The two little brothers who followed him were not much better, their heads were also bandaged, and the left and right layers were entangled, especially the guy walking on Song Biao's left, not only was his head injured and bleeding, his left arm was fractured and put in a plaster, and he walked with a limp.

He followed behind Song Biao's buttocks, his body was tired, the pain of the wound had not yet dissipated, and he said as he walked: "Brother Biao, you have to avenge us!"

Song Biao's face sank, and he scolded angrily: "Less fucking crooked, I don't know if I'm going to take revenge?

The three of them spoke in foul language, and after a while they entered a small alley on the side of the street.

There is a stone plaque at the entrance of the alley with three words written on it - "Happiness Lane".

"Don't worry, get down to business and then go to that kid to take revenge!" Song Biao ordered, took the two younger brothers, walked through the alley, rushed to a dilapidated iron gate, and went in directly without hesitation.

This is Happiness Lane, and the residents of the nearby area who have been demolished are now living in dilapidated residential buildings inside the iron gate.

"Paralyzed, these old immortals, ask them to sign, they just won't, fuck it!Come on, you two hurry up and take out the documents, hurry up!" Song Biao instigated viciously.

The two younger brothers have been prepared for a long time, they have been with Song Biao for a few years, so naturally everything is based on Song Biao, and he will do whatever he asks.

Now Song Biao is the director of a demolition team of the "Bright Country" real estate development project, and the two followers call him Brother Biao, while some of the people who came out of the residential building are shouting "Director Song" and "Director Song", which makes him extremely proud and full of a sense of achievement.

He was holding a few documents, which were naturally signed for the demolition households, more than a dozen households, and more than half of the households had not been completed so far.

On the first floor of this dilapidated residential building, there are three residents, each with a gate facing the public courtyard below the residential building, the wooden gate looks mottled and old, and there is no water in the house, so these three residents need to come to the public faucet in the yard to receive water, when Song Biao and his party came here, there were three old people standing in front of the faucet and lining up, each holding a bucket of water.

These old people, dressed very plainly, can even be said to be very shabby, they are lonely old people who have lost their ancestral houses, and the demolition team represented by Song Biao directly blocked their ancestral houses, cut off water and electricity, and drove them here and temporarily placed them here.

Therefore, when these old people saw Song Biao, their faces were full of resentment.

"Don't die well!!"

"For the sake of money, I betrayed all the neighbors!

"Hurt the heavens and reason, curse you to go out and be hit by a car and die!"

These lonely and widowed old men with charitable faces and no quarrel with the world actually greeted Song Biao with such vicious curses!

Song Biao didn't think so, but crossed his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of you cursing me, I'm still young, and the one who dies first must be you!"

The two followers were laughing on the side.

"Little cub surnamed Song, when will the demolition money be paid?" An old man who looked to be in his seventies was bold and asked Song Biao.

Song Biao was furious when he heard this, and scolded: "Old immortal, what are you panicking about? When you enter the ground, that money will be burned for you on Huangquan Road sooner or later!"

When the old man heard this, he almost fainted, and his old face was full of vicissitudes and yellow, and he couldn't help but have old tears.

The other old men were also dejected, cursing constantly.

Their ancestral house has already been signed and drawn by Song Biao in a threatening and luring way, but now the money has fallen into Song Biao's pocket, and several old people have no children and no daughters under their knees, and they are lonely, where do they dare to report the case?

You must know that Song Biao has no law in this area, and he is used to doing evil, if anyone dares to report the case, sooner or later he will be retaliated against!

In the extremely resentful eyes of several old people, Song Biao walked to the door of another household with a smile, held his shoulders with both hands, and kicked directly: "Open the door for Lao Tzu!"

This household, also lives an old woman, an old woman in her eighties, no children and no daughters, old and sick, living in the house all the year round, because of the fear of cold, only when the weather is excellent and the sun is great, only shuddering out and moving a chair to sit in the yard to bask in the sun.

And today, the weather is slightly cool, and the old woman has been lying on the bed in the house, not daring to go out.

The sound of slamming the door suddenly woke up the old woman, and her voice was hoarse and low: "Who?"

"I, Song Biao, come out, don't fucking pretend to be dead!" Song Biao roared angrily.

There was silence in the room, and after a while, the sound of the old woman wheezing and coughing was heard.

"Crash away"! Song Biao instructed the two younger brothers impatiently.

Boom!

Boom!

In an instant, the two younger brothers didn't say a word, you kicked me one by one, quickly kicked the door open, and rushed in.

The room was dark and damp, looking around, the chairs and furniture were extremely basic, and the slums of the city were probably like this.

An old woman wearing a washed white coarse cloth shirt was lying on the bed, trembling up, and when she saw that it was Song Biao, her face turned pale with fright, especially pitiful.

Song Biao slapped the demolition contract on the table and said angrily: "Today is the last day, hurry up and sign it! Take out the deed of your old house, hurry up!"

"No! no!" the old woman cried out with all her might, coughing several times in quick succession.

Her old house, just behind this dilapidated residential building, has been hollowed out by excavators around the house, water and electricity are cut off, only an old house stands there, the demolition team of the bright Jiangshan real estate project came several times, asking her to sign the contract, but the old woman she is really reluctant to the old house, dead or alive.

Song Biao had already threatened several times, but the old woman would rather die than give in, and every time she encountered a threat, she would lie down on the bed and say nothing.

Seeing that it was him again, the old woman closed her eyes and lay down in the bed.

Song Biao snorted coldly and said with a sneer: "Pretend to be dead for Lao Tzu again, okay, you, I want to take a look, I can't cure you if I don't believe it!"

With that, he waved his hand and instructed the two younger brothers to go to the public toilet outside.

Not long after, he and his two followers stood in front of the old woman's house, with two plastic buckets full of feces in front of them.

"Splash it on Lao Tzu!"

"Splash dung!"

He gave the order, gritting his teeth and smirking.

The two younger brothers quickly carried the dung bucket and poured dung directly in front of the old woman's house, and for a while, the stench spread to the sky, and the whole yard was filled with a pungent and disgusting stench.

(End of chapter)