Chapter 611: A Third-rate Gangster

With a bang, my nose slammed into the back of the front seat.

A very uncomfortable spicy and sour sensation immediately spread from my nose, and my head was short-circuited in an instant, and I didn't know what it was.

There was a warm liquid coming out of my nostrils, and I subconsciously wiped it with my hands, and subconsciously looked at my own hands.

It took me a few seconds before I finally let out a series of screams.

"Ah!!h

The rear door next to me suddenly opened, and before I could finish screaming, I subconsciously looked towards the open door.

At this glance, my screaming stopped abruptly.

I saw a bearded man out of nowhere, who was opening the car door and preparing to get into the car, he seemed to be frightened by my screams, and was looking up at me, and then he was stunned at the car door with his mouth open, as if he was neither up nor down.

This person is sloppy, obscene-looking, and looks like there are no good people all over his body, which is simply the standard configuration of third-rate gangsters in society.

Strangely, I thought he was a little familiar, but I was stunned for a while, and I couldn't remember where I had seen him.

We stared at each other like this, until the other party couldn't stand it at first, only to see him pointing at me with one hand, looking at Liu Yi in the front seat and asking, "What is the situation?"

Uh, I should have asked this sentence, right, I even wondered in my heart.

"Ahh

Suddenly there was another scream, but this time it was from Liu Yi.

Then, she quickly threw a whole roll of toilet paper from the front seat in disgust.

"Wipe your nose clean! I've never seen someone as stupid as you, parked and hit like this. ”

I then remembered the pomp and circumstance of my own nose, silently picked up the toilet paper she threw beside me, wiped my nose, the blood flowing from the nostrils soon stained a long strip of toilet paper red, and it seemed that it was still flowing, I simply folded out a nostril-thick strip of paper with toilet paper, and stuffed one in each nostril.

"Oh, it turned out that she hit it herself, and I thought you wouldn't want me to do it yourself. ”

The standard third-rate thug man said a word of rejoicing as he suddenly sat down next to me, and then closed the door with his hand, and as soon as the door was closed, the car started again.

I reacted instantaneously and rushed to the door, but before I could touch the door, I heard the click of the door being locked, and then one of my arms was suddenly grabbed by a palm as cold as iron.

"Ah!! help!!"

I screamed again, but this time it was more hysterical than seeing a nosebleed.

But soon my mouth was gagged, and it was nothing else but a large part of the toilet paper.

"Girls, you'd better be good for me, your brother I don't like to be unwell-behaved the most, be obedient, brother, I promise to be gentle with you, otherwise, your brother and I will be very scary to start a temper. ”

The gangster slapped me on the cheek, and the way he spoke was as obscene as he was.

I twisted my head to the side in disgust, and my face was so uncomfortable that I was slapped by his hand, as if someone had smeared it with stinky, it was smelly and disgusting, and I just wanted to brush it hundreds of times with a super stain remover detergent.

But soon I couldn't care about it, because I was desperate to find an even more terrifying problem.

I can't breathe!