The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his amber eyes flickered.

At that moment, he seemed to see a light.

He didn't think about whether it would belong to him in the next second.

I was just moved by the beauty that came suddenly.

……

Psychedelic bar.

Zhang Changliang was in the private room with the beautiful woman last time, and at the most critical moment, he only heard a few bangs, and the two black-clothed men guarding the door were thrown in from outside.

"Which one of the hell doesn't want to die, rushing to spread wild in Lao Tzu's field?" Zhang Changliang was interrupted when he was in the middle of the day, and his nose was crooked in anger, and he lifted his pants and scolded.

Halfway through his trousers, a tall, thin man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist walked in through the door. The man had fiery red hair, and glanced at Zhang Changliang on the ground with eyes overlooking the ants.

Fiddling with a small piece of yellow clay in his hand, he pinched out a small yellow duck.

"Pretend to be B with Lao Tzu! Look for death! Zhang Changliang was completely enraged by the red-haired man's contempt, and he rushed over with a wine bottle.

The man in red continued to pinch the clay, without raising his eyes.

I saw a kick raised, and there was a dull sound, and Zhang Changliang was kicked out and fell to the ground hard. The movements are as fast as the wind, and they are ruthless and accurate.

Zhang Changliang's throat was sweet, his mouth spat blood, and several ribs were broken.

A black-and-white all-you-can-eat boss, the godson of the boss of Jiangbei Hongmen, was hanged and beaten in his own field!

The other party's origin should not be underestimated.

Zhang Changliang's legs were weak, but there were dozens of his younger brothers in the whole bar, all of whom were elites who could fight and resist, and a few of them still carried guns, and they were killed so quickly?

"Take it away!" The red-haired man's voice seemed to come from hell.

The two big men standing behind the red-haired man opened a hemp bag and covered Zhang Changliang.

Zhang Changliang's eyes were dark, the mouth of the sack had been pierced, he kicked around inside the sack, and shouted in horror: "You! Where are you taking me? ”

Before he finished speaking, he only felt that his body was light, as if he had been lifted up, and then with a "bang", he was thrown into a box similar to metal.

He screamed in fear, but no one answered him, and after a long time, no one answered him.

Zhang Changliang had a chill down his spine, and he was locked in a soundproof box.

As the box rose and fell, he speculated that he was being carried in a certain direction, walked for a while, stopped suddenly, listened for about a minute, and began to walk again, walking for about three minutes, the bottom of the box was hit, and his bones were scattered.

At this time, the box is not moving, it must have been put into the car.

After all, Zhang Changliang is a big man, and after the fear, he began to think about the reasons and countermeasures. After thinking about it, he didn't expect to offend someone recently, in the past few years, he planned to wash his hands in a golden basin, and he restrained a lot, even last time his brother-in-law vulture was taken to the nest by the eldest son of the Lin company for some reason, tortured half to death and sent to prison, he didn't intervene.

Thinking of Lin Zhenxuan, Zhang Changliang's throat was dry, and he had an ominous premonition.

……

Half an hour later, the box began to shake again.

Zhang Changliang knew that this had arrived, and the time to come would come soon.

His heart rose to his throat, and the scene of seeing the vulture that day appeared in front of him, an arrogant and ruthless gang boss, who was tortured with every piece of good meat on his body, and the only bit of hair left around his head was torn off in pieces.

Nose bone, brow bone, chin ......

It's all broken!