he can punch and kick and is ruthless enough, it's okay to bluff ordinary people, and he can only be crushed when he meets a real "master".

For example, now, he wanted to fight back, but sadly found that he couldn't move at all.

On the other side, another employee was comforting: "Why do you call the police? Isn't Brother Xu just a ready-made policeman?"
The proprietress reacted after realizing it: "Yeah, and my little boy..."

"So, let's call 120 and call an ambulance first..."

It's also the third son's unlucky luck. By coincidence, the boss's younger brother, who works in the anti-drug brigade, came to help out at the noodle shop on weekends. He has seen a lot of vicious drug dealers. Are you afraid of you, a street gangster full of smugness?

However, this is not the worst.

At this time, as long as the third son can have a helper, he will not be so passive.

But brother Shuang went out to answer the phone, and the second son went to the convenience store across the road to buy cigarettes. When he found out that something was wrong, the third son had already been subdued.

"Damn it!" Brother Shuang gritted his teeth, "I'll go after Shen Yu, you're here to save people."

The cigarettes that the second son just bought were crushed hard by him, his joints turned white, and his veins were all over the place: "You lied to me...you lied to me..."

Then he rushed into the noodle restaurant with red eyes, and picked up a chair...

At this time, Shen Hou, who had slipped through the back door of the toilet, had already left the street, and changed into a calico shirt and black wide-leg pants brought along from the yard.

Because the size is too large, the waist of the trousers must be clenched by hand, and the hem of the jacket is also empty.

Presumably it belonged to the proprietress, after washing it and hanging it in the yard to dry, it would be convenient for her to pretend now.

Originally, Shen Wei just had the idea of ​​giving it a try, but she didn't expect that when she went into the toilet, she would actually find the back door.

Without much hesitation, she made a decisive decision and decided to run away.

It's not that I never thought I'd be caught back, but I only have one chance, even if I can't escape, I have to try before I'm reconciled.

Sitting still was never her style.

There are very few taxis in small towns, most of them are motorcycles and three-wheelers.

Shen Hou got dust from the corner of the wall and smeared it on her face, and her skin darkened by two shades. Her hair was tied behind her head, and instead of being tied up, it just hung on her back, half loose and half loose. When she appeared in a This is what it looked like in front of the tricycle driver.

She is no different from an ordinary middle-aged woman, except that she is taller and so thin that she can fall down when the wind blows.

"Are you going? Where are you going?"

Shen Yu didn't answer, and sat up first: "Longli Village."

She saw this place name in a tourist advertisement on the street, keywords: primitive mountain peaks...a large jungle...summer rafting...adventure entertainment...

"Hey, it's quite far away. Why don't you take a car? Enter the ticket office from here. It's still early and there are not many people. There must be seats."

"I'm motion sick, and I can't stand the smell in the bus."

"Oh, no wonder..." The driver suddenly realized, "Okay, then I'll take you there, but the fare is much more expensive than buying a bus ticket, so think about it carefully!"

"How many?"

"I'm not asking the price randomly, one hundred and fifty, earn you 50 yuan, one hundred is gas money."

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)