Zhong Xiaoxian immediately hung up his phone, started the engine, and hurried towards the Furong Hotel.

Furong Hotel is located on Taiyuan Street, just a four-star hotel, not too famous, but even so, for gamblers and poor ghosts like Zhou Mingsong, it is also an unattainable place, how could Zhou Mingsong go to Furong Hotel? Is it because of the new winnings?

Zhong Xiaoxian had a stomach.

Ten minutes later, he drove to the Furong Hotel in a hurry, parked the car in the parking lot in front of the hotel, got out of the car and entered the hotel, his eyes swept in the hall, and he didn't find Zhou Mingsong's figure, and wanted to ask the waiter to see if Zhou Mingsong lived in the hotel? But the beautiful waitress politely rejected him, saying that the hotel has a rule that the guest's personal information cannot be disclosed.

The beautiful waitress pursed her lips and smiled sweetly at him, but she always shook her head and refused to reveal the news.

Zhong Xiaoxian's teeth itched hatefully, but there was no way.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone shouting: "Hit 110, there is a fight outside!" ”

Zhong Xiaoxian chuckled in his heart, turned his head to look over, and saw a lot of people standing at the door of the hotel, all of whom stretched their necks to look to the right, and some of them took out their mobile phones to take pictures. Without thinking about it, Zhong Xiaoxian immediately ran out of the hotel, his eyes swept to the right, and he saw three young people beating a middle-aged man, who fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands, screaming again and again.

Although he couldn't see his face, he only heard the very exaggerated, pig-like voice, and Zhong Xiaoxian knew who he was.

It was Zhou Mingsong.

"Drafted, you still live in a hotel if you don't have money? Are you paying back or not? ”

While scolding bitterly, the three young men raised their feet and stomped Zhou Mingsong's body.

There were many people around, but no one dared to help.

The three young men had fierce faces, and one of them had dense tattoos on his arms, and they all looked mixed with society, and ordinary people couldn't hide it, and no one would want to touch their moldy heads.

So the three of them were unscrupulous and dared to punch and kick Zhou Mingsong on the street.

"Stop!"

But a second later, a deep voice interrupted their rampantness.

"Huh?"

The three of them looked at the source of the sound.

Then they saw Zhong Xiaoxian.

Zhong Xiaoxian was wearing a white shirt and black pants, polite, thin and white, at a glance, he knew that he was a white-collar worker sitting in the office, generally speaking, the white-collar worker sitting in the office was the most timid group of people, and the three young gangsters couldn't imagine that a small white-collar worker actually dared to meddle with their affairs, so at first sight, they were all surprised.

"Grass, what are you doing? Want to be nosy! ”

The thug with the tattoo on his arm glared at Zhong Xiaoxian.

Without waiting for Zhong Xiaoxian to answer, Zhou Mingsong, who fell to the ground, had already cried loudly: "Woo, Xiao Zhong, help me, they are about to kill me!" ”

Although he fell to the ground and was kicked by the three thugs, but in fact the injury was not serious, the three thugs did not have weapons in their hands, just punched and kicked him, he had rough skin and thick flesh, and he held his head with both hands, so he was not injured at all, he screamed like a pig, but he pretended to be on purpose, of course, although he was not injured, but he fell to the ground and was kicked by three people, of course the taste was not comfortable, and saw Zhong Xiaoxian appear between his fingers, as if he saw his relatives, he immediately cried.

"What howl?!"

Seeing Zhou Mingsong crying, a thug kicked him in the chest.

Zhong Xiaoxian's anger couldn't be suppressed, originally he wanted to salute first and then soldier, but Zhou Mingsong's screams made him unable to suppress it, so he took a sharp step forward and entered the side of the gangster who kicked Zhou Mingsong hard, grabbed his back collar with his left hand, and pulled it hard, while the gangster screamed and turned back, he made a fist with his right hand, and smashed it into the gangster's face.

"Ouch!"

The thug screamed, covered his face, and fell backwards.

And because Zhong Xiaoxian's movements were too fast, the two gangsters next to him didn't react, and it wasn't until their companions fell to the ground that the two of them realized that the situation was wrong, "Oh, I'm grass!" I don't want to live anymore, I look at you! The two gangsters were angry, they outflanked Zhong Xiaoxian left and right, punching and kicking, wanting to avenge their companions, and at the same time giving Zhong Xiaoxian a little color.

Originally, Zhong Xiaoxian also regarded the three of them as a dish, but when he saw the three of them, he found that these three people were not opponents at all, only three punches and two kicks, and Zhong Xiaoxian knocked them to the ground.

Although these three people have fierce expressions, their skills are a little worse.

Zhong Xiaoxian only punched and kicked the two standing thugs to the ground.

"Oops......"

The three thugs fell to the ground, screaming incessantly.

The crowd of onlookers around them all exclaimed, they didn't expect that the thin and weak Zhong Xiaoxian was so powerful.

Ignoring the surprised eyes around him, Zhong Xiaoxian helped Zhou Mingsong, who fell to the ground, up.

"Oops, it hurts me...... You're here. ”

Zhou Mingsong howled constantly.

The three thugs who fell to the ground also shouted fiercely: 'You dare to beat people even if you owe us money, you wait, we can't spare you.' “

"How much do you owe them?"

Zhong Xiaoxian asked calmly.

"Oh, that, this ......" Zhou Mingsong hesitated and refused to answer.

"Three thousand, he owes us three thousand!" The three thugs shouted: "Gambling leftovers, you wait, we can't spare you!" ”

Zhong Xiaoxian was slightly surprised, he thought it was a huge debt, but he didn't expect it to be only three thousand, didn't Zhou Mingsong win one million last night? Is 3,000 still money? If you don't pay them back, it's over, so why should you endure such flesh and skin suffering?

"Let's go, let's go!"

Zhou Mingsong didn't explain, stood up, pulled Zhong Xiaoxian but wanted to leave.

"Bring it!"

Zhong Xiaoxian didn't leave, shook off Zhou Mingsong's hand, walked up to the tattooed gangster, and stretched out his hand.

"I'll kill you if the!"

The tattooed gangster is still scolding, ignoring Zhong Xiaoxian's question.

Zhong Xiaoxian grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up on the ground: "Where's the mobile phone?" ”

It turned out that Zhong Xiaoxian had already heard it, this tattooed gangster was the gangster who answered the phone just now, Zhou Mingsong's mobile phone was now in his hand, of course Zhong Xiaoxian wanted to take it back.

"What the hell are you ......?"

The tattooed gangster wanted to resist, but Zhong Xiaoxian was unceremonious to him, punching him in the face again, smashing him into a mouth and nose.

"Woo woo......" the thug screamed as he covered his nose.

"Cell phone!"

Zhong Xiaoxian stopped drinking again.

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