Youyang's words to ask the Zhang family if they would give up were interrupted by a rapid phone ringing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"No, I can't go to the doctor, I've just had a lot of alcohol." It was Huang Zhe's cell phone ringing.

But the other party didn't seem to intend to give up the idea of persuading him, and judging from Huang Zhe's expression, it seemed that he still had to go.

"Youyang, you live here, my tutor is abroad, and his VIP patient asked me to come to the house to have a look, and the patient is a little uncomfortable." Huang Zhe has already walked in

In the bathroom, he had to use some methods to reduce the smell of alcohol on his body.

"Are you drinking?" Youyang's previous prison guard profession strictly prohibits drinking and work, and once it is found out, it will be dealt with severely.

"Do you know what a VIP is? It's a species that has a toe headache and has to come to the door to treat it solemnly. "Huang Zhe has seen a lot of such people, and he has a lot of experience in dealing with them, and his professional knowledge and flattery can generally deal with them.

"I'll go with you, I'm out of money for my phone." Youyang wiped his mouth with the one on the table and briefly sorted out his clothes.

"You're drunk, what are you doing out? Isn't it enough to recharge online? Huang Zhe stopped, he was afraid that there would be an accident when he went out after drinking.

"Dude, your house is clean and there is nothing but you, I'll go buy a watermelon and come back." Youyang, who had drunk a stomach full of wine, urgently needed to add something cool and hangover to his stomach.

"Then be careful, I'm leaving." Huang Zhe took a taxi and left, leaving the lonely Youyang along the sidewalk to the convenience store outside the community.

On summer nights, there are a lot of pedestrians on the road, all of whom come out for a walk in twos and threes, and there are also many people who have drunk like Youyang.

Just as Youyang bought a watermelon and a bag of sweet peaches and was about to go back, he was confronted by five or six shirtless young men, each with a black dragon tattoo on the top of his right arm.

When these people and Youyang staggered by, one of them collided with Youyang's shoulder, and the mobile phone in his hand fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?" The owner of the mobile phone suddenly grabbed the collar of the right foreign T-shirt, pointed at the mobile phone on the ground and yelled.

"I didn't hit you." You Yang knows that he has met a porcelain, this kind of person is the most difficult, and under normal circumstances, it is their purpose to extort money.

His eyes looked around at a few people, some of whom were clenching their fists, some were spitting on the ground, and some were swearing, obviously in a state of excitement, and a group fight seemed inevitable.

As far as Youyang himself is concerned, there shouldn't be much of a problem in dealing with a few ruffians and hooligans with one body.

"Brother, what do you say?" Several people gathered around, and their bodies also exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

The people on the side of the road began to stop, pointing and talking about the young men.

"Alas! It's drinking and making trouble again, and the world is going down. An old man shook his head and sighed.

"Did you see that? Today's public order is chaotic, and in the future, a person will stay at home honestly, give me less time to come out, and no drinking, smoking, or Internet cafes will be allowed. "A mother in her forties was teaching her son, who was already a head taller than herself, and the boy didn't care.

"What do you say? What's going on you don't understand? Or do I still not understand? "Youyang's momentum is not only weak, but under the stimulation of the wine, it is more vigorous.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter whether there is a reasonable fight or an unreasonable fight, he has always preferred to die unyieldingly, even if his nose is blue and his face is swollen, he will not take the initiative to retreat.

"You kid broke my phone, and your mouth is still hard? Look for death, right? "The owner of the phone has already raised his fist.

"Brother, if you want to fight, I'll accompany you. If you want to slander me, let's go to the police station to reason. You Yang threw down the watermelon and peach in his hand and pointed to the flashing monitoring probe on the roadside telephone pole.

"If you fight, you have to fight, but you want to see how many bones and taels of meat you have. The mobile phone also has to be compensated, so I will rush to your arrogance, and I have to replace the copycat with Apple today. Several men rushed up and threw their fists and kicks at Youyang.

Youyang moved left and right, blocking the fist from the north, hitting the right in the head, dodging the chain leg in front of him, dodging the straight hook in the back, and he used his punches and kicks to his heart's content in the narrow space.

The people around only felt that there was chaos in front of them, and the sound of oops, oops, and they didn't know who was beaten.

At first, Youyang could still have the upper hand, but after a long time, his stomach couldn't stand it anymore, and began to churn up and down, and what he ate and drank poured into his throat together, and he spit it out with a "poof".

He is vomiting and entertaining guests, and his reaction is more violent than that of a three-month pregnant woman.

When a mouthful of sticky digest with the smell of wine and gastric juice stuck to the opponent's face and body, the gang was completely enraged.

One of them reached out to wipe off a small piece of minced meat from the tip of his eyebrows, squinted his bloodshot eyes, reached out and pulled out a three-edged knife from his trouser pocket, and took advantage of the confusion to stab Youyang from the side above his right arm.

Blood gushed out and ran down Youyang's right arm.

"Ahh Youyang screamed in a muffled voice, his body twitched in pain, and the strength of his defense was suddenly gone.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the fists of those guys hit Youyang's upper body like raindrops, and the face, chest, and back suddenly became the hardest hit area.

Youyang began to feel that Venus was rising in front of him, and his head was showing symptoms of dizziness.

It's over, are you going to confess today? Youyang's heart was confused.

MMD, why didn't anyone call the police on the side of the road?

No, where is your phone? He's going to save himself!

"Boss, I'm here!" Just as Youyang was about to take out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket with trembling hands, a thick voice came from his ears.

He looked back and saw that it was Zhou who was lost.

The runaway executioner didn't know why he was seeing his eyes again.

Hallucinations? Youyang shook his head vigorously.

It's not like that! Several men who were fighting with themselves staggered inexplicably, and this one shouted "Mom! The one shouted: "Who hit me!" ”

Zhou Lost, who can take off and deal with several adults at the same time, is not particularly clever in his brain, but he is a good hand at fighting and killing, and it only took a lot of effort to beat those men all over the ground to find their teeth.

"Boss, they've all been beaten up, what should I do next?" Zhou was lost and waited for Youyang's order, he could end the lives of these people at any time.

"Let them go, you can't kill people at will in this era." Youyang is not worried about them being beaten, but most worried about their lives.

"Okay," Zhou walked over when he got lost, his face suddenly turned red, and his voice began to stammer: "You, where are you going, I'll send you home." ”

He may not be ashamed of his resignation.

"You don't have to send me, follow them first and see which gang they are." Youyang suspects that these people didn't appear by his side for no reason.

Zhang Tao was repented of his marriage just now, and he has reason to believe that this group beating was premeditated.

"With them, I'll send you first." Zhou lost his way and pointed to Qian Shufei and Sun Ergou who were sitting on the ground on the side of the road, and the two of them were close together, talking to each other and not knowing what to say.

"Go over there," Youyang's eyes looked at Huang Zhe's family, he didn't want to go to the hospital, let alone alarm the police.

Some things are more convenient to be private.

For example, the Zhang family.