Seeing that Xing Lang was hit by a bottle in his head, Zhao Zhiqing hurriedly ran up, surrounded Xing Lang with Wei Xinxin, and carefully checked the former's head, for fear that there would be a dark wound or glass inserted on the scalp.

"Brother Lang, are you injured?"

"Xiaolang, how are you, do you feel uncomfortable, do you have a headache?"

The two women carefully checked up and down, and after confirming that Xinglang was not injured, their hanging hearts relaxed a little.

"I'm fine, don't worry, stay away. ”

He smiled kindly at the two women, and although he turned his head to look at the thin monkey not far away, the soft smile on the face of the torturer disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

"You...... What are you doing...... Don't mess around!"

Seeing the torturer walking towards him step by step, the thin monkey was so frightened that he dared to split, and his soul was full of danger, and he wanted to get up and run away, but the severe pain in his abdomen made him unable to exert his strength, so he could only support his elbows on the ground, move his body back a little bit, and pull away a little distance.

The torturer's figure flickered, like a ghost, and appeared in front of the thin monkey.

Boom!

I saw his right leg raised high, and then like a piledriver, he fell down heavily, and stepped on the thin monkey's chest, no matter how the latter struggled, he could not break free, and was trampled on the ground.

The torturer was condescending, his eyes were lowered, and he looked at the thin monkey with a cold look.

"Don't mess around, my cousin is a "lame brother", if you dare to touch a single hair of me, my cousin will not let you go! ”

The thin monkey coerced and lured, and he believed that as long as he put on the name of his cousin and lent ten guts to Xinglang, he would not dare to touch a single hair of his hair.

But in this regard, Xing Lang frowned, with a little confusion in his expression, what a bullshit lame brother, he had never heard of this person at all!

"The cripple is the gangster leader of Yellowstone Village. ”

Niu Dali reminded him that the lame brother only appeared after Xinglang left the village, so he knew that Xinglang definitely didn't know him.

Hearing this, Xinglang gradually raised his feet.

"Hehe, you are interested, now you know that you are afraid? You know that Lao Tzu is not easy to mess with, right? You will be careful for me in the future, believe it or not, as long as I say a word, I can raze your happy village to the ground!"

The thin monkey thought that Xinglang was afraid, so he let go of his foot, and suddenly became arrogant again.

Who knows, as soon as his words fell, Xinglang's feet fell down fiercely again, but this time it was not his chest that he stepped on, but the lifeblood of the thin monkey!

"Whew~~~!"

The skinny monkey let out a heart-rending wolf roar.

"Hurry up, please, take your feet away, it's going to explode, it's going to explode!"

In the face of the thin monkey's plea, Xinglang was unmoved, glanced at the wine boxes piled up at the entrance of the commissary, and then glanced at Niu Dali and the others.

The three of them understood, and one of them came back with a box of wine, opened the lid one by one, and handed it to the torturer.

"You like to let girls blow it, don't you?

Xinglang stuffed several bottles of beer into the thin monkey's mouth at the same time, and the liquid in the bottles passed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the thin monkey didn't have time to drink it at all, choking and coughing, and the beer poured out of his mouth.

One box!

Two boxes!

Three boxes!

The three boxes of beer were quickly filled, the thin monkey cheeks were backbone, his face was flushed, his stomach was bulging high, and he didn't know that he thought he was pregnant for a few months.

"I'm sorry, I'm not going to threaten you anymore, please don't me. ”

Seeing that the thin monkey was nauseous and wanted to spit out the wine in his stomach, Xinglang stepped on his mouth, and the vomit that had already reached his mouth not only failed to spit it out, but swallowed it back.

Under the leadership of the village chief, the villagers of Xingfu Village rushed to hear the news, and they all copied the guys in their hands, and they were about to do a big job, but when they saw the scene of the four torturers abusing the thin monkey, they were immediately blinded.

What about the 20th person? Why is there only one skinny monkey left?

Didn't you say that the torturers were beaten and shouted for help?

How do you feel that the person who wants to shout for help should be a thin monkey......

The villagers put down the farm tools in their hands and breathed a sigh of relief, although they didn't know what was going on, but they were relieved to see that they were not injured.

"Stop it!"

At this moment, a loud voice came.

Everyone looked towards the place where the figure came from, only to see a large group of people, all of them were black heads, not to mention a hundred people, they were all copied in their hands, and they were violent, obviously not good.

Soon, though, everyone's eyes were locked on the man in the lead.

The leading man walked with a limp, wearing slacks and a large flower shirt, the buttons were unbuttoned, revealing the strong muscles on his chest, and he walked majestically and domineeringly, and when the wind blew, the shirt flew backwards like a cloak, and he could clearly see dozens of scars on his body, large and small.

"He's lame! Why is he here?"

Some familiar villagers immediately recognized it, and the leading man was the lame brother of the hooligan leader in Huangshi Village.

"Get out of here!"

The lame man's momentum was too strong, coupled with the fact that there were many people, and the momentum was boiling to the extreme, and the men in Happy Village were suddenly a little shocked, and unconsciously took a few steps back.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Seeing the arrival of the savior, the thin monkey cried with joy, if the lame brother came a minute late, it was estimated that his "little earthworm" would be trampled flat, but his mouth was still stepped on by the torturer, and he could only use his voice to send a signal for help.

"Who gave you the courage to touch my people!"

As soon as the lame brother raised his hand, Ma Zi beside him handed a watermelon knife to his hand, and then pointed the head of the knife at Xinglang, and said extremely domineeringly: "Now release people, Lao Tzu can only abolish you with one hand and one foot!"

Xinglang almost didn't laugh, and he had to waste his hands and feet to release people, so that his brain would listen to him.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in being a cripple like you. ”

The torturer grabbed the skinny monkey by the hair, dragged him to the table, pressed his head against the table, and then lifted the bottle in his hand, bursting the skinny monkey's already bleeding head.

"Presumptuous!"

The lame brother is like an angry lion.

"Cousin, save me!" the skinny monkey begged for help.

Ignoring them completely, the torturer held half of the bottle in his hand and stabbed it into the palm of the thin monkey, nailing the latter's palm to the table.

"Give me ......"

The lame brother wanted his subordinates to go up and capture the torturer, but when he saw the scene in front of him, the word "Shang" was completely stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

"What a ruthless boy!"

The corners of the lame brother's eyes twitched slightly, and he began to look at the torturer carefully, but there was no impression of the latter in his mind, where did the happy village run out of a kid who was more ruthless than him?

Throwing away the bloody half-bottle, Xinglang glanced at the cripple and the others, and pointed at the thin monkey domineeringly.

"Listen up!"

"From today on, our Happy Village will not give you a penny again, if anyone dares to come to Happy Village to make trouble, he will be a lesson for you!"