Chapter 116: Served
Half of the basketball court was covered with splashes, all of them covered in blood, and they didn't know if they would make it home alive today. At this time, there were only Fang Wuxian and the young man in the black vest with bleeding legs standing in the square.
The young man hadn't moved since he was thrown out by Fang Wuxie, and he hadn't seen his brother being chased and killed, just staring coldly at Brother Bao who was lying on the ground wailing.
Fang Wuxian saw that there was no one to cut down, so with a flick of his hand, the two knives turned into two meteors, and slammed into the side of Brother Bao's head, and when the tip of the knife pierced through the cement, sparks splashed everywhere, so frightened that Brother Bao didn't dare to move anymore.
Fang Wuxian didn't care about the splashing of skin in this place, he was measured, it seemed that he had cut people into a blur of flesh and blood, but in fact, the strength and accuracy were just right, and it would be fine to go back and stop the bleeding and stitch two stitches.
A splash felt that he was not dead, struggled to get up from the ground, was grabbed by the collar by Fang Wuxie, tore the lower half of the sleeve casually, and pushed him again, only then did he slowly wipe the blood off his hand with his clothes, and also walked in front of the standing young man.
He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, reached into the pocket of his pants, and found that he had been cut at some point, and the lighter had fallen somewhere.
The young man didn't bow down, let alone want to light a cigarette for him, Fang Wuxian also felt a little embarrassed, kicked Brother Bao's leg, and snorted: "Don't pretend to be dead, find a lighter for brother." β
Brother Bao was kicked by Fang Wuxie and broke at least two ribs, but at this time, in the face of this killing god, he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only get up from the ground with his chest covered, and felt his pocket to find a lighter, only then did he remember that for the convenience of fighting, he didn't think about it when he came.
At this time, there were splashes who climbed up one after another, Brother Bao had brothers under him, so he didn't have to look for a lighter by himself, he didn't dare to shout loudly, and said in a suppressed voice: "Who brought the fire?" β
A thin, half-grown child took out a box of matches and handed it over tremblingly, with the name of Shengdezhai printed on it.
Brother Bao took the match, didn't dare to look at the black vest, swiped a stick, and helped Fang Wuxian light the cigarette.
Fang Wuxian didn't continue to pretend to be cool in front of these people, handed the cigarette to Brother Bao, and sneered: "Don't let your people pretend to be dead, there are eighteen left, and the one who gets up first smokes first." β
Brother Bao didn't dare to breathe, took the cigarette and began to smoke to everyone, of course it was not enough in the end, a junior brother took out his own Yunshan, and seeing that Fang Wuxian didn't speak, he began to smoke everyone.
For a while, the small square was filled with smoke, so much that the smell of blood was diluted.
"Let's take it all aside, I'll talk to your boss." Fang Wuxian waved his hand at this group of splashers, and everyone ran under the headlights to smoke as if they had been amnestied, taking the opportunity to look at the wounds, for fear that they would not know about fatal injuries.
Seeing that Hou Bao was standing there without moving, Fang Wuxian said with a smile: "What, do you want me to award you a medal?" β
Brother Bao glanced at the black vest, looked at Fang Wuxian again, and said stubbornly: "Brother Fang, this time I was really wrong, you will be my eldest brother in the future, let me go east, I will never go west." β
Fang Wuxian snorted: "It's none of your business, you want to do something for me, I still can't look down on you." β
Brother Bao gritted his teeth, and actually knelt down for Fang Wuxie: "Brother Fang, please go around my brother, he didn't want to come, but he was dragged by me to support the scene, and the fault is also on me, please let him go." β
Fang Wuxian originally wanted to say a few words to the Black Vest, but he didn't expect that his appearance covered in blood scared Brother Bao, thinking that he was going to attack the Black Vest. He rolled his eyes and sneered: "The mixed underworld can't you cut people, when others cut you, you cry dad and call mother, I have to cut this person today?" β
Brother Bao picked up a knife from the ground, knelt down and said, "If you want to cut me, just hack me to death, I promise that no one will mention this." β
The black vest took a deep breath, flipped his left hand and inserted the dagger into his pocket, and sighed: "Brother, you get up, he didn't want to kill me at all." β
Brother Bao was stunned for a moment, and saw Fang Wuxian stuff half of the cigarette in his hand into his younger brother's mouth, so he believed it a little.
Fang Wuxian smiled: "Standing tall and not falling, can it prove that you are iron-clad?" The injury on the leg is nothing, but if the right arm is not connected, it will be troublesome after a long time. β
The black vest took a sip of the cigarette to the butt, spit it aside, pinched his right arm with his left hand and shook it twice, found the right position and pushed it violently, the muscles on his face trembled without shaking, and his right arm was restored with a click.
Fang Wuxian smiled: "Soldier? β
The Black Vest nodded.
"Discharged?"
"No, I'm fired."
Fang Wuxian didn't ask the reason for his expulsion, and turned his head to look at Brother Bao: "How long have you been in Shengdezhai?" β
Brother Bao said: "For more than two months, Shengdezhai has changed owners, please cover the field." β
Fang Wuxian snorted coldly: "I don't think I'm asking you to cover the field, I'm inviting you to come to the loser." β
Brother Bao scratched his head in embarrassment and asked tentatively: "Are you from the old historian?" β
"I don't know it, I just came to Shengdezhai to eat and listen to some stories." Fang Wuxian took out a wad of money from his wallet, estimated to be more than two thousand yuan, and handed it to Brother Bao: "If you don't fight, you don't know each other, you don't have much money, it should be enough to bandage your group of brothers." β
Brother Bao dared to ask for this money, but he didn't dare to tear it up with Fang Wuxie, and he was a little helpless holding the money.
The black vest was much more capable than him, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone is covered in blood, brother, find a place to take a bath." β
"This suggestion is good, let's go to Yuzhu to take a bath, it's a good scene, and there are beautiful girls."
Brother Bao took out the phone to reserve a seat, but Fang Wuxian stretched out his hand to stop him: "Go ahead, I still have something to do." β
Fang Wuxian got up and left, Brother Bao glanced at the black vest, and suddenly said, "Brother Fang, why don't we follow you!" β
"I don't mix with the underworld, you can play by yourself." Fang Wuxian took two steps and suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled: "Black Vest, why don't you help me?" β
The black vest didn't speak, but Brother Bao's eyes lit up, and he felt that his ribs didn't hurt so much, so he ran to Fang Wuxie's side: "Okay, my name is Hou Chengbao, my brother's name is Hou Chengyu, I'll let him go to you tomorrow, how can I contact you?" β
"The north gate of Huhai University, the gentleman's archery hall, just say that Fang Wuxian introduced it."
Fang Wuxian didn't stop this time, a group of splashes helped each other to bandage, Hou Chengyu and his brother walked at the end, and said suspiciously: "You are crazy, we can't hide such a person, you provoked him first, and now why are you selling me again." β
Hou Chengbao didn't have the ruffian and naΓ―ve energy when he confronted Fang Wuxie, and covered his leaky mouth and said in a deep voice: "What can a person like us do? When someone takes advantage of it, they can barely have a full meal, and they can't tell when they will be kicked aside like a dog.
You know the conditions of our family best, when my mother worked in the factory, she was still starving to death, but after the buyout and layoff, it was not as good as a day, and finally sent you to the army, hoping that you would have some success, but you got injured and didn't get a dime, not to mention the benefits, and you were fired from the army.
Now I can make do with being able to support this family, but my road is impassable, I have to find a capable person, I think this Fang Wuxian is a capable person, and there will be no mistake in following him. β
Hou Chengyu said in a low voice: "But I think he can't protect himself, you also watched that video, and it is clear that there are big people framing him." β
Hou Chengbao's eyes flashed with wisdom: "The icing on the cake can never turn over, only by sending charcoal in the snow can we have a day." Chengyu, you are not as good as me in mixed society. β
Hou Chengyu said: "Of course I'm not as good as you, tell me, you acted in that scene yesterday, and today you provoked him, what do you mean?" β
Hou Chengbao said: "I didn't want to provoke this person yesterday, let's take people's money, eliminate disasters with people, and be ordered to create trouble in Shengdezhai, so we have to find a reason to make trouble." As for today, I want to see this his catty. You have to know that in mixed society, stupid people die quickly, and smart people don't live long. β
Hou Chengyu nodded, he didn't approve of his brother taking this path, but he admired his brother's courage and wisdom.
Fang Wuxian left the small square, but he didn't go far, he turned into a small alley, and the old man surnamed Bian was squatting on the side and smoking.
Fang Wuxian smiled and said, "Guys, how do you feel after watching a martial arts movie?" β
"Alas, I have seen such a scene back then," the old man extinguished the cigarette butt: "It's just that he is not as smart as you, but you are not as domineering as him." β
Fang Wuxian asked, "Are you talking about the Nine-Pattern Dragon?" β
The old man nodded, and didn't care whether Fang Wuxian could see it in the dark, turned his head and walked home: "Fang boy, go to the house and take a bath, I'll show you something." β
Fang Wuxie had blood on his face and clothes, went to the old man's house to take a bath, rolled up his coat and put it in a plastic bag, and also wore a vest to pretend to be cool, as for the pants, it could only be like that, anyway, no one would pay attention to the black light.
After taking a bath, the old man took him up to the second floor, where the decoration is not the same style as the first floor at all, it is a bit like the incense hall of the underworld, and there is a Guan Gong in the middle of the hall.
The old man didn't bother to explain, he took out a big box from the case under Guan Gong, put it in front of Fang Wuxie, and motioned for him to open it.
Fang Wuxian didn't know what the old man was selling, and secretly thought that what kind of legendary rainstorm pear flower needles would not be contained in it!
He was ready to be attacked, and when he opened the box, he found that it was just an ordinary wooden box, but the contents made him frown: "Guys, what do you mean by this box of little fingers?" Looks like it's been a long time. β
The old man sighed: "Back then, the nine-striped dragon was also fighting with the people on the road in that small square, and eight of the forty-eight people were hacked to death by him, and the rest couldn't get up. There were forty little fingers in it, and they were the ones who survived at that time. β
Fang Wuxian said with a smile: "Eight of them were hacked to death and they were not caught, this nine-striped dragon is really domineering enough." β
The old man said: "The domineering I mean is not how much he hacks to death, nor how to deal with the law." On the contrary, he paid a much greater compensation than you do today for the death of eight great living people, which is why I say that he is not as smart as you. β
"And what about the domineering you say?" Fang Wuxian glanced at the pile of little fingers that had turned into bones again, and seemed to see the past and present of the Nine-Pattern Dragon.