Mao Wenliang got up from the kang, and his head was dizzy again.

"Don't move, I'll go, I'll go." Cao Mingzhu said.

"His eldest brother, if you have anything to say, it's easy to say." Cao Mingzhu begged.

"Well said you Malegobi." Jin Wangui grabbed Cao Mingzhu's hair and dragged him directly outside.

"Smash me." Jin Wangui sued his subordinates.

Mao Wenliang came out of the room with an extra kitchen knife in his hand.

He can no longer tolerate this bastard to rush his family again, he wants to fight for his wife and children, even if he goes to jail himself.

Lying in Nima, Mao Wenliang used all his strength to slash Jin Wangui.

Before Mao Wenliang could reach Jin Wangui, he felt a blow on his head.

Mao Wenliang fell on his back all of a sudden.

"Dad." Cao Mingzhu struggled desperately.

Mao 18 leaned on the bus and fell asleep, and woke up one by one to enter the village.

"Stop at the supermarket in front." Mao 18 and the driver said.

The driver stopped the car and said goodbye to Mao 18.

Mao Eighteen smiled, waved his hand and left.

The village has changed, and many houses have been built in beautiful new houses, and some have even lived in small buildings.

Mao Shibai looked at the dilapidated house at home from afar, and he didn't know what it was like.

Mao 18 was carrying a large bag, his steps were heavy, and a person rode a tricycle past Mao 18.

"Hey, isn't that Mao Eighteen." The old eight, who sells meat, thought to himself, isn't it a dry one.

Back at home, the eighth child told his daughter Xiaoqin that Mao Eighteen was back, maybe he was raised, and it was almost over, it didn't matter if there was a bride price or not, as long as he became a relative. In the future, it's not about having what you want.

Mao 18 lowered his head and walked forward, he didn't know how to tell his family.

"Yo, isn't this eighteen, go home to visit relatives." It's the willow god of the village.

Ah, Mao 18 nodded. Keep going.

"Nyima, today I will let you suffer for my son." Mao 18 heard Jin Wangui's scolding voice at the gate.

The mother was lying on the ground, her clothes showing her belly.

Jin Wangui grabbed his mother's hair and slammed it against the wall.

Grass and mud horses, dare to touch my family.

Mao Eighteen's eyes were red. A scissor hand knocked Jin Wangui unconscious.

"Damn, the village chief has been beaten." The person who was still smashing things rushed over to Mao Eighteen.

In the face of these people, do you still need to be polite.

The first one to come up must have regretted it very much. There was no doubt about it, and he felt that his ribs might be broken.

Mao used his fists and feet at the same time, and more than a dozen people fell down in an instant.

Jin Wangui woke up at this time.

looked at Mao Eighteen in horror, Mao Eighteen came over, grabbed his hair, and slammed it against the wall. Jin Wangui feels that there are a lot of stars in the sky.

Blood flowed from his forehead, Jin Wangui didn't believe that Mao Shibai dared to hit him, scolded, and scolded.

Mao Eighteen fixed a wolf's tooth dagger at his throat.

Jin Wangui felt the threat of death.

"You dare to ......" Jin Wangui is still strong.

"Eighteen, don't you dare." It was the mother's cry.

"Nyima's." Mao Shibayi knocked Jin Wangui over with his mouth, and said: "Disappear quickly, I will go to you tomorrow, go to your house to find you, this matter is not over."

Jin Wangui took people and left. I was very worried.

If Mao 18 really did it, it would be an officer, and he beat the family members of the soldiers, oops......

"Mom, what's going on?" Mao 18 helped his mother into the house.

"Your brother let the police station arrest him, you hurry up and get him out." Mother said.

Mao 18 didn't ask what the reason was, because he believed that his younger brother would not cause trouble, and he must have had to do something if something happened.

The children of the common people generally do not cause trouble, because he knows that he does not have a father who can make things happen to him.

Mao Shibai glanced at his father lying on the kang, and was a little angry in his heart, and said in his heart, how could his father be so cowardly, his wife let the family beat him, and he was able to turn a blind eye.

"Old man, why do you think you are fighting with them?" Cao Mingzhu hugged Mao Wenliang.

"It's all useless." Mao Wenliang's eyes were full of tears.

Mao 18 came over to check on his father's condition, but fortunately, nothing serious. The poor always have a big life.

"You wait, I'll go to the police station." After Mao 18 finished speaking, he walked outside.

"You get on the bike." Mother shouted.

Mao 18 pushed the rusty permanent car out of the house and onto the road.

It was the first time for Xiao Jiu to come to this kind of place, after all, he was young, and he was so scared that he cried vigorously.

Xiao Jiu doesn't know if he will be able to go out in the future, whether he will have to spend many years here in the future, whether he is finished, and whether his dream of going to college is lost in this life.

"Crying Nima's something. I knew what I was doing now. ”

The director kicked Xiao Jiu.

When he arrived at the police station, Mao 18 threw the bicycle on the ground and walked directly inside.

"What the fuck are you doing?" An assistant came over and wanted to stop Mao Eighteen.

"Where is Xiao Jiu?" Mao asked.

"Who are you?" The man asked.

"I'm his brother." Mao 18 said.

"No visits." The man was right.

"Fuck you." Mao Eighteen came up with a kick. Xieqin fell directly to the ground.

"Assault on the police." Someone shouted like a pig.

There were a few people coming out of different rooms. The electric baton in his hand flashed with sparks.

Mao Eighteen kept walking forward, and kept looking at both sides.

"Stop." Someone shouted.

"Little Jiu. Little Nine. Mao 18 shouted desperately.

One by one, the doors were kicked open.

"Brother, I'm here." Xiao Jiu didn't know if he was hallucinating.

"Don't be afraid, brother is here." Mao Eighteen kicked the door open.

"Brother." Xiao Jiu cried and shouted, with handcuffs on his hands.

"Who the fuck are you, what do you think this place is." It was Director Wang's voice.

"You beat him, you tortured him?"

Mao 18 looked at the director and asked.

"Yes......" Before the director finished speaking, he felt a hot pain on his face.

The director felt his neck choke, and he kept slapping his face.

He came out of a regular police academy, but in the face of this person, he didn't have the slightest power to fight back.

Ten mouths later, blood flowed from the director's face.

Someone sneaked up on Mao 18 behind, Mao 18 knew, but didn't move.

The rubber stick slammed against his body.

Mao 18 looked back at the man and punched him in the face.

The jaw dropped, and the saliva flowed.

The person next to him looked at Mao Eighteen in fear, and said in his heart, is this a fucking human.