At half past eight, the long street was sparsely populated.

Under the dim street lamp, Zhou Xianbai was alone, holding a large envelope in his hand, and his shadow was stretched out.

The security in this area is very poor, so after dark, almost no one goes out, and as far as the eye can see, there are only two or three lonely figures.

A moment later.

"It's here. ”

Zhou Xianbai raised his head and saw a huge signboard with neon lights flashing in front of him - Chaoren Nightclub.

This is the gathering place of the bastards in the neighborhood, and the notoriety is so bad that everyone in the neighborhood knows about it.

Zhou Xianbai was expressionless, took the big envelope into his arms, zipped up his school uniform, and then walked over.

"Huh?"

The two gatekeepers who were smoking and chatting suddenly noticed Zhou Xianbai approaching:

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Zhou Xianbai is wearing a school uniform, which is too conspicuous.

"I'm here to redeem people, my father's name is Zhou Shihai, and he runs a commissary on Hanguang Road. ”

The two bastards were slightly stunned, then looked at each other and laughed:

"So you're the son of that old fool?"

One of them glanced Zhou Xianbai up and down, saw the blood stains on his face and the tattered sneakers, and laughed:

"What's the matter? You still lose a fight with someone? This little ability comes to ransom people, and you are not small?"

Zhou Xianbai was not angry, and his face did not change:

"Didn't you want me to bring money over and ransom people? Now that I'm here, what about my father?"

The man on the left glanced at him, opened the door behind him, and walked in first:

"Come in with me!"

Zhou Xianbai followed him, walked through the long corridors and steps, and reached the basement floor:

"Boom!"

The deafening low drum beat, the screams and screams of men and women, and all kinds of noisy sounds are mixed together, and in the colorful light of the spotlights, there is a sense of confusion and reversal.

The whole hall was dimly lit, and there was a high platform of twenty or thirty meters in the center, on which dozens of men and women were shaking their heads and immersing themselves.

Zhou Xianbai turned a blind eye to all this and silently followed behind the bastard.

Two minutes later, in a secluded corridor, Zhou Xianbai was searched, and the bastard led him to a door.

"Brother Biao! The son of the commissary owner has arrived, and he has come to ransom people!"

"Come in!"

A deep man's voice came from behind the door.

With a "click", the bastard twisted the doorknob and walked into the door, and Zhou Xianbai followed behind him.

Behind the door, there was a lavishly decorated office, and behind the black desk, a man with a big and three thick face turned his gaze.

"The son of that old fool surnamed Zhou?"

He glanced at Zhou Xianbai, "Where's the money?"

Zhou Xianbai's face did not change: "What about my father, should I always be allowed to meet, right?"

The stout middle-aged man laughed, and didn't bother to say anything more to Zhou Xianbai, so he ordered:

"Go, get that old fool here!"

A moment later.

Two bastards dressed in black brought a man over:

"Brother Biao, the people have brought it!"

Zhou Xianbai finally met his father.

His somewhat blessed face was covered with bruises, the corners of his mouth were bloodstained, and his left eye was black and swollen, and he couldn't open it.

The arm of the left arm, dangling at the side of the body, twisted strangely, was clearly broken.

"Dad!"

When Zhou Xianbai saw this, his nose was sour, and he couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart anymore, so he rushed over and helped Zhou Shihai.

"Xiaobai, you ...... Why are you here......"

Zhou Shihai barely saw Zhou Xianbai's face clearly, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he said in a low voice:

"It's all Dad useless, it's all Dad Useless......"

"That's it!"

At this time, an apulsive voice interrupted the conversation between the two:

"You have to stage the deep love between father and son, cry and cry, get outside and act!"

"Now, give me the money, or you'll have to enjoy the same treatment as your son!"

Zhou Xianbai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger and murderous intent in his heart, opened the zipper with a calm face, and took out the envelope in his arms:

"20,000 yuan, a lot. ”

He placed the large envelope on the black desk:

"Now we can go, right?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the envelope, didn't bother to open it at all, and said with a smile:

"Of course you can go, but I said ugly things ahead, this is just ransom money, the cleaning fee of 12,000 yuan, I still have to pay it back!"

For him, 20,000 yuan is nothing at all, and the reason why he arrested people and smashed stores was just to set a model and set an example for him.

Zhou Shihai trembled, obviously enduring the pain, and when he heard this, his face changed:

"You...... You ......"

"Alright, Dad!"

Zhou Xianbai took a deep breath and lowered his eyelids slightly, lest the cold light of his eyes be discovered:

"Okay, we promise you, I will definitely pay this money when I go back. ”

"Hahaha......"

The stout Brother Biao laughed, his eyes full of banter:

"Look at it, this old fool has a lot of brains, but his son knows the times very well. If you know this, why should you suffer in vain? ”

"Hahahaha......"

The rest of the bastards in the room also laughed, looking at Zhou Xianbai's father and son's eyes, full of disdain and mockery.

After laughing, Brother Biao waved his hand and said impatiently:

"Let them fuck off!"

Zhou Xianbai didn't speak, helped his father, turned around and walked out of the nightclub step by step.

............

An hour later, the Second People's Hospital of CA District.

In the ward, Zhou Shihai had already fallen asleep, Zhou Xianbai looked at the checklist in his hand, and his face was gloomy:

"Left arm fracture, three broken ribs, scapula bone fracture, extensive soft tissue contusion all over the body, bruise in the left eye, minor concussion......"

This series of nouns made his eyes gloomy every time he read one.

In the dantian, the dark green Mori Rong axe seemed to feel his emotions, vibrating slightly, and a cold light flickered.

"Click!"

Suddenly, the door of the ward was opened, and it was Fang Xiaocui, who received Zhou Xianbai's call, who hurried over.

As soon as she saw Zhou Shihai who was asleep on the hospital bed, tears flowed silently, wiped the corners of her eyes with her cuffs, and said in a low voice:

"It's good if people are rescued, it's good if they are rescued......"

Zhou Xianbai on the side squinted his eyes slightly.

It's not enough to save people.

"Some people, they have to pay the price!"

"And it's a price he won't forget for the rest of his life!"