The Second Affiliated Hospital of the City, Emergency Department.

"San'er, what do you think about those two stabs?" Da Chuang clenched his fists and stood next to Jing San'er, and Er Fat Wu and Xiaoqing also surrounded him.

At this time, the doctor had just cleaned his wound and was stitching him in the thigh.

Jing San'er said without frowning: "If you don't knock him down today, there will be no place for you to stand in the imperial dynasty in the future!"

Hearing this, Da Chuang didn't know whether to be moved or angry, he rubbed his face with his hands, then looked at Jing San'er and said, "San'er, do I have a place to stand, you shouldn't be involved in this matter!"

Jing San'er gritted his teeth and smiled, because at this time, the doctor had already put a second needle on his thigh.

"Han Jun has been playing in society for so many years, he didn't understand what he didn't understand, I taught him to play and understand!" Immediately, Jing San'er bared his teeth and said to the doctor: "Doctor, I don't speak, and you don't use my thighs as pillows!"

"Don't move, there's still a stitch!" said the doctor, without looking up.

At this moment, Da Chuang's mobile phone rang, but after he took out his mobile phone, his brows furrowed, because he saw that the phone showed that it was Han Qiang calling.

Immediately, Da Chuang connected the mobile phone and put it to his ear: "Hey, hadron ......"

Without waiting for Da Chuang to finish speaking, Han Qiang shouted at Da Chuang: "Jing San'er is in front of you, tell him that if my brother is good, I will leave him a place in the morgue!"

"Hadron ......"

"Click!"

The other end of the phone pressed to hang up.

Jing San'er looked at Da Chuang and asked, "What, Han Qiang called you just now?"

Da Chuang put down his phone, looked at Jing San'er and nodded.

"Chuang, let me say something, things have come to this point, it's impossible not to do it!" Fat Wu picked his ears and looked at Da Chuang and said.

Da Chuang looked at Fat Wu and asked, "Now that Deng Qian is lying in the hospital, I will work with the Han family brothers?"

Da Chuang's words, Fat Wu directly stopped talking.

At this time, Jing San'er behind him said: "Now in this situation, it's impossible for you to do it, I heard Han Qiang's shouting on the phone in my position just now." ”

“…… I thought, I'll figure it out. Da Chuang rubbed his forehead and said.

"How do you solve it?" Jing San'er asked.

Da Chuang was about to speak, but he stopped talking, pondered for a while, and said, "Let me think about it." ”

"It's all caused by that Duan Xiaobo, you have to find him first!" At this time, Xiao Qing, who had not spoken on the side, spoke.

Da Chuang looked at him, and then said, "Xiaobo must not hand it over, I will settle this matter!"

"In the end, I'm afraid that I still have to talk on the tip of the knife!" Jing San'er finished saying this, and the three stitches had already been sewn.

How well people mix in society is not how many people you know, but how many people can still know you when you are in trouble! And Da Chuang knows that Jing San'er's brothers, no matter what time they are, are absolutely trustworthy and relied on by him, but in this matter, Da Chuang does not want them to get involved, even if there is a glimmer of hope, he does not want to solve it by force, because Da Chuang has always taboo to fight with the same family.

Because he has seen too many internal battles, and in the end, both sides were defeated, and the gangs that once had hope of rising in Jiangdong were destroyed overnight because of infighting, so he didn't want to let such a thing happen to him again, so he tried his best to avoid confronting the Han family brothers from beginning to end.

However, things often backfire, and sometimes, it's not your consciousness that can dominate!

……

In a 20-square-meter gloomy hut, a man in his thirties, with a dark skin and a stubble face, sat on a wicker chair, held a foreign fire, and after "clattering", he lit a cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath, and spit out a thick puff of smoke.

At this time, the mobile phone on the coffee table next to it also displayed a short message that he had just received, in addition, there was a pitch-black imitation 64 pistol on the coffee table, and a few copper-colored bullets scattered around.

Immediately, he picked up the imitation 64 pistol on the coffee table, and after playing with it in his hand for a while, he took out the gun shuttle, picked up a few bullets and pressed them inside, picked up the mobile phone on the desktop, deleted the text message on it, spit out a half-smoked cigarette, and stood up from the rattan chair.

This man couldn't stand up straight, because his back was a little rickety, and his shoulders were a little asymmetrical, but it didn't look like he was born.

A month ago, this man returned to Koto and has been living in this small house, and no one knows that he has returned to Koto, except for one person!

He knew that he was finally going to do it this time, and after doing it, he would leave Jiangdong again, because Jiangdong was no longer his home, he was used to a life of wandering, and now he was a fugitive wanted by the police for many years, and he came back this time just to repay the kindness of a person here to him back then, if it wasn't for that person, he would have died here if he couldn't get out of Jiangdong.

At the same time, after making a phone call on the rooftop of the hospital, Lao Diao hurriedly walked down the stairs and returned to Deng Qian's ward.

At this time, Deng Qian was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was asleep.

Huazi and another brother stood by the bed.

"Is Mr. Deng asleep?" asked Huazi as soon as Lao Qian came in.

"......" Hua Zi was just about to speak, when Deng Qian opened his eyes, smiled at Lao Diao, and said, "I'm just a little tired, I just closed my eyes for a while, what, Lao Diao, what did you just do?"

"Oh, what, I just went to answer a phone call, a batch of goods came out of the warehouse over there in Universiade, let me go over and sign, and I asked Xiaoxin to do it." The old eagle picked the tip of his nose and said.

Deng Qian nodded slightly, but did not speak.

"Mr. Deng, if you want to eat something, our brother will buy it for you!" At this time, Huazi asked Deng Qian.

"What, now that he's weak and can't eat anything else, you can go buy some millet porridge." I have money. "When the old eagle speaks, he has to pay for it.

"No need, Brother Diao, I have it!" Huazi said, and was about to go out.

"Give you money!" said the old eagle and stood up, took out a hundred yuan and handed it to Hua Zi.

Huazi was just about to speak, but when he saw the money handed over by Lao Diao, he was stunned for a moment, and then after glancing at Lao Diao, he said to the person behind him: "Go, you go with me, I don't know where to sell." ”

"Ahem, it's just where Xinjie ......" The man didn't finish speaking, so he changed his words and said, "I'd better go with you, don't go to the wrong place." ”

After speaking, the two of them walked out of the ward together, and Hua Zi was holding the hundred yuan that the old eagle gave him with the words written on it.