The big B field was swept away, and he squatted in the bureau for more than ten days, and there was nowhere to vent his evil anger. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAfter he came out of the bureau, he found a bald head and was beaten violently. The bald little brother took care of the loss, squatted on the ground with his bald head in his arms, and received dozens of crackling punches from Big B.

Damn, don't let me know who's behind me, or I'll kill your whole family. Big B doesn't doubt the bald words, this little brother has no reason to betray himself. It just so happened that Qiangsong asked him to pack up a college student lawyer, and he said yes. "Qiangzi, it's no problem for my brother to stand up for you, the hard work of a few younger brothers under your hand must be settled, otherwise the team will not be easy to lead."

Qiang Song took out a pile of old man's head, nodded and handed it over, "Brother B, I understand the rules, na, five thousand yuan, brothers take it to drink." Big B took it with satisfaction, spit in the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands together and began to count the money. The number is correct, he slapped Johnson on the shoulder, "Meaningless, let's say, do you want him to have one leg or one arm." "It's just a weak chicken for a college student who has no power to tie the chicken, and there is a hard fee, this kind of good thing is not every day.

Qiang Song endured the nausea, and quietly moved away from Big B's palm full of saliva, "Let the girl lie on the bed for ten days and half a month, and forget about the arms and hands." Big B grinned, and a mouthful of big yellow teeth was in full view. This kid Qiangsong is quite sensible, cutting his arm and chopping his hands is just talking, otherwise it would be more than 5,000 yuan.

Big B took his three younger brothers and wandered around Binhai University for a few days, and finally blocked Han Dong in the public toilet next to Wu Lao's second food stall. Han Dong's dormitory is celebrating his roommate's birthday. He drank several times more beer, and as soon as he came out of the drain after cleaning it, he was surrounded by a bald head and several people in cloth shoes.

It's not good!

"You're Han Dong?" The big B, who was the leader, rolled up his sleeves, and the cyan pattern on his arm crawled all over his arm. He wore a large gold chain around his neck, and his grin showed his yellow gums. This person is either a local tyrant or a gangster. From the scars on their faces and the cloth shoes on their feet, Han Dong determined that these were the thugs. In this coastal area, cloth shoes are the standard configuration of the little hooligans, just like the standard configuration of the Hong Kong film underworld Watermelon knife.

Han Dong reached out vigilantly and grabbed the chili water bottle in his trouser pocket. "No, my name is Han Geng." Han Dong panicked randomly, but unfortunately he was not very clever. Big B laughed, just like you, you dare to pretend to be a star? The bald head approached and found that this kid was a little familiar. He touched his bald head and thought for a moment, I'm grass, isn't this the kid who hung me off the mountain? This kid gave himself two jumps, and took himself to fly a kite for a long time, even if it turned to ashes, he could recognize it. Okay, we've got to beat him out of this time.

"Big B, I remember this kid. When I was looking at the wind that day, it was he who made us yin, and as a result, our field was slivered." Big B's face immediately darkened. This kid is the divorce lawyer of Qiangsong's wife, and he led the bald head to sweep with a strip, and he is a fool who knows that his goal is Qiangsong, and he is just a fire at the city gate and a pond fish. Big B immediately figured out the joints in it, damn it, he carried the prednenpine pot together, add money, you have to add money!

Big B is ready to clean up this kid, so he will find Johnson to make a mistake. When I thought of the sweep of the strips last time, Big B was furious. Not to mention the loss of hundreds of thousands of turnover, he also suffered more than a dozen slaps from his boss, and his face was swollen like a pig's head. Big B spit out all the oil and water he had fished for the boss over the years and handed it over, which was considered to have settled the matter.

Big B has been assigned to valet parking since then, and there is basically no other good thing like watching the casino. In the community, Big B is considered to be mixed up, not to mention being assigned to the frontier, and oil and water are not the same.

Okay, it's not that enemies don't get together. Big B looked left and right, and found that there was no one next to the public toilet at this time, and he had the idea of killing this kid in his heart. The bald head pierced Han Dong, and he knew that something was wrong. I rubbed it, and the blame led to the big book, which was miserable. There is no help around, and the roommates are partying, even if it is called throat slit, it may not attract a few people. Passers-by? Don't think about it, passers-by have no discipline, and they don't even dare to help the old lady fall to the ground, let alone expect them to take action for themselves.

For now, I have to rely on myself. Han Dong looked at the leader of the several people, Da B, and raised his leg and kicked it fiercely. Big B didn't expect this college student to be so brave, and in the face of a few fierce and vicious people, he dared to take the initiative. Caught off guard, he was kicked in the stomach, only to feel a heavy hammer and fall to the ground in pain. After Han Dong kicked him, he didn't care whether Da B was dead or alive, he just ran away. Without being informed by Big B, the bald three people in four directions outflanked Han Dong.

There is not much space in the building next to the public toilet. Han Dong didn't run a few steps, and a scarred face was about to grab Han Dong's arm. Han Dong's face at the scar that was close at hand was a slap of chili water. Scarface instinctively dodged, and the pepper water only hit his mouth and nose, and the vital parts of the eyes were not sprayed at all. Scarface still screamed miserably, and grabbed Han Dong's arm.

Big B got up in embarrassment, and his triangular eyes showed a fierce light. He took out a dagger pinned to his waist and was about to stab Han Dong in the abdomen. Han Dong was grabbed by the two thugs, and he couldn't move, he saw that the dagger with a cold light was about to pierce him, he roared, his waist exerted force, and the two thugs who held him hostage with him staggered. It's a pity that in the blink of an eye, Da B's dagger has been advanced by twenty or thirty centimeters, and if nothing else, it will still be pierced on Han Dong's waist.

Han Dong was desperate at this time, these little gangsters had even darker hearts, and they obviously had blood on their hands, and it seemed that they would not be able to die well today. He is unwilling, God gave him a golden finger, isn't he going to die halfway before he is very happy in life?

He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable stab. I only heard the sound of "pop" breaking the air in my ears, and a small pebble hit Big B's dagger. Da B only felt that the dagger seemed to have been hit with a heavy hammer, and his tiger mouth was numb, and the dagger was almost out of his hand. As soon as his strength was gone, he naturally couldn't continue to stab forward. Big B was dumbfounded, what the is going on? Hit by thunder? It happened just between the lightning and flint, and except for Big B, everyone else only heard the sound of breaking the sky and the screeching sound of metal striking, and nothing else was known.

Han Dong waited for a few seconds and found that it was not painful. Rub, could it be that he has already died and ascended to bliss? When he opened his eyes, he saw that Big B was close in front of him, and the two thugs were still holding their limbs, and they also looked confused. Big B hesitantly looked at the dagger in his hand, only to see that the dagger with cold light had left a shallow pit the size of a bean. He didn't stab at Han Dong again, but he just wondered when the guy he had to wipe every day had a hole?

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable", a thin-faced Taoist priest dressed as a priest, came out of the toilet and pronounced a Dharma name. His robe was dirty, like a transvestite beggar. The attention of several people was attracted by the thin-faced beggar. Han Dong's eyes are sharp, isn't this the old liar Sanbao?! Since the last time he was deceived into eating and drinking, Han Dong swore that he would have to beat him to pieces when he saw him again. Seeing him this time, Han Dong was like seeing a relative, and he wanted to hug his thin face and kiss him.

"Han Dong Xiaoyou, we meet again." The Three Treasures Daoist winked at Han Dong. Even if the other party was a beggar, Big B didn't dare to stab someone in front of everyone. He put away the dagger and waved his hand, "Get out, where did you come from, stinky beggar, don't hinder Lao Tzu's errands." ”

Han Dong's eyes rolled and he shouted for help, "Second uncle, second uncle save me." "Hey, old liar, I'll spit out if you eat mine. Big B and the others' faces changed dramatically, I wiped it, it turned out that the rescuers came. Big B gave the bald head a look, and the bald head willingly swung his fist at the old beggar. The thought of his big fist in a sand bowl and hitting this thin-faced beggar in the face with all his might, as colorful as if he had opened a dye shop, had a kind of evil pleasure in his bald head.

Before the fist reached the beggar's face, the bald head felt his arm twist at an angle, and then hit his ribs with a strong force. With a plop, the bald head didn't understand yet, and he had already fallen to the ground and fell into a dog eating. When he got up, he saw blood stains on his mouth and nose. His expression was hideous, and the nosebleed gushing from the spring was very scary. The bald head spat on the ground with a mouthful of blood, and spit out a knocked tooth by the way. He wiped his mouth and nose, and rushed towards the Three Treasures again with a shout.

However, the ending is still very unhappy. He pounced on again, and this time knocked out at least two teeth. He is a pig and knows that the beggar in front of him is not good-looking, and he is a silent master.

The big B people were dumbfounded, they saw the beggar smashing a few times at will, and the towering bald head fell to the ground like a light straw. Damn, this is the legendary Lian Jiazi. I didn't expect a weak chicken college student and a second uncle of the Lian family. The bald head hunts all day long, but he is a dog, which cannot but be said to be very ironic.

But what if you can fight? There are four people on his own head plus a bald head, and four people beat one, even if it is Bruce Lee, he has to kneel. Several of them are good at street fighting, and they are the ancestors of group fights, so naturally they will not be scared because of a thin beggar. On the top, Da B gave an order, he took out his dagger and took the three of them, regardless of the fact that there was a fresh college student next to him, and threw himself at the beggar with all his might. In their opinion, Han Dong is just relying on a bit of blood and bravery, and he is a weak chicken in terms of fighting kung fu. As long as his second uncle is put down, this kid won't be able to play any tricks.

The Three Treasures Daoist was not afraid of the dagger with cold light, and flew up and kicked Da B's wrist with precision. I saw that the dagger was like an arrow off the string, flying several meters away. Big B's wrist seemed to have been hit by a heavy truck, and with a click, I was afraid that he would be broken on the spot. Big B was in pain, screamed a few times, covered his wrists and retreated, beads of sweat rolled down his miserable white face. As soon as the offensive of several people slowed down, the Three Treasures Taoist priests did not stop, each rewarded a few kicks, and kicked a few thugs to the ground.

Han Dong looked at the little thugs who were rolling and moaning all over the ground, and his eyes were about to pop out. I rubbed it, it turned out that I met a master who is unique in ten thousand. Old liar of the Three Treasures, oh no, the Three Treasures Immortal, please take my knees.

Big B didn't faint in pain, and let out a cruel word, "Old beggar, you have a kind, wait and see." He was afraid that the old beggar would reward him again, so he fled in a hurry with a few younger brothers.

"Three Treasures Immortal, it turns out that you are a real person and don't show your face." For such a master, Han Dong can't overstate how many sycophants he makes. "Han Dong Xiaoyou, if it weren't for the poor Dao who practiced kung fu for a few years, wouldn't he have been killed by you." The Three Treasures Taoist priest was not stupid, and teased with a smile. "When did Lao Dao become your second uncle?"

Han Dong didn't feel ashamed at all, he smiled and said, "Eat people with a soft mouth, Master Sanbao, I have a meal for you." As the saying goes, the grace of a drop of water must be the reward of a spring, and I don't think you are the kind of ungrateful villain. Once my second uncle, you are still naked. “

"Han Dong Xiaoyou, if you want to be so shameless, I still remember that you owe the poor Dao a great health care." Sambo rubbed the waves and laughed.

"Great health care is no problem, as long as you can teach me a trick and a half, not to mention a big health care, every day can be a big health care." Han Dong coveted the three treasures and was handsome in kung fu, and he had the heart to learn from his teacher. San Bao stretched out his thin palm, touched Han Dong's hand bones, shook his head and said, "Your muscles and bones have been set, don't think about practicing martial arts." Even if you practice reluctantly, it's just a showcase. ”

Han Dong was disappointed when he saw that he didn't seem to be a fake, and he no longer mentioned the matter of learning art.