"Ah Sheng, what the hell is going on? Who the hell are they? Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Biaozi asked.

"Brother Biao, these people are coming out for Zhang Wei, they have ideas, you guys should run quickly." Brother Sheng lay on the ground and said weakly.

"Damn, I thought it was a soft persimmon, who would have wanted to kick the iron plate." After hearing Ah Sheng's explanation, Biao Zi also understood the general situation, and knew that this matter might not be good.

Biaozi's eyes flickered, he looked at more than a dozen black-clothed men, then looked at his brother lying on the ground, and finally looked at Zhao Wenlong, the light in his eyes became more and more firm, and said secretly: "Since it is Zhao Wenlong who caused the trouble, let him clean it up by himself, he can't affect himself and his brother because of him."

"Brothers, let's have something to say, what happened tonight is a misunderstanding, everyone can sit down and explain things clearly." A smile appeared on Biaozi's face, and he decided to communicate with the other party.

"Fuck you, where is all this nonsense."

The black-faced fat man who was the leader of the men in black, with a hint of impatience on his face, waved the baseball bat in his hand, hit Biaozi in the face with a stick, knocked Biaozi directly to the ground, and sneered:

"Brothers, what are you still doing in a daze, let's relax."

As soon as the black-faced fat man finished speaking, more than a dozen big men gathered over, with a hint of excitement and banter on their faces, like a hunter dealing with his prey, waving the baseball bat in his hand and smashing it towards Biaozi and Zhao Wenlong and others.

"Ah......h

"Help......"

More than a dozen big men with baseball bats, beating Biaozi and Zhao Wenlong hard, because there are more monks and less porridge, there are a few black-clothed men who have no opponents, so they take the five brothers lying on the ground to vent, and the door of the entire factory is like a slaughterhouse.

Zhao Wenlong was already a little dumbfounded when he saw the big man rushing towards him, when the two big men held baseball bats and slapped him, he felt a heart-rending pain, and the fear in his heart almost swallowed him.

"Please stop fighting, I'll give you as much money as you want." Zhao Wenlong is not a tough guy, he is just a somewhat arrogant rich second generation, and he has never seen anyone on the road make a move, so he has long been scared and overwhelmed.

"Brothers, don't fight, everyone is on the road, and there is something to say." Biaozi was lying on the ground, clutching the vital points on his body, and his cheeks were covered with blood.

When Biao Zi saw these black-clothed men make a move, he knew that they were all professionally trained, and they were not comparable to those gangsters under him at all, or that the two sides were not at the same level at all.

These black-clothed people brought by the black-faced fat man are not good stubble, at first they just acted on orders, but later they were looking for excitement and venting, and they didn't mean to stop at all, as if they didn't care about the life and death of this group of people.

A few minutes later, a bald man got out of the Mercedes Benz and scolded at the crazy group of people in black: "Kuroko, don't play people to death for me, you kid, I haven't asked yet?" ”

"Okay, the boss has spoken, and ****** stop." Hearing the bald brother Biao's words, the black-faced fat man hurriedly stopped: "You bastard boys, you'll go crazy as soon as you let you do it." ”

"Hey, you didn't hear Lao Tzu speak, and your mother kicked his dick."

"And you, don't pee on his mother, and the show below him!"

The black-faced fat man scolded the black-clothed men while dragging a few crazy people away and kicking them in the ass, which maintained order at the scene.

"Drag the newly beaten boys to the boss and let the boss ask." The black-faced fat man shouted.

As soon as the black-faced fat man's words fell, several black-clothed people pulled and dragged them, like dragging dead dogs, and brought Biaozi and Zhao Wenlong to the bald man.

"This is ****** question! It's better to sleep! Let them put their heads up. The bald man saw a few people lying on the ground like dead dogs, either lying on their stomachs or on their backs, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"How many of you? Get on your knees and lift your face up. The black-faced fat man kicked at Zhao Wenlong, who was closest to him, and threatened.

"You kid still fight? I'm about to play Lao Tzu to death, and I'm asking a fart. Seeing that the flesh and blood of several people were blurred and half-dead, the bald man slapped the back of the head of the black-faced fat man and scolded.

"Boss, it's this group of boys who are too dark, and it has nothing to do with me." The black-faced fat man said with an aggrieved face.

"It's the joy that your kid plays, three of these five people are your kid's scoops, and they pretend to be with me." The bald man scolded.

"Hey...... Boss, why are you staring at me! After hearing the bald man's words, the black-faced fat man said with some embarrassment.

"Don't talk nonsense with me here, set up a few of them, I want to see who it is, dare to touch Lao Tzu's brother." The bald man scolded.

Those black-faced men were too ruthless, Zhao Wenlong and Biao Zi were kneeling on the ground, and now they can't even sit up, they can only be supported by two people and kneeling on the ground, so that the bald man can see their faces clearly.

"Tell me, who's the boss here?" The bald man walked up to the five and asked.

"I ...... I am. Biao Zi replied weakly, he was completely scared in his heart now, this group of men in black was much crazier than him.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Brother Biao." Biaozi replied casually, and after finishing speaking, he felt that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly added: "My name is Biaozi, my name is Biaozi." ”

"Bang Bang ......"

The bald man heard Biaozi's words, stretched out his right hand and slapped him twice, scolding: "Your name is Brother Biao, and Lao Tzu's name is Mao!" ”

"Hahaha, boss, this kid actually has the same name as you!" As he spoke, the black-faced fat man stretched out his right hand, slapped the kneeling Biao Zi, and scolded with a smile:

"Wang Ba Lamb, I still want to be the boss of Lao Tzu!"

"You're Brother Biao!" 'Biaozi', who was kneeling on the ground, after hearing the conversation between the two, looked at the bald brother Biao with wide eyes and said, "It's really Brother Biao, I'm a third gun!" ”

The 'biaozi' who knelt on the ground, whose big name was Zheng Guohua and his nickname Sanpao, used to be a peripheral brother of the bald Biaozi, and later he also wanted to mix up some famous halls, so he left the bald Biaozi and became the boss of several gangsters.

As for the name 'Biaozi', it's just his own name.

"Boss, this kid is really familiar." Kuroko glanced at the fake biaozi who was kneeling on the ground, turned his head and muttered to the bald biaozi, and said.

"Brother Kuroko, you still remember me, I even toasted you." The fake 'biaozi' who knelt on the ground said.

There are many bald Biaozi's younger brothers, and it is impossible to recognize them all, but the fake 'Biaozi' who is kneeling on the ground looks a little familiar, and scolded: "If you dare to pretend to be Lao Tzu's name again, you will be abolished!" ”

"Brother Biao, I don't dare, I changed my name back to today, and I am still called Sanpai!" The fake biaozi who was kneeling on the ground hurriedly shook his head and said.

"Get out of the way, I'll clean you up later." The bald man kicked the three cannons down, walked towards Zhao Wenlong on the side, and said.

"You kid is Zhao Wenlong!" The bald man pulled Zhao Wenlong's hair, looked down at his face, took a sip, and asked.

"I'm Zhao Wenlong, and my dad is Zhao Kuangsheng of Haisheng Company." Where is Zhao Wenlong still arrogant before, and replied with a look of fear.

"Smack......

Hearing Zhao Wenlong's words, the bald man stretched out his right hand, slapped Zhao Wenlong's cheek, and said, "Fuck you, your father is not afraid of Zhao Kuangyin!" ”

"Boss, isn't Zhao Kuangyin the emperor of the Tang Dynasty?" Kuroko remembered that he had heard of this name, and said with some affection.

"Kuroko...... You've watched too many TV series. Hearing his little brother's words, the corners of the bald biaozi's mouth twitched, and he didn't bother to teach him a lesson.

"Boss, what do you mean!" Kuroko asked with a puzzled expression.

"It's okay, everyone is confirmed, this is up to you, I'll go back first." The bald head patted Kuroko's shoulder and admonished.

"Okay, wrap it up on me." The fat man with a black face patted his chest and promised.

"Hmm." The bald brother Biao answered, and then took the seven brothers and drove away two Mercedes-Benz cars, leaving a sedan and a business car for Kuroko.

"Papa......" After watching the two cars leave, Kuroko showed a smile of excitement on his face, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, go get a first-aid kit in the car and give them a few bandages." ”

"Thank you, Brother Kuroko, thank you, Brother Kuroko." Sanpao lay on the ground and said gratefully, he thought that Kuroko was thinking about the old feelings, so he would treat them immediately.

"Don't thank me, you can tell us if you're hungry or thirsty." Kuroko laughed.

"Brother Kuroko, thank you." Sancang said excitedly.

"Thank you, Brother Kuroko!"

"Thank you, Big Brother Kuroko." Several of the junior brothers of the three guns also thanked them, feeling that they had escaped a catastrophe.

"Brother Heizi, didn't the boss let them clean up? What are you doing so well to them? A man in black asked, puzzled.

"You know what a!" Kuroko glared at the other party and reprimanded:

"Heal their wounds, let them eat enough, their bodies can be strong, so that they can torture them with more tricks, otherwise they will die all at once, what can it mean."

The man in black listened to the words of the black-faced fat man, and he didn't know how to describe his thoughts, his face showed a hint of ridicule, he picked his thumb, and said, "Brother Heizi...... You're so hanging. ”

After hearing the words of the black-faced fat man, Sanpao, Zhao Wenlong and the other people opened their mouths wide and their bodies trembled slightly, and they could no longer describe the fear in their hearts when they fell into the hands of such a ruthless person.

"Okay, the bandaging is almost done, just hang them to the factory for me, tonight is just the beginning, the fun is still to come." The black-faced fat man said with a smile.

Zhang Wenlong heard Heizi's words, his face immediately wrinkled into chrysanthemums, just now he asked Sanpao how to torture Zhang Wei, Sanpao gave him three ideas, group beating, kneeling and slapping in the face, hanging the factory, but I didn't expect these three tricks to be used on himself!

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