The beauty of the fragrant car is full of spirit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Listening to the rhythmic percussion from the sound of the stereo surround sound, Griffith stared at the birds returning to the nest gradually flying down, and a sigh of emotion arose in his heart - life rushes for decades, showing off the sky, why bother, life does not bring death and does not take away. I won't see you and your car for the next 100 years......

"We're almost there."

Forty minutes later, the sun goes down and shadows cover the sky, and the streets of the island are lit up with lights. Luo Laiqian drove the car and parked in a remote, redly lit alley.

The girl took the man out of the car and walked to the edge of a three-story building. The building is surrounded by small neon lanterns, connected one by one. They climb up the cracks in the wall and the four corners of the building like creepers, and are connected in a group at the position of the plaque in the center of the building.

"Welcome to the Paris Peninsula, the land of dreams." Luo Laiqian took a deep breath of the flashy night air, it seemed that the whole person was melted into this familiar drunken gold fan, his family has a 'share' here, in fact, the girl's father is the little boss who is responsible for collecting the protection fee of half of the street, there is a big brother to worship, and there are a few little brothers with long faces below, known as Luo Daozi, who can eat very well on this acre and three points of land.

After entering the bar, Luo Laiqian invited Liu Qingqing into a private room. Griffith was casually placed on the bar by her, casually ordering people to look at it casually, and pulling her little girlfriend to stab wildly inside. The big demon didn't care, he observed his surroundings, the flickering searchlights, the crowd writhing wildly on the dance floor, and ordered himself a glass of mango juice.

Because of the recent affairs and a slight physical problem, Griffith has not been in a place like a bar to indulge in lust and lust for a long time. He didn't care about himself, but he had been with a simple person like the Ji family for a long time, and it seemed that he had degraded somewhere, and he was not particularly suitable for this kind of occasion.

Sitting at the bar for a while, the big demon bit the straw of mango juice, enjoying the changing light, and in the corner of his eye, several drunk women in high school uniforms were drugged and pulled into the dark corners of the bar......

The big demon took a deep breath, and his little eyes narrowed numbly. Well, this world is still a familiar old taste......

However, perhaps because he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out, just as Griffith was enjoying life, he didn't know that he was like a rabbit in the wasteland and was targeted by fierce hunters.

Soon after Luo Laiqian and Liu Qingqing entered the box, there were a few bastards who knew the inside story and worked under Luo Laiqian's father, and saw Griffith sitting alone next to the bar, looking stupid and bullying. Thinking of the relationship between Luo Laiqian and Liu Qingqing, I thought of taking this opportunity to indirectly show my loyalty.

"Ho! It was a dreamy night. ”

In the corrupt night, the lights are bright and green, and some people are swallowing clouds and spitting fog. The smoke and dust that seemed to be real and illusory spread under the cold sky, and there were people who writhed and dreamed of death.

Halfway through the juice, Griffith saw two skinny guys with yellow hair and tattooed arms walking in a vicious way. The Great Demon shook his head and savored the smell of depravity in the air, his expression innocent, and then he was pulled by the neck and rotated the angle.

"Hey, boy......"

The seats at the bar creaked, the chairs slowly turned, and Griffith was grabbed and turned more than 40 degrees to face the visitor. He raised his head slightly, a little confused, and still held a ridiculous mango juice in his hand.

"Who are you looking for?" The boy asked crisply, and the two shopkeepers saw this situation, glanced at each other, and smiled maliciously at each other.

"We're looking for you, kid......"

Then Griffith, who looked confused, was carried by the two of them and dragged into the bathroom half-pushed and half-pushed. Ji Aman, who was being dragged by others, twisted his head and reasoned with people, looking stupid - uncle, I don't know you, you have found the wrong person....... However, the sound was completely cut off from the cacophony of music with a crisp click of the door closing.

At the same time, on the other side of the door, in the bathroom where Griffith was dragged into, there was a drunken man standing a meter away from the urinal, shaking and peeing half-dead on little Tintin. The man was a middle-aged short and fat man, dressed in brown trousers, who had drunk alcohol, and he staggered there to drain the water, most of the yellow liquid dripping outside the urinal pool, and some of it simply spilled on his leather shoes.

After pulling Griffith in, the two thugs brutally dragged the big demon into the bathroom. When one of them confirmed that there was only one drunken man in the cubicle in the bathroom, he pouted and ignored it, and the other man grabbed Griffith's collar and pushed him hard into the bathroom.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" The tall yellow-haired thug had his eyebrows and eyes flying, and his fierce look was vicious, and the young man named Ji Aman shook his head innocently and dazedly, indicating that he didn't know.

"Boy! Don't play tricks on Lao Tzu!! Don't you know who you are?! Someone came over and pulled up the collar of the big demon: "Oh, oops, what are you pretending to be innocent, and you did a bad thing by yourself...... If you want me to say, a guy like you who doesn't know the sky and the earth is just not tidying up, do you know what is the most real quality of people? Self-knowledge! What position are you in, what role do you have, what do you do when, do you still need me to teach you?! This time it was a slightly short-headed thug with his sleeve rolled up and smiling, the same man who had his tattoo on display before.

On the island, one acre and three points of land, it can be described as a nest of snakes and rats, but snakes have snake paths, rats and rat paths, and there are not many times when they are entangled.

Ordinary people have the lifestyle of ordinary people, or face the loess with their backs to the sky, or go to and from work from 9 to 5 and squeeze the bus. Of course, white-collar workers and even higher-status elites also have another level of life and consumption style, or corruption or elegance or even mediocrity, with their own style attributes, it is also a way to extend forward.

But the dark side behind this light, entrenched in the more complex human nature and the distorted and depraved way of life and existence spawned by the dark human nature, is also a broad road to the other side of life. Luo Laiqian's father and his thugs are rats entrenched under this dark sewer.

The tall Huang Mao was the first group of people to follow Luo Laiqian's father, he had seen a lot of things, and his status was high, so many things didn't matter, and he was a little reckless and reckless in doing things. Of course, although his emotional intelligence is not high, his basic priorities are still clear.

The other person, the short gangster who grabbed the collar of the big demon, was a brother who had just joined the church half a year ago, and before joining the meeting, he cut off three fingers of his old brother-in-law, and was beaten half to death when he ran over. There are no other advantages, but they are bold, dare to mix in anything, and are surrounded by tall yellow hairs with the same smell, and they are considered to be cultivated henchmen with them.

This time, Griffith was brought to the bathroom, and the two of them had an idea to discuss what they had done - a mentally handicapped young man with no background, and he was not left to his disposal. After all, Griffith arrived suddenly, and he was half-dragged by Luo Laiqian, one big and one small yellow haired who didn't have the skills of god operators, but when they saw the big demon real person sitting on the bar with an innocent face and drinking mango juice, the evil part of the gene was about to attack.

"Stop talking nonsense, hit him, beat him up......"

After pulling this kid into the bathroom, he will definitely be beaten, and as for the severity of the attack, it is a matter that needs to be considered - after all, it was brought by the 'little master', and it was too bloody to get over the scene. Moreover, I heard that there is a strip named Kira behind this fool, although this son has not been on the job for a long time, Huang Mao's side is not afraid of this kind of strip with no power and no power to tell the truth, but the people don't fight with the officials, even if they fight, they can't make it too ugly.

When the tall Huang Mao was thinking about it like this, Huang Mao, who had come over with him for the time being, had already used his hands to toss Ji Aman's head back and forth, left and right. The man who was 1.80 meters tall but had a promising face was turned back and forth by the short yellow hair, his face and his whole head were turned back and forth, like a little quail. He seemed to be a teacher teaching disobedient children, and he used his palms and hands to make Ji Aman dizzy.

“…… Do you know why you hit you, do you know why you hit you, do you know, do you know...... I don't know yet, Uncle TM's time is so precious to accompany you at home, so I asked you if TM knows, I don't know yet?! I'll kill you...... Why? It's because of your face that you look like this and go out for a walk, and you lose your appetite when you see it. What a fucking pig brain, learn to go to the bar, I'm bah, see you once hit ......"

Erwuzi Xiao Huang Mao was holding his trouser pocket with one hand, and the tattooed arm was patting Griffith's face repeatedly, with a look of abuse and helplessness. The taller yellow hair behind him hugged his arms and watched this scene for a while, and his face was cold. He has been in the industry for many years, he is a bad and ruthless person, and he is good at intimidating and excavating the fear side of people's hearts, and everyone is afraid of him. It's just that at the moment, when facing a guy whose IQ is not very sufficient, and who seems to be cowardly without teasing, he has a sense of boredom in vain, as if he will drop the price if he shoots in person.

"Made, ruined, stupid. Son, hurry up and solve the problem......" This guy named Ji Aman must be taught a lesson, the yellow-haired senior thug frowned and thought about it. By this time, his younger brother had begun to stroke Griffith's hair dishonestly.

The older thugs raised their eyes, looked at the situation, frowned and thought about it, and slapped their palms - hey, there is.

The tall yellow-haired man said hello as if he had suddenly thought of something, then turned and walked out of the bathroom. After about two or three minutes, he pushed the door open again and walked back.

What was different from before was that at this time, the tall yellow-haired man had an extra black baton in his hand, which was wrapped in rubber on the outside, like a baton that kept indoor standards.

This kind of baton is the favorite of those veterans of torture with a gloomy and evil personality, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, beating people without blood, and hurting people without leaving a trace. After the flat passed, there were no traces of the beating from the outside, all of which were internal injuries.

After the promulgation and implementation of the relevant provisions on the good treatment of criminals in China, the criminals all over the country were jubilant, but there were policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom, so the comrades of the Criminal Law Department did not leave their batons. Kira also has one on his side, and when he encounters a lawbreaker, he will go up and smoke him with two sticks, and no one knows, the key is that he can't check it.

Griffith is now encountering this stubble, and looking at the other party's posture, he is obviously a knowledgeable person, who knows the severity of his hands, and will not beat people to death with a stick, but he will definitely beat him to the point that life is worse than death, leaving a lifelong memory.

After seeing that the other party brought the baton, Griffith, who had seen this thing with his own eyes, also subconsciously shuddered - fuck, the puppies are so vicious, what hatred and what resentment, fuck the baby like this!

When it comes to batons, the big demon thinks of a person. It is said that there is a very slippery inquisitor playing with a baton inside the black mask, skinny, hunched all day long, and at the age of fifty.

Once, when Griffith was bored, he thought about visiting the torture room of the Black Mask to see how his organization interrogated the outlaws. At that time, there happened to be an organization called the Ratchet Society in the East that infiltrated the inside of the Black Mask, and was caught red-handed, and then dragged to the torture room by the collar and asked for a confession.

At that time, the person in charge of torture was the old man who was good at playing with batons, at first glance he looked very gentle, and when he saw his superiors, he smiled very flatteringly, this person did not interrogate anything like iron hooks, silver knives, tongs, etc., it was just a simple little batons, but the people were really playing with it.

When Griffith went, the old man had just pulled the thing out of some indecent spot on the Spy's hip. At a glance, Griffith seemed to see the dark blue soft rubber with a mixture of yellow and bloodshot substance, and the old man giggled again, pried the man's mouth open, and used a rubber stick to go straight to the depth. Larynx......

I strangled the grass, and Griffith swallowed subconsciously, stunned. He leaned on the railing and wiped a handful of sweat, who could bear it, so he suddenly felt that the black mask was really full of talents, so why worry about his ambition.