Chapter 81 Boss, his own people

I was locked in the hotel. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I was locked in my hotel. It was Lan who locked me up.

The fat man was meant to say something. But seeing Lan's eyes, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips again.

Watching Lan and them go out, I originally wanted to rush out by surprise. But before I could rush to the door, Lan turned around and struck me directly at the neck with a knife. By the time I woke up, they were long gone.

Tonight, it's time for Uncle and their various handicaps to meet.

I woke up and saw the little manager sitting next to me, just smiling at me. I got out of bed, grabbed my phone and checked the time.

Luckily, they had only been gone for less than two hours. I can still catch up now.

"Open the door." I grabbed the little manager by the collar. After a month of training, I can now almost pull him off the ground.

"Boss." The little manager smiled bitterly and raised his hands to signal that he would not move. "I don't have a key either."

"And how did you get in?"

"I was on this floor. When I passed by your room, I happened to meet those two people going out. Then the woman threw me in. ”

I looked him in the eye and made sure I wasn't lying before I put him down. Then I walked to the door and wanted to open the door.

"Boss, it's useless." The little manager said. "I tried, but it didn't work. Can't open. ”

I tried it, and sure enough.

"Call and ask the rest of the house to bring the spare key." I looked at the little manager.

The little manager spread his hands: "If there was a spare key, then I wouldn't be sitting here." ”

As soon as my brain was hot, I kicked at the door. The loud noise startled the little manager.

"Call the police!" I almost yelled at him. This ****** was supposed to be good, and I will go in person. But why the hell did you leave me here alone? Is it just to keep me from getting hurt? I'll fuck you, I didn't think it would be good after I followed you. What's the point of leaving me here?

"Call the police!" I saw that the little manager was still sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, and rushed over to pick him up again.

"Boss, calm down." The little manager said. "You won't be unaware of the police. What does it mean to be in a hotel? They thought it would be a loss to the reputation of our hotel. ”

". You. Mother. Target! It's a big deal, Lao Tzu, this hotel is gone! Beat! "I don't know where I got so angry. Anyway, Lan left me here, and I just felt a rush of anger rushing up.

The little manager who was grabbed by me suddenly changed his expression and looked at me very calmly.

I was stunned by the sudden change in his expression. I saw him smile and say, "Boss, I won't let you out." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed my wrist and squeezed it gently. I immediately felt a sore sensation in my brain. Reflexively, he let go. The little manager seized the opportunity, jumped on the bed with a tiger leap, grabbed my mobile phone and threw it out the window.

The height of the thirty-third floor. If the phone falls, it's basically not a whole body.

I was instantly furious. I rushed over and tried to beat him. But before I could rush to him, I saw him take out his mobile phone again and throw it out the window again.

I stopped. After so much stuff, I learned to be calm. Even though I lost my mind just now. But at least I was able to recover in time.

"What do you mean?" I stared at the little manager. At the same time, the brain began to rac. He didn't want to let me out. Could it be that the uncle already knew about our actions this time and had already bribed him in advance? If that's the case, Lan and the fat man will be in danger tonight.

I glanced around the room and saw that anything sharp in it seemed to have been taken away. Even the glasses, which could be smashed and used as weapons, were gone. There were only three stools left in the room.

I can pick him up with a stool. My heart said. But the problem now is that the stools are all on his side. I had to go over to get the stool. And judging from the moment he pinched my wrist just now, he will definitely make a few moves. It can't be so easy to be hit by my stool. Then I'm going to start a fight with him.

Okay, isn't it just fighting? Raising your fist is dry. Thinking about it, I rushed over.

When the little manager saw me rushing over, he hurriedly rolled on the bed and dodged directly.

"Oops, boss, boss! Own! Don't be impulsive! ”

"I'll fuck your own people!" I yelled and rushed straight to the bed. The little manager was caught off guard and was thrown on the bed by me.

As soon as I saw the blow, I raised my fist and punched him in the face.

I never thought about what it was like to actually punch someone else. But now I know.

Hurt. It really hurts. It's no wonder that physics classes say that force is relative. I apply a force to an object and the object returns a force to me.

This punch hit the little manager's face, and my hand went numb.

While I was stunned, the little manager clasped my shoulders with both hands and turned over, and directly pressed me on the bed.

"Boss, I'm really my own person......" The little manager pressed my hand with both hands, and he didn't have the hands to rub his face. His whole face wrinkled in pain.

"Your own people?" I sneered: "You. . . He. Mother. How much money did you charge my uncle, I will give you double! Now open the door for me! ”

The little manager was stunned: "Me? Your uncle? Oh-"

"Oh, you big-headed ghost!" I struggled as hard as I could, but I couldn't move.

"Boss, I'll let you go. But stop being impulsive. The little manager said. After speaking, I was afraid that I would not believe it, so I added: "I am really my own person." ”

I nodded: "Then you let go." ”

"Then you must not be impulsive again."

"Okay."

As soon as the little manager's hand was released, I bounced straight out of bed. Pressing him in the face was a stormy greeting.

It lasted almost five minutes. My hands were completely unconscious. And the little manager who was pressed under me and wildly is now completely immobile.

"The owner...... Boss, I, I, I ......"

"I've ever crossed mountains and seas?" I picked up the conversation and punched him in the face again. "Passing through the crowds too?" Said another punch.

I didn't expect to be so tired from beating people. I punched the little manager a few more times, and I couldn't move my whole body at this time.

Turned over and lay on the bed, turned his face sideways to look at the little manager who had been beaten into a pig's head: "Are you really fucking your own person?" ”

The little manager has been blinded by me, and asked me vaguely a welcome, how many gentlemen?

I don't have the strength anymore. Just lying in bed. But after a while, I heard what seemed to be movement at the door. Then I heard something hit my door.

Someone was outside banging on my door.

Your uncle, Lao Tzu's door is very expensive, okay? If you smash it, you lose money? Thinking about it, I got up from my bed and walked towards the door in three steps. (To be continued.) )