When it comes to Guo Dalu's position, sometimes you don't need to shrink back to do things, just crush them directly.

In the face of the local scoundrels, Guo Dalu didn't bother to use his brains at all, and when he went up, he would be beaten and beaten first.

This group of guys has done a lot of evil, and they must have done more than one bad thing, even if they broke one of their legs, they couldn't make any trouble, and one person knocked more than 30 people down, who would believe it?

There are no cameras on the scene, and the crew will only help the gangsters speak if their brains are broken, as long as there is no intuitive evidence to prove that it was Guo Dalu's hand, then these local gangsters can only be beaten in vain.

In addition, the whole crew said in a unified voice that they didn't know, and no one believed the troublesome Ma Yingjie and his gang.

What's more, the local police department must have known about what this group of guys did, and they might have covered it up in normal times, but when Guo Dalu was involved, a fool would make a big deal about it, anyway, these people are not good birds, it doesn't matter if they have a broken leg, the police uncle can also have a few days of peace.

So everything is under Guo Dalu's control, this group of turtles drilled into the stove pit, nested fire and held their breath, half dead in anger, but helpless.

Guo Dalu easily doesn't play people, if he really plays, he can play people to death.

Ma Yingjie was 36 people, each with a broken leg, and was in pain, anger and grievances in the hospital.

What kind of thing is this Nima? Originally, he wanted to be angry for his brother, but he was also beaten, and he was also said to be fighting, and even after they were injured, they would still be punished by the police department, after all, the matter of injuring more than 30 people was not a small case, and it had already touched the criminal law.

"No, I can't swallow this breath!"

Ma Yingjie was lying on the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling, "It's too bullying! It's too bullying!"

He looked at Ma Yingwu, who was lying on the hospital bed next to him, "Yingwu, do you have any good methods?" We can't be beaten in vain, we must beat the surnamed Guo out of anger!"

Ma Yingwu said with a look of fear: "Big brother, don't be funny! Do you still want to fight Guo Dalu? How do you fight? With a submachine gun or a grenade? Do you think we can hurt him except for hot weapons?"

Ma Yingjie's body trembled, thinking of the terrible situation when Guo Dalu beat them, he couldn't help but shrink his neck, and a cool breath went from the heavenly spirit cover to the tail bone, and he said stiffly: "Isn't he just good at kung fu? Kung fu is amazing? Kung fu is a person outside the law? He broke our legs, and at that time more than 30 people had their legs broken, is this a violation of the law? Is it wrong for him to do this!"

Ma Yingwu: "...... Brother, why are these words law-abiding coming out of your mouth so awkward?"

Ma Yingjie: "Get out!"

There was silence in the hospital room.

After a while, Ma Yingjie spoke: "Even if we don't seek revenge on Guo Dalu, then what should we do with the medical expenses? More than 30 people have been hospitalized, 30 broken legs, at least 50000 or 6,000 per person, so there is no need for surgery, if this is surgery, a person can't beat 50,000 or 60,000 yuan, who will pay for this money? With so much money, I can't pay for it alone!"

Ma Yingwu muttered in a low voice: "This matter is led by you, so naturally let you solve it, and we can't pay for this medical expense!"

Ma Yingjie was furious when he heard this, and wanted to reprimand Ma Yingwu, but he couldn't say the scolding words after all, this matter was originally the head he picked, and now his little brother was injured, so it is reasonable that he should take the medical expenses.

It's just that two or three hundred thousand yuan is really not a decimal number, although he has made millions in the film and television city in recent years, and his family has a lot of money, but he doesn't want to spend this unjust money.

"It doesn't matter what else, this medical fee Guo Dalu must come out!"

Ma Yingjie made up his mind, "The strong dragon doesn't suppress the head snake, if you Guo Dalu wants to make a good movie with us, you must abide by the rules here, otherwise you will look good!"

He thought of the horror of Guo Dalu, and asked him to find someone to threaten Guo Dalu with force again, then he didn't dare to say anything, but he couldn't threaten people by force, he could make trouble.

Lying on the hospital bed and thinking about it, Ma Yingjie picked up the phone and dialed a number, "Hey, Xiaoyong, it's me, your brother Jie." It's not convenient to say on the phone, I'll send you > today's WeChat message, and you can withdraw it within a few minutes after sending, which has become the best tool for some guys to discuss secret things.

After communicating with "Xiao Yong" on WeChat, Ma Yingjie fell asleep, and seemed to see the skyrocketing fire in Guo Dalu's crew in his sleep.

The next day, there was another patient number in the ward where Ma Yingjie was, it seemed that his leg was broken, according to the fat nurse in the ward, it seemed that this guy wanted to set fire to the props of a certain crew in the film and television city, and then was discovered, this guy jumped off the wall in a hurry, and wanted to run out of the yard, but the ladder outside the wall didn't know when it fell, and then it seemed that there was a sudden gust of wind, and this guy fell off the wall inexplicably, and coincidentally fell on an extra stone outside the wall, and both legs were broken, and he fainted on the spot。

When it was found the next day, the blood was almost cold, and it was not easy to be rescued by sending it to the hospital, and when I woke up, I said that hell, and the patients in the whole ward couldn't sleep.

Everyone thought that he was confused with his head broken, but they didn't care, and they were going to give him a shot of diazepam to calm him down.

Ma Yingjie, who was awakened, heard a little familiar voice, struggled to get up, looked at the sick man who couldn't stop struggling and howling, and then his eyes widened involuntarily, "Xiaoyong, what's wrong with you?"

The man who was lying on the hospital bed and called turned his head to look at Ma Yingjie when he heard this, "Brother Jie?"

He got up from the bed in excitement and shouted: "Brother, you can kill me! Do you know that there are ghosts in Guo Dalu's crew? I went to the props room of his crew, and as soon as I lit something, my body suddenly became paralyzed, and I couldn't move, like a ghost in bed!"

His face was frightened, his eyes wandered, and his thoughts seemed to go back to last night, "At that time, I was about to be scared out of my urine! Then some people said to catch the thief, and some people said that it was on fire, and I was in a hurry, and my body suddenly moved again!"

"Then I'll run! I climbed to the wall of the warehouse, and just wanted to jump down, when suddenly there was a figure in front of me, and then it was dark in front of me, and I didn't know anything!"

"Brother, I was at the top of the wall, and the figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, what do you say is not a ghost?"

The more this "Xiao Yong" spoke, the louder he became, "It's all to blame you, you have to let me burn any props, this little prop didn't burn, I even lured the ghost to the body!"

Ma Yingjie's face sank, "What nonsense is this? Do you know what kind of place this is? This is a hospital! A public place! Is this a place for you to talk nonsense?"

As he spoke, he used his eyes to signal Xiao Yong not to talk nonsense and pay attention to the occasion.

But it was already late, and the police chief Feng Jianyu walked over from the door of the ward with a playful face, "Ma Yingjie, are you not small? I just framed Guo Dalu yesterday, saying that he broke your legs, and now he is instructing people to burn the props in other people's warehouses, you are amazing!"