The scorpion sat gloomily in a wheelchair.

His leg was not broken, but his hands were useless and his balance was not good. The slightest bump can lead to a fall.

Looking at the gauze bandaged on his arms, his heart devoured by hatred was even more unscrupulously overflowing with monstrous killing intent.

The hall was brightly lit, and more than twenty subordinates stood beside him. This voter is all his henchmen, sworn to follow his men to the death.

Ever since his arms were gone, the scorpion has been very insecure. A group of people are needed to follow you all the time.

Doctors have said that the best recovery from a wound is simply the ability to perform simple activities with both arms - such as eating with a spoon, such as holding a small wine glass and getting drunk.

Even a little more complicated action is difficult to complete.

He became a waste, a complete waste.

And the man who made him a waste man was the young, but ruthless Lin Ze!

On the day he was returned, he swore to himself. As long as there is one breath left, I will fight Lin Ze to the end!

Qiao Ba had already given up on him, giving up the three regional big brothers in the North District.

As Qiao Ba said, a few wasted people, what else is worth investing in?

The scorpion, whose soul was completely blinded by hatred, has lived tenaciously until now, just wanting revenge, and also wanting to prove it to Qiao Ba, who has no eyes. Even if you are a waste, you can do earth-shattering things!

He lifted his aching arms and picked up the wine glass, pouring a spicy glass of white wine into his mouth. A long puff of turbid air.

"Boss, it's not good!"

Just as the scorpion was in an endless state of irritability and anger, a pale-faced man stumbled through the door. He is also one of the Scorpion's henchmen, but at this moment, he is a little worried about the boss.

"Panic, what's the matter?" The scorpion frowned slightly and asked disapprehensively.

"Xie is locked." The little brother swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously and continued. "Dulong is also dead."

"What?" The scorpion asked in disbelief, frightened. "When? Who did it? ”

"I—I don't know." The younger brother wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and explained. "Both bosses died in their homes and were said to have been cut to a bloody screech."

Bang dang!

The glass fell from between his trembling arms, and a haze flashed across the scorpion's face. But immediately, he gritted his teeth and sneered: "Go, gather the brothers, contact the other two people, and act tonight!" ”

"Yes!"

As soon as the little brother turned around, and was about to go out, he suddenly stopped.

The chill in his throat was raging, and he strangely touched the chill in his throat. When I picked it up, it was actually red blood!

He panicked.

He didn't know why blood was pouring from his throat. However, before his question could be explained, he felt that even breathing became difficult.

Gradually, his hands could not be raised, and he was unable to cover his throat with a bright red, and his legs could not support his heavy body, and he slowly fell to his knees.

The scorpion caught a glimpse of this scene and shouted, "What's the matter? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, two men paced outside the door. One man is handsome and feminine, the other is rough and violent.

The two were none other than the priest and the butcher.

As the priest stepped on the threshold, he reached out and pulled out the knife that had been plunged into the younger brother's throat. Letting the blood flow from the knife, he walked coldly and arrogantly to the table where the scorpion was sitting.

"It's not a big deal." The priest said lightly. "It's just that you can't drink anymore and play with women in the future."

The scorpion frowned and sneered, "With the two of you? ”

"That's enough." The priest laughed.

"You're the Scarred Man?" The scorpion's eyes were full of indifference.

"You can think so." The priest said, with a blank look on his face. "But I'd prefer you to call us Knives."

"The knife will—" There was an awe-inspiring look on the scorpion's grim face, and then, with a twist of his heart, roared. "Chop them up and get a million!"

When the twenty-odd younger brothers heard this, they immediately pounced on the priest and the butcher as if they had been beaten with blood.

Seeing this, the priest slammed his foot and closed the door.

Don't let anyone want to leave this door tonight!

――――

"Beast, your craft has regressed tonight, the poached egg is actually medium-rare, where is the nutrition?" Han Xiaoyi said in a coquettish voice. "Did you deliberately let Miss Ben eat it and not digest it?"

"What is this?" Lin Ze smoked a cigarette in disinterest, changed the TV channel, and glanced at Han Xiaoyi, who was nesting next to him, but his white legs were very restless, and said sarcastically. "It's better to be familiar than someone doesn't."

When Han Xiaoyi heard this, he immediately became furious and said, "Are you sarcastic about Miss Ben?" She scolded angrily. Miss Ben is about to break through the B cup! ”

"Quick?" Lin Ze's dark eyes were full of banter, and he teased. "So not yet?"

"You-" Han Xiaoyi was angry, twisted his arm hard, and said dissatisfied. "It's good to hit people and not slap them in the face."

"Is it okay to spank?" Lin Ze aimed at Miss Han's curvy and seductive little ass very obscenely, and it was really getting more and more attractive. If there is an afterlife, I would like to make a sofa cushion -

"Lewd man!" Han Xiaoyi snorted, put the plate back in the kitchen, took a bottle of green tea and a bottle of Red Bull, and twisted the green tea by himself, while Red Bull handed it to Lin Ze.

"Those two men just now are your former little brothers, right?" Han Xiaoyi tilted her head and asked.

"What's wrong?" Lin Ze asked perfunctorily.

"Not really, but I'm curious that they're a few years older than you, and they'd listen to you as a twenty-year-old kid. I don't think you have a lot of charisma. Han Xiaoyi said with a grin.

"Fauber is also older than your old man." Lin Ze asked rhetorically. "Are you suggesting to me that your daddy doesn't have charisma?"

"Sharp teeth!" Han Xiaoyi pouted. "Sooner or later, a little bit will tear your mouth."

"Ding Ding—"

Lin Ze was about to fight back sooner or later when he opened your ass a little when the phone rang.

"There is a lot of good wine here in Scorpions, and there are several kinds of strong surnames." The priest's leisurely voice came.

"Take it all." Lin Ze said with a smile. "You're welcome?"

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, the priest glanced at the scorpion boy lying in the hall, and looked no further. Turned around and sat opposite the scorpion who was held by the butcher's knife, twisted open a bottle of Wuliangye and poured two sips, stilted Erlang's leg to light a cigarette, and said with a slight chill: "Originally, you didn't have to die." Brother Xiaolin has already let you go. ”

"Hmph, the winner is the king, and the loser is Kou. I scorpion came out and mixed up with the expectation that there would be today. "The scorpion is quite arrogant and unwilling." It's a pity that I didn't fight a fair battle with Lin Ze. ”

"Really?" The priest got up with a cigarette in his mouth, played with the knife in his hand, moved it in two steps, and teased. "What is fairness?"

"At least—flutter!"

The priest didn't let him continue, and as he spat out two words, a sharp knife stabbed him in the throat.

Fair?

Priests don't like to be preached, and they don't like to be preached. I don't even have the time to discuss what fairness is with a dead man.

"Let's go." The priest wiped the blood from the knife and said to the butcher. "The boss cooked a pot of dog meat hot pot. This should be enough for us to drink all night. The priest pointed to the ten bottles of high-strength liquor that were all on the table.

"Let's go." A hearty smile appeared on the butcher's face.

One is feminine but extremely smart, and the other is honest but murderous. With such two characters, apart from Lin Ze, who has the ability to subdue? Except for Lin Ze, who has the ability to make them willing to die?

――――

"Tsk, you will really enjoy it, eat dog meat hot pot at night, beware of burning yourself!" Han Xiaoyi said sarcastically.

Lin Ze, who was trying the taste, raised his head slightly, glanced at Han Xiaoyi's fashionable and youthful delicate body evilly, and said obscenely: "There is a tender and delicious soft girl in this villa, what are you afraid of?" ”

"Hooligans." Han Xiaoyi covered his chest with both hands and said angrily. "Beware of the old lady kicking your balls."

"What are you so excited about?" Lin Ze pointed to the poster of 'Ray Di Gaga' behind Han Xiaoyi, and said unhappily. "Miss Han, you're not so stingy, are you? It's just a poster, and it's all reluctant? ”

“――”

Han Xiaoyi's face was red, and he said in a broken voice: "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." "Hurry upstairs and take a shower.

When the time pointed to three o'clock in the morning, the priest butcher came belatedly, carrying a bag of liquor, sitting next to the hot pot in the living room, breaking a bottle of wine and drinking dog meat.

After coming back for so long, Lin Ze didn't have a good drink with them. Today's opportunity is good, the environment is good, and the mood is good, just drink with these two brothers who have followed him for several years.

None of the three said anything, smoking, drinking, and eating dog meat. The atmosphere was very indifferent, even a little depressing.

Do men like them need too many words to vent their emotions?

The butcher doesn't need it, the priest doesn't need it, and Lin Ze doesn't need it.

There is only a limit of three bottles of wine for one person, and they don't drink it quickly, but after a while, the three of them will chat a few words. He doesn't talk much, but he is concise enough and his words are sharp.

Han Xiaoyi took a shower and changed into pajamas, and lay in bed until four o'clock in the morning, but found that she couldn't sleep.

Is it because the beasts make me such a simple supper, but I eat the dog meat hot pot that is a big supplement?

No—I'm going to eat a piece too. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep.

Han Xiaoyi hurried downstairs, came to Lin Ze with the fragrance after bathing, snatched his chopsticks, picked up a piece of hot dog meat and put it in his mouth, and ate it happily.

"Oops, it's spicy to me." Han Xiaoyi picked up the liquor casually, and poured half a cup of boiled water in one gulp.

Flutter -

A mouthful of liquor was sprayed on Lin Ze's face, and Han Xiaoyi shouted wildly: "Choke the old lady!" ”

"Haha-" When the priest and the butcher saw Lin Ze's aggrieved appearance, they couldn't help but laugh wildly.

The cold wind howled outside, and the warmth inside the house hit people. Sketch a picture of affection.

~~

Chapter 5 is sent. All the data is not powerful, not powerful, and it seriously hits the power of the outbreak of fat~