Chapter 842: The Tyrant Teaches the Tyrant 2
Feng Feng had completely lost patience with this group of vicious people, and thought to himself, how could these two bastards not die outside? What are you doing again?
Xiao Baojuan had been listening to their conversation with his ears pricked up, and ran over and asked curiously: "Fu Sheng, have they been whereabouts?" ”
"Do your job, what are you talking about." Feng Feng was so angry that he was now suffering from these two scourges, but what should he do?
Li Huan shook his head: "I told them the address, they are estimated to be arriving soon, I heard that those two guys are in a bad situation." ”
"Where the hell did they go?"
"I don't know."
As he was talking, Li Huan's mobile phone rang again, and he answered a few words, and it turned out that the comrades from the relief station were about to arrive and asked him for the exact address.
Within a few minutes, a van stopped outside the shop, the two comrades got out of the car first, and then, the two teenagers also stumbled out of the car, it was Fu Sheng and Murong Xi, accompanied by a disgusting smell, as if the wound was festering and suppurating.
As soon as the two of them touched the ground and almost fell to the ground, Feng Feng was taken aback, and was about to call someone for help, but Xiao Zhaoye and the others had already covered their noses and retreated far away.
Li Huan said sharply: "Liu Yu, Xiao Zhaoye, your two stools come out." ”
The two hurriedly moved two stools out, Li Huan ordered Xiao Baojuan and Gao Wei to help the two of them sit down, only to see that these two people had already changed beyond recognition, with long hair, black and thin, and their hands were covered with something similar to psoriasis, each dragging a stump leg, and the stench came from the leg - it was full of large and small scars, some of which were scarred and cracked, cracked and scarred, and so on, purulent and bloody, obviously caused by being beaten.
Feng Feng was surprised: "What's wrong with you?" ”
The two looked sluggish and couldn't speak, and one of the staff members was heartbroken: "They escaped from the Shanxi black coal mine, and there are still many traces of whipping on their backs......"
Another said: "Hey, poor, they were tortured and crazy, we were going to send them to the hospital, but they refused to live or die, and they couldn't tell who they were, and they even said that they were the emperor of ancient times, and they must have had a nervous attack, and they looked like a peasant...... Alas...... Good thing the big guy remembers your phone number......"