Chen Hao glanced at the military dagger on the table, and then his eyes swept to Zijian, and the two looked at each other angrily.

The air in the private room froze instantly.

Wu Bin leaned back in his chair, raised his eyes to look at Zijian, and asked coldly: "Zijian, we have been friends for more than ten years, are you doing this today?"

Zijian pressed the cigarette butt in his mouth into the ashtray and squeezed it vigorously: "Brother, I'm sorry, today is a matter between our brothers, he doesn't leave something here, no!" After speaking, Zijian pointed his finger at the person behind him, and the person turned around and stood at the gate.

Zijian's meaning is obvious, today, if Chen Hao doesn't leave something, then no one will leave. Including Wu Bin, of course!

Seeing this, Wu Bin instantly put away the face he had just now, and his face showed a fierce light.

"Zijian, it's a matter between the two of us, what do you mean?" Chen Hao pointed at Zijian and said.

Zijian slapped the table: "Chen Hao, I haven't been on Railway Street for a year or two, and even you dare to do it with me now, will any brother be able to call me in the future? And smash me this time, the doctor said that if you can't get it right, there will be sequelae! Today, you must satisfy me before you can get out of here!"

Chen Hao pressed the cigarette in his hand on the table and raised his voice: "If you say so, that's okay, we're all standing and peeing, I'm not afraid that your words don't count, Brother Bin is watching here today, I'll give you an explanation!"

Chen Hao met Zijian's gaze and looked at him, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

Casually, Chen Hao picked up the dagger on the table, brushed his hand along the blade, then put his left hand flat on the table, held the dagger in his right hand, and raised it violently.

"Chen Hao, stop!" Wu Bin shouted at Chen Hao and stood up.

"Brother!" Zijian and Wu Bin also shouted.

At the same time, Chen Hao slashed down at his left little thumb with a knife, only to hear a "click". A little finger was amputated.

Chen Hao threw the knife, picked up a little thumb that had been cut off and threw it to Zijian, and said with a pale face: "Zijian, this is yours!"

Zijian looked at Chen Hao in a daze, maybe he just wanted Chen Hao to admit it, but Chen Hao really cut off his finger himself.

Chen Hao grabbed a large pile of drawing paper from the side and wrapped it on the little finger of his left hand, which was still half left, and the blood immediately stained the white tissue red.

Wu Bin's chest fell and said to Chen Hao: "Brother, your knife, brother wrote it down." Then, he took out a pistol from his handbag on the table and slapped it on the table.

It was an imitation of a five-four pistol, and the place where the case was often touched had been polished to a shiny finish, revealing a little of the original silver color of the metal.

Wu Bin pointed to the gun on the table with a pale, and said, "From now on, if this kind of thing happens again, I will speak to it! I will do what I say!" As he spoke, Wu Bin's eyes flashed with fierce light, staring at Zijian.

Zijian looked at Wu Bin, and after sinking for two seconds, he turned his head at the person behind him, and the person took out a wad of money and left it on the table in front of Chen Hao.

"Brother, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. After speaking, Zijian pulled out the chair and strode out of the private room with the people behind him.

As soon as Zijian left, Wu Bin said to Chen Hao: "Pick up your fingers quickly, you can still pick them up when you get to the hospital!"

Chen Hao's face turned pale, and he said to Wu Bin: "Brother, no, leave a thought!" After speaking, tears rolled in his eyes, and he walked out of the private room.

In the private room, Wu Bin sat alone on the chair, looked at the finger left by Chen Hao, and sighed.

Wu Bin knew that Chen Hao didn't want to embarrass himself, but he blamed himself for failing to uphold justice for him this time.

This time the matter seems to be over, but the bigger beam is. At this moment, Wu Bin only felt that his brain was buzzing.

As soon as Zijian walked out of the gate of the Wu family's restaurant, the brother next to him asked, "Brother, let's turn against Brother Bin this time?"

Zijian stopped, looked at the brother and said, "Don't listen to him scare you, Shen Biao is in the hospital, and Chen Hao is a waste." Who doesn't have a gun? How much have we done for him in the past two years, and how much has he given us? Do you really want to make it clear, do I scare him?"

"Yes, brother, our brother will follow you!" one of the people next to him echoed.

Zijian thought for a while, and then asked the other person, "By the way, Qiangzi, how is the connection?"

"Brother Le's people said that tomorrow at eleven o'clock in the morning, they will trade in Lijia Village. The man who called Qiangzi said.

", run so far?" Zijian said.

"They're quite, that's it, I don't know if they'll change places again, let's see when the time comes. Hadron said.

Also, the more they pay attention, the more they prove that this thing is not wrong. Zijian nodded, opened the door and got into the car.

......

Lijia Village in the western suburbs, an abandoned granary.

A Toyota was domineering and stopped at the door of the granary yard.

Four people got out of the car, one in front of the head, wearing a black tweed coat, and the short hair was rooted in hairspray, this person was the current backbone of Wei Guang's gang, Huzi. Behind him were four or five men of five big and three thick, and the gang walked directly to the gate of the granary.

"Boom!" Huzi slapped the big iron door three times.

Soon, a sentence came from inside: "Heavenly King Covers the Tiger!"

"I'm your mother. Huzi answered lightly.

Then, the iron door was opened with a "creak".

The moment the door opened, seeing the scene inside, Huzi was instantly stunned.

In the warehouse, three or four people, some holding iron hangers in their hands, others holding the * of the fifth company, were beating a man covered in blood.

The man who was beaten was curled up, his whole body was beaten so that there was no good place left, his eyes were glazed, as if he could not feel pain, and his mouth was still foaming at the mouth.

Behind the group of people who did it, there stood a man in his thirty-four or five-year-olds, about 1.57 meters tall, with short hair and a tattoo of a snake coil skeleton on his neck.

Huzi pointed to the dying man who was beaten on the ground, and asked the man, "Brother Le, what's going on?"

The man called Brother Le, after taking a bite of the green apple in his hand, said with a smile: "Here, this kid eats inside and out, doesn't he want to swallow my goods, I poured a few mouthfuls for him." ”

"What the hell?" Huzi suddenly frowned.

At this time, someone kicked the man on the ground and said to Brother Le, "Brother Le, he fainted!"

"Drag him to the trunk of the car and throw him into the river!" Brother Le said lightly, then looked at Huzi and said with a smile: "Come and sit." Hehe. ”