Turning east and west, I came to the foot of a hill, and not far away was the street of the bird market.

Two cars have been parked here, a minivan and a Jinbei.

After Wang Yang said a few words to the five people who helped suppress people, he asked Jinbei to send them back.

When he came back, Baktel was beating people, and five guys like Wang Junge, who didn't look like good people, were standing around, each with fat heads and big ears, a face full of meat, and a throwing stick in their hands.

Bhaktel, Wang Junge, Wang Wufan, the three of them have already taken off their masks, especially Bhaktel, who has broken the legs of two people and is stepping on the guy in a white down jacket.

Wang Yang walked up to Fang Long's side: "Do you want to stop it properly?" I think Bactel is a little angry now, don't kill anyone." ”

"I'll watch, don't worry, he's not ready to kill someone. Fang Long glanced at Wang Yang.

It didn't take long for Baktel to beat five people throughout.

"Replacement, substitution, who's going to help?" asked Baktel, taking a sip of water.

Wang Wufan stepped forward and stepped on Huang Mao's head, and in Huang Mao's frightened cry, he sat on Huang Mao's body and beat another person.

Wang Wufan was a little tired after playing four, and he also shouted for a change, Wang Junge wanted to go up to fight, but was stopped by Fang Long.

Zhu Jingfeng wore a mask and began to move.

The fight was almost over, and Baktel recovered: "Do any of you remember what happened at the end of January?"

The five people on the ground were gasping heavily, but no one spoke.

"You don't even answer, do you?

Bacter dragged people up one by one and slapped them in the face.

"You say, wouldn't it be strange if someone vomited blood in Bactel's face like the people in the movie?" Wang Yang whispered to Fang Long.

"Hmph, that's interesting!" Fang Long said with a smile in his tone.

There seems to be movement on Bhaktel's side.

"That's what you started with!" Baktel grabbed the yellow hair and dragged it out.

Beat and scolded: "Grass mud horse, grass mud horse ......"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't dare anymore, I'm sorry...... 555555" Huang Mao's voice was hoarse.

It was too dark to see what the yellow hair was beaten, so Wang Yang took a flashlight and looked at them one by one, there was not much blood on the ground, it may be that the clothes were thick, and the reason why the knife was not used, but the four looked quite miserable.

"I really want to kill you, really. Bhaktel grabbed the yellow hair and patted his red and swollen face.

"Ahhhh Huang Mao collapsed on the ground in fright and shouted loudly.

After looking at the time, it was more than 9 o'clock, and Fang Long signaled that Wang Junge was almost there.

Wang Junge and Zhu Jingfeng stepped forward to say something to Bacctel, and after Buckettl kicked Huang Mao, the six of them sat on the gold cup that came back.

In the car, looking at the five people brought by Wang Junge, each of them took a stick and went down with a few sticks against the people on the ground, and the screams suddenly became much louder.

One of them pulled out a phone and threw it on the ground, and they got into the van and left, leaving only five people wailing in the snow.

After eating the hot pot, Wang Yang drove Wang Wufan and Fang Long home.

After sending Fang Long away, Wang Yang and Wang Wufan sat in the car.

"You really shouldn't take off your mask. ”

"It's okay, what can you see in the Black Bush Winter?"

"If you're not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of what if!"

"Oh, what am I afraid of? What else can they do to me?"

"Hey, the son of a daughter can't sit down. ”

"What do you mean?" Wang Wufan frowned.

“…… It's okay to read more books. ”

"I think you're underwhelmed. Wang Wufan was a little annoyed and angry.

"Are you sure you can beat me?" Wang Yang showed Wang Wufan his biceps.

The corner of Wang Wufan's eyes jumped, and he didn't take a few steps when he got out of the car, and after taking a sip of Wang Yang's car, he ran home with a cigarette.

The corners of Wang Yang's eyes also jumped, Wang Wufan's saliva spit on the hood, and the current weather was frozen into ice all of a sudden.

At noon the next day, Wang Yang was called out by Bhachtl to eat, Fang Long, Wang Junge, Zhu Jingfeng were also there, and Wang Wufan was called away by his father.

Yesterday's incident, the five college students also called the police, when the police asked them what they had revenge, Huang Mao gave the police a sloppy shot in the hospital, according to Baktel, these people were the least injured, and they could not be discharged from the hospital until three or two or three months later, and they were injured for a hundred days, not to mention that they were injured in more than one place.

Huang Mao, who was the most seriously injured, is estimated to be in the hospital for the longest time, and this guy has a concussion, which is not light.

Bactel wanted his girlfriend's classmates to sue them for being a strong girl, but they were unwilling, even if Bactel was willing to give them 20,000 yuan each, they still didn't come.

Bactel had no choice but to give up, and Fang Long asked her where her girlfriend was?

After eating with these guys, the group drove to the place where they beat people yesterday, it snowed in the middle of the night last night, and most of the traces were covered with snow.

A private car drove over from another road, Wang Yang and Fang Long were in the same car, Baktel, and Zhu Jingfeng were in Wang Junge's car.

Four people got out of the private car, walked up to the car where Bachtl was sitting, measured the police ID, and knocked on the glass.

Wang Junge rolled down the car window a little: "What's the matter?"

"Ask you something, do you come here often?" asked the fat officer who took the lead.

"I don't come often, who has nothing to do in the winter?" Wang Junge.

"Take out your ID card. The police officer said.

"What are you doing?" asked Wang Junge.

"If you ask for an ID card, give it to you, where do you get so many words. "The fat officer was a little impatient.

"I haven't broken the law, and I've not violated discipline, so why should I show you?" Wang Junge roared.

The car door was pulled open by the police with a "pop", and Wang Junge, who was not wearing a seat belt, got out of the car, pressed it to the ground and pressed his knees against his spine.

"Hey~hey~hey~ What are you doing?" Baktel shouted.

"Hey~hey~hey~ What are you doing? "What are you doing?" Fang Long in the back also got out of the car.

"Hey~hey~Hey~ What about the group?" Wang Yang also got out of the car.

"Hey~hey?oh...... Grass!" Zhu Jingfeng said before he could speak, and he was pulled out of the car.

"I now suspect that you have something to do with a case of assault with an armed weapon, so come with me. The fat officer picked Wang Junge up and said.

"Grass, blowing the wind doesn't make people feel steady. Fang Long picked up the phone and started calling.

"Maybe this is the retribution for coming to the hill at more than minus 20 degrees Celsius!" Wang Yang whispered.

"Do you have an arrest warrant, why are you arresting me?" Wang Junge shouted fiercely.

"Why have you watched too many movies?" said the fat officer with a smile.

"Wait and see how I sue you. "Wang Junge.

"He's really watched a lot of movies. Wang Yang whispered to Fang Long.

Cooperate with a few criminal policemen to get into his car, but the driver becomes a young policeman.