"The day is up, but what about the money?"

The leader of the scar scar skewed his mouth and held an unlit cigarette, poked his finger at Zhao Hanyun's chest, and sang arrogantly.

"I woke up from my sleep this morning and remembered the money you still owe me, ah friend pay back, ah friend pay back, pay back the money, pay back the money, pay back the money......"

Zhang Xuebing heard clearly in the room that this product actually adapted the episode of the Yugoslav movie "Bridge" into a debt collection song, which is really talented.

It seems that his guess is right, this group of people is not seeking revenge, but Zhao Hanyun owes them a debt, maybe it is still a loan shark.

Since it is asking for money, it is easy to solve, Zhang Xuebing decided to wait and see.

At this time, after singing the song of Scar Sanyi, he grinned and showed his teeth full of cigarette smoke, "Lao Zhao, how do I sing, it's not worse than the Four Heavenly Kings of Xiangjiang!" ”

Zhao Hanyun, who was originally tall, seemed to be a head shorter at the moment, and said resignedly, "Third brother, there is no money for the time being, the trouble will be postponed for two more days, it is not easy for you to come on a hot day, I have mung bean soup here to pull out the cold, first relieve the heat!" ”

"Quni. Ma's mung bean soup, Lao Tzu ran dozens of miles under the sun, just to drink your broken mung bean soup, are you full of urine alkali in your head? ”

Next to him, a guy with a bare chest and belly full of meat, slapped Zhao Hanyun on the back of the neck and scolded.

Zhao Hanyun's face was flushed, and the blue tendons on his forehead were bursting out, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only laugh with him.

From a distance, Zhang Xuebing looked uncomfortable for him.

"A few days of grace, some time ago, there was an old customer from the south who planned to buy me a few breeding dogs, and when the money arrived, I would return it to the third brother first......."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Scar San took a sip and spit the cigarette butt in his mouth on Zhao Hanyun's shoes, "A few days and a few days, you kid is really so foolish to me, if I don't get this money today, I still have the face to go back?" ”

Zhao Hanyun's smile was more ugly than eating bitter gourd, "I really don't have any money now, I haven't even fed the dogs today, you listen to the hungry ones just calling!" ”

The man with a meaty face next to him was about to slap him, but Scara San stopped him with his eyes and said to Zhao Hanyun with a sneer.

"At the beginning, you borrowed money to buy dog food in order to raise dogs, but now it's easy to do it if you don't have money, and it's not difficult for me to be a fellow villager in our township, this dog farm will belong to me today, and when you have the money, I will redeem it!"

The dog farm is Zhao Hanyun's brainchild, and when he heard this, a wave of anger suddenly jumped to the top of his head, and he roared out like a wounded wolf, "No, the dog farm is pressed to you, what should I do with my dog?" ”

The seven or eight men who came to ask for the account immediately burst out laughing.

A thin and shrewd guy said with a wicked smile, "You are such a smart person, you still can't understand that the dog farm has low debts, and your treasures will naturally belong to the third brother!" ”

This guy's name is Hou Jian, and he is a think tank under Scar's third hand, full of bad intentions.

"That's right, the monkey is right!"

Scarry only bent down with a smile, and he said with his hands fluttering, "Brothers, hurry up and take over, find me firewood to make a fire, and I will treat you to an all-dog feast tonight, and treat everyone!" ”

"Okay, I'm going to have a good day!"

"Where is the kitchen, I'll go and light the fire, don't rob me from anyone, I'm the best at this!"

"I'm going to kill the dog......"

"Pick fat!"

A group of people left two to stop Zhao Hanyun, and the rest ran to the kennel kitchen, apparently to kill the dog stew.

Dog lovers regard their dogs as their own relatives and children.

When Zhao Hanyun saw this scene, he was distressed like a knife, and yelled to stop them, but was pushed out of the door by two strong men.

Two guys put a rope around a dog and hung the strangled dying dog from a tree branch.

The dog was convulsing, his legs kicking in the air, and he was about to die.

The guy with a meaty face, holding a big dog's neck with a dog fork, peeked out of the kennel, "Hey, look at this fattest ......"

The poor dog, who was held by the neck and could not breathe, let out a cry of pain from his mouth.

The skinny Hou Jian flipped his wrist and a handful of snowy butterflies. The knife appeared in his hand, and he walked to the dog with a cruel smile and stabbed the dog in the neck.

Blood gushed from the dog's neck, the poor dog convulsed, and the mournful cry of dying was poignant.

When Zhao Hanyun saw this scene, he was like being struck by lightning.

Suddenly, Zhao Hanyun's eyes were full of bloodshots, as if he had returned to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, and when he saw that the enemy was about to hurt his comrades, a stream of blood burst out from his chest and instantly drilled into his brain.

At the moment he forgot everything, only remembered one word - kill!

"Kill!" Zhao Hanyun roared like thunder in the nine heavens, his hair exploded, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be crazy, and he raised his hand and punched the man in front of him screaming and getting out.

The other guy was stunned by Zhao Hanyun's appearance, and hurriedly shouted, "Come on, this kid is crazy, and he is still beating people!" ”

While shouting, he stepped forward and suddenly hugged Zhao Hanyun's waist.

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhao had completely exploded at this time, and he noticed that his back was being hugged, and he immediately bent down suddenly, making a German-style back fall.

The guy in the back was like a noodle pocket, and he was slapped on the ground so hard that he couldn't even scream, and he rolled his eyes while lying on the ground.

Zhao Hanyun put the two guys and rushed frantically towards the minions who were harming the dogs.

These subordinates of Scar Three usually fight and brawl are commonplace, and they can't wait to be itchy for a few days without doing anything.

When they saw Zhao Hanyun going crazy, not only were they not afraid, but they also became excited one by one, picking up all kinds of guys and rushing towards him.

"Beat him, beat him to death!" Scar roared, touched half of the red brick from the ground, and was the first to greet him, and the red brick in his hand slapped on Lao Zhao's head.

With a snap, the bricks shattered, Zhao Hanyun was unconscious, he just pulled a handful of red powder on his head, and his whole face was dyed red, lining his red eyes, as if Guan Gong was possessed.

Lao Zhao was okay with a brick, and he was so frightened that he was stunned for a moment, and just when he was stunned, Zhao Hanyun was like a running bull and hit him in the chest.

Scar San only felt as if he had been hit by a train, and he snorted in pain, and his black throat and sweet hair almost spurted blood in front of him.

Several other people, seeing the boss being beaten, shouted and scolded Zhao Hanyun in the middle.

As the old saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and the tiger can't stand the wolves, although Zhao Hanyun is brave, but he is not a superman after all, he just hit a minion with his hand, and he was hit with a stick on the back of his head, and the severe pain and dizziness made his movements stagnate.

Before he could turn around, his waist was already hugged, and then some of the rest of the people hugged their thighs, some grabbed their arms, and pressed Lao Zhao to the ground without moving.

Zhao Hanyun struggled with all his might, his cheeks and bare skin were scratched by the mud and sand on the ground, and blood oozed out like beads, but it was meaningless, he could only watch the life of his dog pass in despair, and his mouth let out a miserable howl.

"Brute, let go of me, you are all brutes, let go of me......"

Scar San was helped up by Hou Jian, he had never suffered such a big loss since he came out, he spit out the blood foam in his mouth, and his fierce gaze seemed to see through Zhao Hanyun.

"Monkey, go up and get this kid out of school!"

Hou Jian was not afraid of fighting, but he was a little timid in bloodletting, carrying a butterfly in his hand. Knife, hesitantly looking at Scar Three.

"Paralyzed, come on, what are you afraid of, don't stab to death, it's all mine if something happens!"

Scar San raised his foot and kicked Hou Jianyi.

Hou Jianyi gritted his teeth and held the snowy butterfly. The knife went straight to Zhao Hanyun and stabbed him in the stomach.