The little fat man Zhang Ze is now long gone, and he has no fresh clothes and angry horses, and he can be majestic with a ruffian alone.

His hands and feet were handcuffed, his clothes were stripped of and only a pair of big pants were left, and the white fat on his body was stained with blood, which seemed to have broken in the east and a piece in the west, and even his belly was wrapped in a cloth dyed red with blood.

Syllable.

Standing in front of him, the fierce catcher quickly split his head and covered his face and gave him a whip.

The flesh on the body of the little fat man Zhang Ze was very elastic, and the whip was drawn, as if it was drawn on the cowhide, and it bounced up.

Zhang Ze, who was disheveled, lifted his blood-soaked face with difficulty, like an old cow in a dying state who was struggling to drink a sip of water, he stretched out his tongue and licked the wound on the side of his mouth vigorously, looking at the person in front of him and smiling stupidly.

The person in front of him is Qian Bao.

seems to be tossed and scared, but now even if Zhang Ze looks like a half-dead ghost, his hands and feet are roasted, Qian Zhen is still hiding far away, and he is still being guarded by a group of subordinates.

"Hehehe..."

The little fat man Zhang lowered his head heavily, only those eyes looked at Qian Zhen like a chicken, and his tone was careless, "My son came to see your father?"

Smack.

The catcher next to him whipped him in the face again.

A clear blood mark immediately appeared on Zhang Zebaihua's fat flesh, and the skin opened, so the fat flesh stained with blood bloomed like a flower.

It hurts, it really hurts, it hurts to the bones, and the little fat man Zhang raised his head very gracelessly, wailing like a pig...... Like a burning fire.

screamed tired, the little fat man Zhang Ze seemed to have no bones, the whole person was completely depressed, and the pieces of fat on his body were like balloons filled with water, wilting.

In the underground cell that was not bright enough, the fast catchers who were surrounding Zhang Ze finally let go of their covered ears.

The hand-cranked fan, the freshly dressed angry horse, and the personable Qian Bao also dared to walk in front of Zhang Ze.

Qian paced like a dog that had always been docile. He pinched the white and tender fat on Zhang Ze's body, and the cloud was light and light, "Fatty, it hurts comfortably." Screaming so badly. ”

The little fat man Zhang is rarely silent, but he is scolding you in his heart, and you don't hurt if you beat you to the skin?

Qian Zhen was like teasing a kitten that he was playing with between his palms, and asked, "If you don't speak, you will be beaten comfortably?

The little fat man Zhang Ze is not a brainless person who eats bones, he shook his head funny, meaning that it is better to stop fighting.

Qian Zhen grabbed Zhang Ze's face from his hair, leaned closer and asked, "Afraid of beating?" Why don't you write a letter and ask Mo Xiaohe to do it for you?"

The little fat man stared blankly at Qian for a long time, like a person in a long drought meeting Ganlin.

But in the end, Zhang turned his face to the side in loneliness.

Finally, he moved forward, pretending to be a ghost begging to be beaten, and whispered angrily, "In this case, I advise you to fight a few more times." Anyway, if you fight, you will also beat your father. ”

Qian didn't get angry but smiled, he slapped Zhang Ze's hanging head a few times with a fan, and then kicked Zhang Ze's wounded thigh with all his might.

In the end, Qian Jiao smiled and said, "Are the bones so hard?"

The kick just hit Zhang Ze's broken wound, and blood flowed out from the white and tender fat flesh, mixed with the mud on Qian Ze's shoes.

Zhang Ze no longer had the strength to scream.

Qian Bao slowly turned around, looked at the thugs and catchers around him, like a profiteer who had won a business war, and laughed, "My uncle Qian Lai has 20,000 royal forest troops, and my father Qian Yan is rich and armored, so he is a child of a noble family, but he is rarely powerful and oppressive." ”

"Seeing that you have some ability, stay by your side and be a thug, you really kick your nose and face and think that you and I are equal?

"Make a big fuss about a rich restaurant, make a big fuss about the Qian family's compound, beat me, beat my father, and be very majestic?"

As he spoke, Qian Zhen suddenly turned around, and his big mouth twitched back on Zhang Ze's face. His expression fell, and he shouted angrily, "What about now? Why is it not majestic now?"

"Little cheap and fat man! Most of the villages have been slaughtered! This is all your fault! If you provoke my Qian family, they will die!"

inevitably caused a numb burst of laughter from his followers.

Qian Zhen lifted the chin of the fat man Zhang Ze in a victorious posture and looked directly into Zhang Ze's eyes.

Zhang Ze also looked directly at Qian Zhen's eyes.

In essence, Zhang was furious.

Since Xiaoyi came to stretch out his hand to open his mouth, he could tremble three times in the whole Shili Town when he stepped on it, and even Zhang Ze, who could kick his father when he was unhappy, was not so embarrassed.

The path he walked was like a miniature figure-eight step into no man's land, his head was always raised, his hands were always in his trouser pockets, and only the eyes of people would look down from time to time.

Mother, now planted in the hands of this broken settlement Qian Qian was tossed so much, and the man on Shili Street, who has always lived a simple life, was also cut down last night.

Can he not be angry? Can he not have palpitations?

He really wanted to scold this dog-like Qian Zhen for fucking your mother, scolding him for being a coward who relied on his father like himself, telling him that Lao Tzu beat you ten, and telling him not to say that it was you, even if he met Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu still regarded him as a bitch!

However, Zhang Ze did not scold, because he knew that the more angry he was, the more he seemed to be strong and capable, the more useless he became, and the more Qian Qian had the pleasure of playing with a mad dog.

The anger that cannot make the enemy shed blood and tears is a hypocritical joke made by mediocre people.

Qian Qian seemed to hate Zhang Ze's stinky stone-like expression, and his expression became very hideous, "Do you know that I didn't let people abolish you in the first place, I regret it." ”

The little fat man Zhang laughed instead of being angry, "I regret that my mother gave birth to you in the first place." ”

Smack.

The angry Qian Bao picked up a whip next to him and whipped it on Zhang Ze's body, face and legs.

In the end, Qian Zhen really didn't have the strength to fight anymore, so he stopped.

The whip he drew a white cut on Zhang Ze's face, and blood flowed from Zhang Ze's nose, eyes, and skin, as the tears that were involuntary because of the pain in Zhang Ze's eyes.

Because his hair and face are now stained with blood, he can't see what the once high-spirited Zhang Ze probably is, and he can only see that he is in pain from his closed eyes, distorted face, and weak body.

"Hillbilly or hillbilly, you know it hurts this time, right?"

Qian Zhen finally smiled happily, "Wouldn't it be better to stay on your Shili Street and be your hillbilly?

Qian rolled up his sleeves, as if he was afraid of soiling his wings, he carefully pulled up Zhang Ze's hair, raised Zhang Ze's face, slapped Zhang Ze's fat face a few times, and spoke casually, "Aren't you very angry? Do you want to hit me very much? Of course, sometimes anger is also a weapon, but when a beggar meets the emperor, anger can only be simple anger!"

Zhang Ze's bloody face suddenly opened one eye.

Burst.

He spat out.

The saliva mixed with the blood in his mouth, and it happened to shoot into the mouth of Qian Jiao, who was talking.

Qian Zhen was a little nauseated, squatting on the ground and coughing wildly, vomiting non-stop.

The little fat man Zhang said mischievously, "Aren't you very angry? Do you want to hit me very much? Of course, sometimes anger is also a weapon, but when the son meets his father, anger can only be simple anger!"

Bang.

A mallet was heavily pumped on Zhang Ze's big heavenly spirit cover.

Zhang, who was bleeding non-stop, turned his face, revealing a light smile, and said heartlessly, "I can't make a weapon, take a mallet and hit your father, like scratching." ”

"Well, when your father wakes up, I'll play with your son. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang lowered his head and passed out.