"Lao Tzu makes you nosy! NMB, kill you!" a shrill roar came from a narrow alley. As the words fell, there was a "poof" sound of fists and feet touching the flesh.

In the dim light, a man in a cargo shirt lay on a tattered concrete floor covered with sewage, his head in his hands, his whole body shivering. The clothes on his body were no longer the color of the clothes, the sludge mixed with the blood gave the clothes a strange color, and only a small patch of light yellow could be seen at the cuffs that were close to the head.

At this time, there were five or six people standing around him. A young man in a white striped T-shirt with his hair combed back like a "God of Gamblers" is holding a ZIPPO and lighting a cigarette in his mouth. The rest of the people were all dressed in black tight-fitting short sleeves, and the intricate tattoo patterns that were faintly revealed showed their identities to some extent. In an inconspicuous corner of the wall, a woman in a professional skirt was sitting against the wall next to several cluttered garbage cans, her slender legs slightly curled. His hands clutched at the collar of his shirt, and his mouth kept whispering, "Please, stop!" The low, inaudible sound has been drowned out by the "buzzing" sound of flies busy foraging in the nearby garbage cans.

The woman's delicate face was white, and the tears in the corners of her eyes had not dried. The tears did not wash the makeup on the face, indicating that the woman was not using inferior cosmetics. Two leather bags, one large and one small, were lying together weakly, and the faint light reflected two non-dazzling lights, one gold and one silver. It was the "H" on the woman's bag and the "FASHION" metal label on the bleeding man's briefcase. The golden light seemed to despise the cheesiness of the silver light, and it seemed to mock the inadequacy of the silver light. The two rays of light flashed one after another, telling the story of a bloody hero saving the United States.

The man who fell to the ground slowly removed the arm that was protecting his head, and struggled to open his bloodied right eye. His entire left eye was cut by a lot of small, broken glassy objects. "Stop fighting," a weak voice came from the man's mouth, "stop fighting." The man wanted to beg for mercy, but there were only three words on his lips. When he really couldn't bear the fear brought by the severe pain, and the fear that I was about to die made him want to ask for mercy, there seemed to be a voice in his heart shouting angrily: "You are a gentleman, how can you beg for mercy from this kind of garbage? Do you want to let yourself live in shame and endless inferiority complex in the future? Can't beg for mercy!" But the weak body and the luck that they will stop not killing me, and then with the fear of death, he can't raise the slightest idea of resisting.

"NMB, don't beg me to fight like this! Lao Tzu has seen a lot of tough guys, although you are not counted, but you like this make me very unhappy!" said the young man with his back as he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand in a chic gesture, turned around, and winked at the bald head of one of the several men in black standing straight behind him. The bald man took out a baseball bat from the black off-road vehicle parked next to him, and bent down respectfully to hand it to the young man.

The man on the back took the baseball bat, and only then did the man who fell to the ground look at the bald man to the object in the man's hand. The man gasped, "But...... This is to kill me! Look at their indifferent expressions and their complete disregard for the passers-by who will appear at any time and the merchants who have not yet closed their doors, this is not the first time they have done such a thing, they are not ordinary ruffians, they must have done something more vicious than this.

"Am I going to die? Yes, they're going to kill me! I don't want to die! I can't die!" all sorts of thoughts flashed through the man's mind. For a moment, the man's mind was never clear, he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and a strong desire to survive occupied every part of his mind at this time. All luck and fear were shattered by the desire to survive.

The man moved his legs slightly, and the pain came, but he could still move. He sat up with his hands on the ground, squinting his right eye, focusing all eyes on the right hand of the man on his back. As the man on the back shook his right arm handsomely, the metallic baseball bat slammed down, and in an instant, the man who fell to the ground used all the strength accumulated in his body, endured the severe pain of broken bones, kicked the ground with his right foot, and the potential of his whole body was stimulated, and he instantly rushed towards the man on his back. At the moment when the man on the back was stunned, a sharp object had already pierced into his thigh.

"Ahh "Hey, sure enough, the calf bone has been broken, or it wouldn't have been his leg that had been pierced. If I can stand up, the raid just now can hold him hostage, then ......." Before this thought could flash through his mind, with a woman's scream, suddenly there was a sharp pain in his head, and then, he didn't know anything.

The angry man on his back endured the pain in his legs, picked up the baseball bat in his hand, and hit the man who had fallen at his feet and didn't know whether he was alive or dead. At first, the beaten man's body twitched a little as the stick fell, but in the end he was motionless. "I'm CNM, dare to pierce Lao Tzu. I'm CNM!" The man on the back didn't say anything else in a hurry, just repeated the scolding.

The siren gradually sounded in the distance, "Second Young Master, it's time to go!" A subordinate had already picked up the young woman who had fallen unconscious at some point, and turned his head and said. The man with his back spat hard at the man at his feet, covered the wound on his leg with his right hand, and disappeared at the end of the alley with the support of the bald head.

"Sting", with the sound of a roller shutter, a head cautiously stretched out from an adult product store, quickly turned twice and looked left and right, and saw that there was no one, so he staggered towards the man who fell to the ground.

This is a young man with some disabilities, and polio prevents him from quickly approaching the man who has fallen to the ground. "Wake up, wake up", he tried his snort with his hand, which was very faint. The young man looked up at the half-open window on the opposite floor, where a figure cowered and peeked down. "Lao Wang, call an ambulance, my phone is charging in the store, it's turned off!" the guy shouted to the window.

The old Wang upstairs was startled when he heard the shouting, but he quickly turned around and was about to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside. "Don't be nosy! Don't you think we don't have enough trouble?!" With a woman's low shout, Lao Wang's outstretched hand retracted again. "Hey!" said the old king, who sat down against the head of the bed. "I can't live my life anymore, so I don't hurry up and find a way, and I have to take care of other people's affairs. Whitch!" The woman covered her head with the quilt and sobbed in a low voice. Lao Wang was about to comfort his wife for a few words, when a young man's voice came downstairs, "Lao Wang, everyone is dying, did you call?" Lao Wang glanced at his wife's position, gritted his teeth, quickly picked up the phone and dialed the emergency center, stumbled to report the situation and address, hung up the phone and got into the bed. The woman next to her also stopped sobbing, and everything was quiet again.

There was a faint sound of "pop, click, click, click" downstairs, and it was a young man who was eager to go back to the store and call an ambulance with his mobile phone.