Just when Lin Feng was concentrating on studying leukemia, Song Jie also began to do the final finishing work, to be honest, it was the first time Song Jie had played so big, it was the Huang family, one of the three major families in Zhonghai.

Especially when the Huang family gave up the brand industry, Song Jie didn't believe his eyes.

The Huang family sold the shop, and Song Jie and the others lost the meaning of continuing to work, Song Jie closed the team unsatisfied, and shouted that the brothers planned to find a place to spend money.

As the most prosperous area of Zhonghai City, Shizhong District has top-notch facilities, especially the Dream Soul Nightclub, which is known as a man's paradise.

Today, Song Jie only brought more than a dozen backbones, and their group chartered a VIP private room in the Dream Soul Nightclub, and called a few princesses who accompanied the dance, and enjoyed themselves.

Song Jie didn't know that this Dream Soul Nightclub was Xie Bing's territory.

Just when Song Jie led people into the Dream Soul Nightclub, Xie Bing's subordinates passed the news to Xie Bing.

Xie Bing definitely didn't expect that Song Jie would take the initiative to break into his own territory.

Now that he is on his own territory, he doesn't want to clean him up as much as he wants?

In Zhonghai City, Xie Bing is definitely an old man, on the one hand, he asked people to pay attention to the movements of Song Jie and others at all times, and on the other hand, he summoned twenty or thirty subordinates.

These people are not comparable to those gangsters, everyone is about thirty years old, and their eyes radiate a fierce light.

When these people were young, they were all gangsters who followed Xie Bing, but now, they all have a little power in their hands, and they rarely contact Xie Bing on weekdays.

"Brother Bing, our brothers haven't been together for a long time. In Xie Bing's office, a bald young man said with a smile. The bald young man's teeth had a gap, and when he spoke, he leaked.

In the office, there are scattered people standing or sitting, and the characteristics of these people are almost the same, that is, they are unruly.

Xie Bing lit a cigar and laughed softly: "Brothers, I called you over today, mainly to find you to help me solve a trouble, those boys in my company can't do these things." ”

"Brother Bing, when have you been so polite? Just give a direct order. A young man in a leather coat dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and twisted it out on a clean carpet.

Xie Bing nodded, took out a wad of money from the drawer, put it on the table and said: "They are in the No. 3 VIP private room, and they abolished the guy named Song Jie for me, here is 500,000, it's done, everyone took it and shared it for a drink." ”

"Haha! Brother Bing, you are still so polite. The bald young man laughed and said, "Okay, now it's a double bond of money and favors, let's go, brothers, let's see who provoked our soldiers." ”

The bald young man shook his hand and threw a spring stick out of his sleeve.

One by one, the young men took out their weapons and left the room.

Watching these young people leave, Xie Bing sneered and sat back on the sofa, he didn't even mix with society anymore, but now that he has money, as long as he has money, he can do whatever he wants.

These young people are all old rivers and lakes who have mixed up in society, and they are ruthless, but they are not those street bastards who thunder and rain.

At this time, Song Jie didn't know that he was in crisis, he was holding a girl and was singing "Brothers" loudly, Shen Ziyang and Brother Scar were also drinking on the side, and the rest of the young people were playing happily one by one.

As soon as Song Jie finished singing this song, the door of the private room was kicked open.

The man at the head was a bald young man.

The bald young man shouted loudly, "Which one is Song Jie?"

Looking at the crowded crowd outside, Song Jie was startled, he almost didn't want to pick up the wine bottle in his hand and slam it out.

With a snap, the bottle slammed into the bald young man's head.

It is estimated that the bald young man himself couldn't imagine that the other party didn't even say a word about the scene, and went up to do it.

He covered his bleeding forehead and yelled, "Damn, hit me!"

"Up!" Song Jie and the others can be said to have experienced a hundred battles now, and they are very quick to respond to this kind of emergency.

Almost at the same time, the Momiji members who were holding the girl around quickly got up, picked up the wine bottle on the table and rushed up.

"Grass mud horse!" Song Jie recognized the bald young man, he rushed forward first, and kicked the bald young man in the abdomen.

The whole private room was completely chaotic, and the girls screamed in fright and curled up in the corner of the private room.

Song Jie slammed the bald young man twice, and he received a stick on the head, he turned around and punched the young man who beat him.

"Brother Jie, there are too many people!" a member of the Momiji member threw the wine bottle in his hand, and it was overwhelmed by three or four people in an instant.

"Bang!" Brother Scar slammed a long-haired young man to the ground and shouted, "Call someone first!"

A member of the Red Leaf quickly took out his mobile phone, dialed the phone and shouted loudly: "Brother Tiger, we are under siege in the Dream Soul Nightclub, bring someone to help." ”

Brother Scar put down two people in a row who tried to snatch the mobile phones of the members of the Red Leaves, and he was punched in the abdomen, and there was a pain that overturned the river and the sea, and the painful Scar frowned.

Immediately afterwards, Brother Scar hugged the person and smashed the other party to the ground with a hammer, Brother Scar touched his head and staggered a few steps, he had already discovered that these young people were all battle-hardened masters, and they were definitely not ordinary street gangsters.

"Smack!"

"Whoa!"

Brother Scar was stunned, and a yellow-haired young man picked up a box of unopened beer and smashed it on Brother Scar's head, and the crumbs of the beer bottle completely submerged Brother Scar.

"Brother Scar?!" Song Jie saw Brother Scar lying in a pool of blood, so he wanted to go over to protect Brother Scar, as soon as he turned around, he was stabbed in the back.

A stinging pain came, and Song Jie, who was in pain, shuddered, and he grabbed the young man who had taken out the knife, and put the other party to the ground with a hard punch.

At this time, there were not many people standing.

Shen Ziyang was beaten by at least four young people over there, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and the rest of the brothers were also in danger.

Seeing that his brother was bleeding, Song Jie's heart was also dripping blood, he didn't know where to give birth to a strength, bent down to lift the coffee table in the private room, and threw it out violently.

Bang Dang!

The coffee table smashed four or five young people away, and Song Jie also sat on the ground with vain steps.

As soon as he wanted to get up, he already had a steel knife on his neck.

The bald young man got up from the ground, he shook his head, and scolded: "Damn, Lao Tzu has never suffered such a big loss!"

The bald young man rushed to Song Jie quickly, kicked Song Jie to the ground, he pointed at Song Jie, and scolded: "Boy, you are ruthless enough!"

The bald young man looked around, and was secretly surprised that nearly half of them had been put down by nearly half of them when they beat eleven people.

This group of rising stars really can't be underestimated.

The bald young man took a machete from a young man and shouted, "Which one is Song Jie?"

Song Jie raised his head and shouted, "I am!"

The bald young man looked at Song Jie with a look of surprise, and said with a smile: "I guess it's you kid, yes, I'm very little convinced, you are one." ”

The bald young man carried a machete, walked up to Song Jie step by step, and said with a cruel smile: "But it's a pity, you'll end here today." ”

Seeing the fierceness in the eyes of the bald young man, Song Jie felt a little bad in his heart.

The bald young man waved his hand and said, "Anzi, Kuroko, grab his arm for me, cut off his two arms first, and it can be regarded as a soldier's anger." ”

Soon, two young men walked up to Song Jie and pulled Song Jie's arms to the sides.

The bald young man shook his head again, and said with a smile: "I'll give you a happy one." ”

The bald young man picked up the machete sharply and slashed at Song Jie's left arm.

"Get out!"

Song Jie, who was sitting on the ground, swept his leg violently and kicked the ankle of the young man on the right side of his body, and in an instant, the young man fell diagonally in front of Song Jie.

With a pop, the young man's chest was split open.

Song Jie picked up a knife from the ground and rushed towards the bald youth.

"Bastard!" The bald young man, known as the gold medal fighter of Zhonghai, was naturally extraordinary, he took half a step back, dodged Song Jie's splitting knife, and slammed his right hand towards Song Jie's right arm.

The bald young man thought that Song Jie would definitely hide to the side, but he never expected that Song Jie's body turned, his right arm was replaced by his left arm, and he was stabbed by the bald young man.

This knife went down, blood splashed everywhere, Song Jie's left arm was cut down by the bald youth, and the next moment, Song Jie's turned to the bald youth, and the steel knife in his right hand stabbed into the bald youth's chest.

"Hmm!" the bald young man looked down at the steel knife that pierced his mouth, still a little incredulous.

Song Jie pulled out the steel knife and let the bald young man fall in a pool of blood, he was holding the steel knife, the beads of sweat on his cheeks fell to the ground drop by drop, and there was a heart-rending pain at the broken arm.

Song Jie clenched his teeth and raised his head suddenly.

Facing Song Jie's eyes, a chill appeared in the hearts of those young people.

At this time, Brother Scar also woke up leisurely, and when he saw that Song Jie's arm was gone, Brother Scar went completely crazy, he picked up a broken wine bottle from the ground, roared and threw himself in front of the youth closest to him, and stabbed the other party in the face.

"Ahhh

Due to excessive blood loss, Song Jie's eyes gradually blurred, his body shook, and finally fell to the ground due to physical exhaustion.

When Lin Feng received this call, he thought it was just a prank, and it was Sun Dezhi who called, the same Director Sun who had arrested Lin Feng.

Director Sun had a deep impression of Lin Feng, and he also had a vague impression of Song Jie who was with Lin Feng, and after receiving the alarm, Director Sun found that it was Song Jie who fell in a pool of blood, so he quickly called Lin Feng.

At this time, it was already more than ten o'clock in the night, Lin Feng rushed into the mastiff garden and drove Shen Mengqi's Audi car out directly.

Along the way, Lin Feng ran to 230 kilometers, and after rushing to the Shizhong District People's Hospital, Lin Feng ran into the intensive care unit like crazy.

Lin Feng ran to the corridor and saw Wang Hu and the others were all there, Brother Scar was wrapped like a zongzi, walking back and forth in the corridor with a sad face, not only Brother Scar, but many members of the Red Leaf were wearing colors on their bodies.

Seeing Lin Feng coming, Brother Scar and the others hurriedly greeted him.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng frowned.

Brother Scar said in a deep voice: "We don't know what it was done, they rushed in and cut people without saying a word, Ziziyang was seriously injured in the brain, and Brother Jie's arm was gone." ”

Hearing that Song Jie had lost his arm, Lin Feng's head went blank.