As I spoke, the phone was connected, and Brother Hei said angrily: "Hey, hello!"

"Who are you? Please shut up if you intercede, no one has face in this matter. Vanke, who was dyed with silver hair on the other side, glanced at the screen disdainfully and asked.

Brother Hei on the other side of the phone suddenly fell silent, and after four or five seconds, Brother Hei said in a low voice: "My name is Liang Hao, and I used to play with the big ghosts and two ghosts." ”

Vanke said impatiently: "I know the big ghost and the second ghost in Yuzhong, isn't it the gang that was shot last year? But you Liang Hao, I really haven't heard of it, it's okay, so be it." ”

Brother Hei was silent again, and then spoke after a few seconds: "Can you give me face?"

I know Brother Hei as a person, and it is definitely more difficult to beg him to say a soft word than to slap him in the mouth, and at this time, let him say the phrase "give me face", he is definitely in a particularly struggling stage in his heart.

"Give you face, what are you, Ha Ma Pi!" Vanke looked up at me and grinned abruptly.

As soon as I realized that something was wrong and wanted to go back, Vanke grabbed my neck and pressed it down, and my knee was raised and slammed on my cheek, and I was beaten and squatted on the ground, snot and tears came out one after another, and my phone fell to the ground.

Brother Hei's voice passed through his mobile phone: "Hey, hey, you're looking for death!"

"Lao Tzu begs for death!" Vanke glanced at me condescendingly, raised his foot and stomped on my mobile phone with a "snap", the mobile phone screen suddenly fell apart, and Brother Hei's voice stopped abruptly, Vanke pointed at my nose and sneered: "Call Qi Heng and ask him to ransom you with 30 million, otherwise I will cut off one of your fingers a day." ”

"Lie down to Nimad!" I jumped up with a thrill, grabbed his waist pole with both hands and rushed back, Vanke probably didn't expect me to dare to fight back, and was suddenly hit by me to the ground, I pressed on him, reached out and felt the circlip behind his waist, intending to put it on his neck.

As a result, as soon as his hand reached the back of his waist, he was grabbed by his clothes and lifted up.

That's right, I was nearly one hundred and thirty or forty pounds, and I was directly grabbed with one hand by the strong man who took me into the nightclub, and I didn't dare to have any chance to react, the strong man grabbed my clothes and fell straight out like throwing a toy.

I hit my back against the wall, and I let out a scream of "uh!" in pain, and the bone on my waist bar was injured, and I struggled for a long time before I could get up.

Soon, a few bald young men jumped in from outside the house and surrounded me, just like beating a donkey.

"Get out of the way, turtle son, dare to hit Lao Tzu!" Vanke ran to me angrily, raised his big feet and stomped on my head and body.

I curled up on the ground, holding my head, and I could smell the blood on my body.

After beating me for four or five minutes, Vanke stopped and yelled at the guys on the left and right: "Keep beating me, kill this hama skin." ”

At this time, Zhang Xingyu, who was sitting on the wall at the door, said coldly: "Hehe, if he dies, you won't get a dime, if he continues to be injured, you may have difficulty getting money, Qi Heng looks at him more than his son." ”

Vanke paused slightly, spat at me, and then kicked me viciously, looking sideways at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.