The man who came was calm, looked very elegant in a suit, and held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, white and flawless, and a large bouquet of flowers.

He brought white chrysanthemums, which were not suitable for visiting patients. Many large families worship their ancestors during the Qingming Festival, which is placed in a row, symbolizing the mourning and mourning of the family.

Hu Youwei frowned, and he was about to smash it down with a round fist.

Qin Jiahu was even more blocked in the direction of the door, planning to catch turtles in a real urn.

Zhang Shutong waved his hand, as if he didn't mind at all, but asked everyone else to back off.

"The owner asked me to come and see you, I don't know what flowers to buy, just buy some, like you can like it. The man sketched the corners of his mouth slightly, and just sat next to Zhang Shutong, looking at his scars all over his body, with sarcasm and disdain in his eyes.

"If you like it, if you like. Zhang Shutong said with a smile.

"How?" the man looked at him suspiciously.

This was specially selected by him in the funeral supplies market, and the purpose was to want to respond to Zhang Shutong.

"Chrysanthemums are a good thing, but it's a pity that the ones you sent are a little old. Zhang Shutong gently touched a somewhat withered flower on the armrest.

The man looked at the gloom in his eyes, and then looked at the withered chrysanthemum in Zhang Shutong's hand, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.

"I'm here on behalf of the North Gate, don't mess around. ”

"I know, if you hadn't been sent by the North Gate, I wouldn't have done this to you. Zhang Shutong seemed to like the chrysanthemum in his hand, still caressing it gently, and didn't look at the man at all.

The man pursed the corners of his mouth, and suddenly had the illusion that he was about to be blown up by the chrysanthemum.

Especially when he watched a certain calf keep stroking the exploding and withered chrysanthemum in his hand, he couldn't help but feel the chrysanthemum snort.

"I'll go first. ”

"Don't go. Zhang Shutong grabbed the man's hand, and asked with a smile: "Is this chrysanthemum your meaning or the meaning of the North Gate?"

"I, I personally mean. The foreboding in the man's heart grew stronger and stronger.

He looked into Zhang Shutong's eyes and kept swallowing his saliva.

"I still prefer this chrysanthemum, as if it has just been exploded. ”

"If the two countries fight each other, you won't go too far, right?" The man's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were terrified.

"The next thing is that it's not convenient for you girls to be there. ”

When the man saw that something was wrong, he turned around and ran.

However, as soon as he ran to the door, he was desperate to find that Qin Jiahu Hu Youwei had been waiting at the door for a long time, and several people had evil smiles on their faces.

Mu Sirong even covered his buttocks, looked at the buddy with bared teeth and said, "It doesn't hurt, it's over." ”

Liu Qingyi smiled, shook his head and walked out.

Qin Yitian, Zhou Zhou and the other girls all came out with her with a confused face, and they didn't know what was going on, but they could tell from the cold smile on the corner of Zhang Shutong's mouth that this buddy sent from the North Gate might be miserable.

After the girls all went out, Zhang Shutong slowly got out of bed, shouted and held someone down for me, found a mop to break, weighed the mop rod in his hand and nodded slightly.

The people of the North Gate who were controlled immediately turned pale with fright, which was also a little rougher.

"I've heard this stuff is very addictive. ”

"If you dare to touch me fucking a little, the whole North Gate won't let you go. The man shouted.

"Anyway, the north gate didn't plan to let me go, they hurt my father-in-law and hurt me, and it was normal for me to return the courtesy. ”

Zhang Shutong approached the man with the mop pole in his hand.

"Brother, I found an iron pipe. Hu Youwei didn't know that he had never gotten a rusty iron pipe, as thick as five fingers, but fortunately it was a hollow one.

Looking at the iron pipe thicker than the mop pole, the man was the most hairy, and said tremblingly: "Don't, you have something to say." ”

"Come on. Zhang Shutong beckoned Hu Youwei over.

Hu Youwei smiled, deliberately put the rusty iron pipe in his hand in front of the man and shook it, made a stabbing motion, and said with a smile: "Do you need to use some oil first?"

"Brother, kill me. The man fell to his knees with a pop.

He thought that with the support of the north gate, he could pretend to be forced in front of this group of little stunned youths, at least it was good to scare and scare them.

But he never expected that he met a group of ruthless calves, not only did he not scare him, but he got into it himself.

These grandchildren want to kill themselves alive.

"It's so boring to kill you, let's play slowly, when you grind the rust off this iron, when will I let you go." ”

"I can give you anything, money, woman? Yes, woman, I know a very good-looking female anchor, I will ask someone out for my brother to have fun. The man began to pray.

Mu Sirong and Qin Jiahu held one of his arms and pressed the person on the bed like this.

"Do we have to take his pants off?"

"No, I have an iron rod in my hand. Can't that thing break your pants?"

"If you don't stab it, you know, try it, and if it doesn't work, take it off. ”

"These pants are of good quality, just poke them in little by little, and they should be fine. ”

"I, please, stop talking, it's fucking scary. The man collapsed to the ground.

Just talking about them is already terrifying, and if they really do it, they will definitely have to kill themselves.

It's not so scary.

......

North Gate.

A makeshift conference center in the city.

A man was lying on a hospital bed, his pants were covered in blood, some mottled rust marks, and some dried mixed liquid solidified on his pants, and a little colorful.

The perimeter of the hospital bed was full of people, all observing very carefully, and some even took out a magnifying glass.

"I can understand this blood, after all, I'm injured, but what's the matter with this rust?"

"Other people's injuries are scarred, but his injuries are rusty. It's a fucking trick. ”

"It's still a lack of knowledge. ”

The person lying on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes and instinctively wanted to get up, but there was a sharp pain behind him, and he immediately cried and cried his father and mother in tears.

"I'm fucking too hard, I'm going to stab me with an iron stick. "The man no longer cares about his dignity and can't cry.

"I'm not going again, woo woo, they're so inhuman, what a stab. ”

The crowd listened inexplicably.

The man calmed down for a few minutes before he said the matter with trepidation, and then his eyes were glazed and he muttered, "It's so fucking ruthless, stab me to death." ”

"These grandsons are not people, I gave some fucking chrysanthemums, as for it! What kind of hatred and grudge, they broke my chrysanthemums." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and then laughed, it turned out that he was blown up by someone, no wonder his eyes were in a trance, and he was scared to death.

The bearded man leaned back and smiled even more, slapped his thighs, and tears fell, I like this ruthless calf's style of doing things.

"Master of the door, do you want me to take someone to kill him? Someone looked at the woman sitting upright and offered to ask.

The woman waved her hand and said in a deep voice: "On the cusp of the storm, then steady." ”

"Our people were made like this by him, and it was not only you and me who lost their faces, but the faces of the entire North Gate. The man gritted his teeth and said unconvinced.

Since the establishment of the North Gate, no one has dared to be so provocative, let alone poke out the intestines of the people who sent him with good intentions.

That's a slap in the face of the whole North Gate.

"Let him go to see people, don't let him send chrysanthemums. The woman turned and left.

The beard leaned over to the man's side, opened his pants and took a look, and sighed, "It's over, it's all a mess." Deserves it, turn yourself into a remnant chrysanthemum now. ”

That man's face was worse than death.

A group of people came over very unkindly, and after lifting their pants and looking at them, they all left one after another with a disgusted face.

.......

The next morning, Zhang Shutong was discharged from the hospital. He felt that he had skin injuries, and there was no need to waste medical resources here, so he might as well go back to school to take care of it.

But before going back to school, he went to Qin's house.

Since he woke up, he hadn't seen Qin Feng. I don't know what the old man is like, so I should go and see it.

In the house, Zhang Shutong asked the Qin family sisters and brothers to go out first, leaving him and Qin Feng alone.

Qin Feng leaned against the head of the bed, his expression was a little bitter, as if he didn't know how to face Zhang Shutong.

"I've avenged you, but I still can't figure out a lot of things. "Zhang Shutong wants to fish out the master of the north gate through Qin Feng.

He was now curious about this mysterious North Gate Master, and wanted to know who she really was.

"If you can't figure it out, don't do it. You know why there are so many people alive in this world, because they know that it is rare to be confused. Qin Feng sighed, shook his head slightly, and said a little lonely: "You and Yitian leave this city, you can't fight the north gate." ”

Zhang Shutong smiled dumbly and asked, "Who is the master of the North Gate? She shouldn't be at the North Gate often." If I'm right, she has another identity in the city. ”

"Don't ask, they're too powerful for you to compete with. Even if you ask, I won't say it. Qin Feng turned his head sideways, not even daring to look at Zhang Shutong's eyes, but whispered: "Qin Feng's industry is finished." ”

"What the hell is going on?" asked Zhang Shutong unrelentingly.

"Don't ask. Qin Feng shook his head, and then began to practice the Closed Mouth Meditation.

No matter what Zhang Shutong said, he didn't speak.

In the end, he could only leave with a lonely face, how could a good Qin Feng industry be finished? !

He came out of the room and saw the Qin family siblings sitting on the sofa with sad faces.

"Has your father become like this since he met the master of the North Gate?"

Qin Yitian nodded solemnly, and just when he wanted to speak, someone knocked on the door.

After Qin Jiahu went to open the door, the two of them heard his scolding voice coming from the door: "Who are you? ”