Mu Zijie drove straight to Pang Zhuang.

"Crunch!"

The car was directly stacked on the two large cement piers in Pangzhuang, and the golden cups from the army were also thrown on the side of the road.

Mu Zijie smoked a cigarette in the car, got out of the car and took out a sawn five-L hair from under the spare tire, and carried it in his hand.

"My car is here today, there is one less screw, I will step on the horse to deal with you!" Mu Zijie looked at the old man and the old lady coldly, and shouted.

The old man and the old lady at the entrance of the village stared at the five-L hair in Mu Zijie's hand and didn't squeak.

"Who are you scaring with a toy gun?!" At the entrance of the village, a young man who participated in the battle got up, saw that Mu Zijie was not very old, squinted at Mu Zijie, and drank.

"Hehe......" Mu Zijie sneered, picked up the five-L hair in his hand, and pulled the trigger towards the young man without aiming.

"Kang!"

The young man never thought that Mu Zijie would dare to collapse when he raised his hand, and hurriedly touched his body to see if there were any holes.

The sawed five-L rounds hurt a lot at close range, but Mu Zijie was nearly ten meters away from the young man, and this shot did not cause substantial damage to the young man, but it scared the young man.

"Where does the kid who took the lead live today, take me there!" Mu Zijie flicked the bolt of the gun and asked the young man.

"I ...... I do not know! "The young man made a last resistance, but it sounded like he was not confident.

"Hehe......" Mu Zijie had already walked up to the young man as he spoke, the muzzle of the gun was against the young man's head, and he said coldly, "This time the distance is so close, you won't miss it." ”

"......" The young man's legs and stomach couldn't help but tremble, but he didn't say anything.

"You take me there, it's none of your business!" Mu Zijie hit the young man's head twice with the muzzle of the gun, tilted his head and said.

"Really?!" The young man asked through gritted teeth.

"Truer than your mother!" Mu Zijie grabbed the young man's neck and motioned for the young man to lead the way.

After about three minutes, the young man took Mu Zijie to a private house.

"This is it!" The young man raised his hand and pointed to the house, his voice trembling slightly.

"......" Mu Zijie loosened the collar of the young man's neck, kicked the door open, and stepped in.

Mu Zijie turned the house upside down, but he didn't find the young man who took the lead.

"You didn't lie to me?!" Mu Zijie frowned, put the muzzle of the gun on the young man's head, and shouted fiercely.

"I brought you here, what are you lying to?!" The young man gritted his teeth and replied.

"......" Mu Zijie pondered for a moment, put down the five L, and said, "I will come again, let him get ready!" ”

The young man looked at the back of Mu Zijie leaving, his back was already wet with cold sweat, and he stepped into the private house to see the young man who took the lead.

Mu Zijie threw the five-L hair under the spare tire again and drove back to the hospital.

By the time Mu Zijie arrived at the hospital, it was already around seven o'clock.

"Zijie!" Qiao Jian saw Mu Zijie coming in and shouted.

"Why are you here?!" Mu Zijie asked curiously.

"Brother Ming is afraid that something will happen to you, let me take a look." Qiao Jian replied.

"It's okay, I didn't catch anyone." Mu Zijie replied with a wry smile.

"Zhenhua has entered the intensive care unit, and the doctor said that there will be no major incident tonight." Qiao Jian was relieved when he heard this.

"I'll go see him!" Mu Zijie said and walked towards the intensive care unit.

"Give me the key, I'll drive away your car first!" Qiao Jian stretched out his hand and asked Mu Zijie for the car keys.

"Under the spare tire, you can take it!" When Mu Zijie heard this, he smiled and handed the car keys to Qiao Jian.

"Eh......" Qiao Jian glanced at Mu Zijie who was walking towards the intensive care unit, and couldn't help but sigh.

Mu Zijie looked at me outside the intensive care room, his eyes couldn't help but tear up, and he muttered, "Why did you get into the sand?!" . ”

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, Ziwen was renovated.

"This contract was signed quite smoothly!" Xie Ziwen looked at Brother Zhu who was looking through the contract, and said with a peach blossom on his face.

"Yours is yours!" Brother Zhu put the contract on the table and praised Xie Ziwen with a thumbs up.

"Haha, after all, they are all flat-headed people, and they are afraid of lawsuits!" Xie Ziwen put the cigar in his mouth and said proudly.

"But it's a pity for that kid." When Brother Zhu heard this, he shrugged his shoulders and replied.

"After raising it for so long, you should always get something back!" Xie Ziwen replied with a smile.

"That kid doesn't know, right?!" Brother Zhu still asked with some unease.

"Now that he sells it, he has to count the money for me, and he goes to the army to do things, can he really let him do things?!" Xie Ziwen got up and came to the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the cars coming and going.

"That's good, it can still be used later!" Brother Zhu picked up the apple on the table and ate it.

"Bang!"

As soon as the conversation between the two ended, the office door was kicked by Mu Zijie.

"Zijie, what are you doing?!" Xie Ziwen turned his head and saw Mu Zijie coming in, he couldn't help frowning lightly and scolded.

"That's fast?! Brother Wen! Mu Zijie lifted the seam of his trousers, sat beside Brother Zhu, squinted at Xie Ziwen and said.

"Zijie, what do you mean by this, I don't understand!" When Xie Ziwen heard this, he chuckled in his heart and asked rhetorically.

"Brother Zhu, tell me about it!" Mu Zijie patted Brother Zhu's thigh and said coldly.

"Zijie, I don't understand what you're talking about." Brother Zhu naturally knew Mu Zijie, and replied with a smile.

"Are apples delicious?!" Mu Zijie didn't care about Brother Zhu's answer, and asked ambiguously.

"......" Brother Zhu was stunned by Mu Zijie's question, and replied with a smile, "It's not bad, you can taste it!" ”

"Have you ever eaten a blood apple?!" Mu Zijie looked at Brother Zhu with a smile on his face and asked.

"Mu Zijie, what do you mean?! Here's my company! Xie Ziwen sensed that Mu Zijie's state was wrong, and said coldly.

"Cao Nima's, have you ever eaten a blood apple?!" Mu Zijie grabbed Brother Zhu's neck violently, put the big circlip in his hand against Brother Zhu's stomach, gritted his teeth and asked.

"Zijie, what do you mean?!" Brother Zhu was beating a drum in his heart, not daring to provoke Mu Zijie, who was afraid of giving himself a knife.

"Poof!"

Mu Zijie pinched the blade, handed the big circlip in his hand forward, and plunged into Brother Zhu's stomach.

"Have you ever eaten a blood apple?!" Mu Zijie narrowed his eyes and asked again.

"No, I haven't eaten it." Brother Zhu was sweating in pain, after all, Brother Zhu was doing serious business, and he replied tremblingly.

"Mu Zijie, I gave you face, didn't I?!" Seeing this, Xie Ziwen wanted to step forward and shouted loudly.

"Brother Wen, if you take a step forward, I won't pinch the blade." Mu Zijie didn't look at Xie Ziwen, and spoke coldly.

Xie Ziwen didn't dare to move when he heard this.

"Mu Zijie!" When the army heard this, they roared angrily.

"Then I'll let you taste the blood apple!" Mu Zijie said, stabbed Brother Zhu in the thigh again, then picked up an apple and rolled it on the blood, and handed it to Brother Zhu.

"Eat!" Mu Zijie shouted coldly.

"Click!"

Brother Zhu took a bite of the bloody apple with tears, Mu Zijie reached out and patted Brother Zhu's cheek, nodded with satisfaction, and got up to leave.

"Get away, it's the same rank as me?!" Mu Zijie didn't give the army any face, and the bloody big circlip slapped the army's cheeks and spoke disdainfully.

The "......" army gritted its teeth and did not squeak.

"Brother Wen, I can leave Yixi, but you must fall!" When Mu Zijie walked to the door, he suddenly stopped, tilted his head slightly, and dropped a sentence.

"Damn, who are you scaring about?!" Xie Ziwen was scolded by Mu Zijie's ugly face.

"Dajun, send Brother Zhu to the hospital quickly!" Xie Ziwen beckoned the army to support this Brother Zhu and walked quickly downstairs.