Lin Ziyan hung up Zhang Dalum with a phone call. Condolences to subordinates!

"Huh? Yes? Yes? Lin Ziyan's mouth has never been closed. So, after it was over, she had already hung up the phone.

"Feelings, you only have three calls, right?" Zheng Xiaotian looked at Lin Ziyan.

"Something happened to Zhang Dalu. Come on! Lin Ziyan said.

Zheng Xiaotian was so flustered, and was inexplicably pulled up by Lin Ziyan.

Three towns and cities, development areas, marginal areas.

Here, there is a bungalow. These houses are all divided into the sequence of demolition. Demolition, the word has been around for decades, and has been around until now. In many people's homes, there was a bloody incident, and in many people's homes, it was a happy move. And, Zhang Dachun's family belongs to the former.

Basically, this one has been moved, and only a few of them have not moved. And, Zhang Dalum belongs to one of them.

"Come on, you can come again." Zhang Chunk drank.

In front of Zhang Dachun, there were nearly ten bastards. The other party, that is an experienced bastard, each has a gum stick in his hand. It's not enough to kill people, but the pain is definitely a rhythm that hurts you to death. Originally, the other party who had already cleaned up just now was afraid to retreat, but now, the other party slowed down and came again.

"For the last time, we are very kind to persuade you to move!" The leading bastard said at Zhang Dalum.

"Fuck off!" Zhang Dalump said.

Isn't this a death poke? Isn't he a nail household? Sort of. It's just that he is also a helpless move. In the beginning, the terms of the move are to repay you 80% of the square, and then, you have to pay for the rest of the square.

Zhang Daluan, a product of just struggle, where is the money? I haven't heard that demolition is not to repay the whole square. What kind of rhythm is this 80 percent bungalow? In the future, it will still be 80 percent, right? Demolition and demolition of your house was reclaimed by the state, right?

Zhang Dalump was nailed down like this. Subsequently, 80 percent became 75 percent, and finally, it became 40 percent now. The longer he has been in the household, the worse the conditions for repayment become. This is an attitude of the other party to resolutely resist the nail household, if you do not obey the other party, there is no need to talk about it, solve it by force.

"Up!" The man in the lead raised his hands and made a gesture.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

One by one, the figures rushed towards Zhang Dachun. The next second, completely submerged.

Although Zhang Daluan said that his martial arts were not bad, he was also a special soldier. When will the special forces be able to face a dozen or so people face to face? It's not difficult for the special forces to clean up thirty or fifty people, that's true, but that's an assassination. Got one after another. You let the special forces face to face against more than a dozen pairs of hands, and you are still in this situation where you are exhausted at first glance. This is simply impossible.

"Husband......" a pretty figure shouted at Zhang Da in the middle of the house.

"Don't scream, or I'll fight you together." A bastard pointed at the woman with a gum stick.

"Husband!" The woman, who does not believe in evil, cried out again.

"Are you not a believer? Do you think I won't hit you? The man clenched the gum stick in his right hand.

"Hit, come, what kind of impact my husband endures, I also have to bear. Come on, fight. The woman looked up and said arrogantly.

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of anyone making such a request." The bastard clenched the gum stick, and then smashed it down.

Woman, a pair of eyes staring at the gum stick. She just watched, the attack was getting closer and closer to herself, getting closer and closer. She finally closed her eyes.

After closing her eyes, the woman didn't know if time had frozen or if she had been knocked unconscious. Anyway, I didn't feel the attack on my forehead, could it be that the blow was too violent, and I hit myself directly?

"Brother, what else is there to be when the ** does not beat the rhythm of the elderly, children and women. Why, you bastard is not very competent? Even women are beaten, aren't you a little too bad? "One hand, stuck on the bastard's wrist. Now, the gum stick is only 0.01 centimeter away from the woman's forehead.

"Where did you come from?" The bastard looked at Zheng Xiaotian.

"My source is justice. I have come on behalf of justice. Zheng Xiaotian smiled.

"Brothers, there's another one here." Bastard, big drink.

Immediately, one by one, his eyes looked towards Zheng Xiaotian. They put down the work at hand that beckoned Zhang Dachunk, stood up, and slowly approached Zheng Xiaotian.

Zheng Xiaotian wanted to say, if it was said that before he crossed over, he would probably have to take a detour and bow his head when he met a bastard, and it was best not to look at the other party. Because bastards are very crooked, if you look at him and the eyes are not right, he will be in a bad mood. If you're in a bad mood, you're going to be beaten, what can you do?

Now, however, things are different. Zheng Xiaotian is strong, has combat effectiveness, and has the power to change a small society.

"Yo yo yo, this is a lot of people. It's the rhythm that envelops me. Zheng Xiaotian smacked his mouth.

"If you let go of my hand now, and then, kneel down and admit your mistake, we can not beat you. Anyway, you're not a nail household. The bastard beside Zheng Xiaotian spoke.

"You're so kind." Zheng Xiaotian looked at the bastard.

"Everyone in the road says that I am the eldest brother of benevolence and righteousness." The bastard laughed.

"Brother Renyi?" Zheng Xiaotian said with a smile: "Brother Renyi is already ready to beat women, how benevolent and righteous are you?" ”

"I am a very benevolent and righteous big brother who is not informal." Bastard Road.

"That's it!" The moment Zheng Xiaotian's words fell, a fist smashed on the cheek of this very benevolent and righteous eldest brother.

Bang, Brother Renyi, fell to the ground in response. His right hand covered his cheek where he had been attacked, and the pain swept through the nerves of his brain. The body, the pain is already in the state of the bow and the shrimp.

Bastards, stunned. In the encirclement of more than a dozen of them, the other party actually said that he would do it, without the slightest hesitation, is this an atmosphere that completely despises them? Don't talk about anything else, it's enough for a dozen people to pretend to be 13, and the other party is just one person, what is the situation?