On the outskirts of Yuanlong, Xiangjiang, surrounded by desolation and overgrown weeds, only a two-story village house stands alone, the house is brightly lit at the moment, and a dozen thugs with dyed hair of various colors are watching the ball game on the first floor, drinking beer, and the house is full of garbage and mess.

"Brother Xiaobai, we change shifts every day to torture the person below, what are we going to ask?" The fat butcher asked

Xiaobai frowned and said impatiently, "How many times have I told you, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

"But Brother Xiaobai, you see that we tortured him so much, ordinary people would have hung up a long time ago, but this person is like a puddle of mud, just immortal and breathless. But even if he is alive, I think there is something wrong with this person. ”

"Of course there is a problem, if there is no problem, will it come to us from Huhai?"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about him. The girls below Brother Xiaobai have been locked up below for so long, who is she?

Looking at the dead fat man's expression, Xiaobai knew what he was thinking.

"She, you'd better not even think about it."

"What can't you think about, it's not our dish to be locked up with us, she's a little older, but that's coquettish." The fat butcher swallowed as he spoke. "Besides, Brother Xiaobai, I think she's almost out of gas like that, it's a waste if you don't use it."

"It's okay to tell you." Xiaobai said and made a gesture to take a stand.

The fat man immediately handed over a cigarette and lit a fire with a flattering face.

The white suit closed his eyes and took a beautiful puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said slowly, "That woman is the horse who sits in the hall with the head of the Hong Gang, I advise you, such a woman is not what you can think of, even if the person is rotten, you can't touch it, otherwise your fat body will not be protected, understand." ”

Several people took a breath of cold air when they heard this. The evil thoughts in my heart were swept away.

"Brother Xiaobai, are we going to catch that big guy's woman back if we have nothing to do?"

"Is that what you should be asking? Tired of living, aren't you? ”

"Come and drink, drink."

"Drink, let's make a fist."

"Come on, when are the horses coming?"

......

The basement door was slowly pushed open, and a man covered in blood and scabs, wearing only what appeared to be red underwear, swaggered out but silently.

The people upstairs didn't notice what happened downstairs at all, they were still drinking, watching the ball game, and picking up girls.

He now held in his hand a short rod that he knew very well, and which had caused him countless injuries over the years.

The first to react was Brother Xiaobai, who rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then let out a shocking scream. Drinking and picking up the wine bottle at his feet, he picked up the bench while watching the TV, and rushed over with his bare body as if someone had killed his son.

Mu Zishan's pace is very wonderful, the living room of more than 20 square meters is now crowded with menacing thugs, every step he takes is stepped on in the empty place, every step a thug falls down without a snort, now Mu Zishan wants to kill these people is no different from swatting a fly to death, but he did not kill him.

When the five people fell, these people finally came to their senses, the old boy has their own ruthlessness and faith in their hearts, they do not allow to be defeated in such a way when they are superior in numbers, and no one cares about the fallen brother. They don't have any moves, they don't have any rules, they simply exchange injuries for injuries, life for life, every punch comes out without leaving any spare force, and every knife comes out is to go all out.

Suddenly, a mountain knife slashed from the top of Mu Zishan's head, and at the same time, a dagger stabbed Mu Zishan's lower abdomen, a bowl-sized fist hit Mu Zishan's side of the head, and the foot wearing slippers kicked at Mu Zishan's knee.

He was dead, and everyone present thought so at this moment.

Mu Zishan didn't have any panic, just raised his hand holding the stick and set up the mountain opening knife that slashed at the top of his head. Then magically flew to the ceiling. Completely unaffected by gravity, he is like a homing swallow.

Yes, it is flying, in the eyes of the other people present, Mu Zishan flew up without warning, and then put his hands and feet on the ceiling, his head was half sideways, and he looked at the people below with an expressionless face. Such a scene is extremely weird, which makes people think of those female ghosts in Xiangjiang's ghost movies, which is chilling.

Mu Zishan didn't stop, using Zhang Qijiao's [Yan Gui Technique], sliding from the ceiling to the wall on one side, and knocked down two people with the short stick in his hand in an instant, in his eyes, these little gangsters are indeed no different from flies, the only difference is that these people target much bigger than flies, and it is easier to shoot.

The stick was waved in Mu Zishan's hand, and the gangsters fell one by one. Now there are only four people left, and Brother Xiaobai is trembling on the side, he wants to run now. But it was too late, and now the gate position was already occupied by the other side.

From the beginning of the yelling, he hesitated for a few seconds in shock, and then he was a little more relieved to see the menacing appearance of his brothers, and when he realized that something was wrong and wanted to get out, it was already too late. Xiaobai is a person who leans on the upper position below the waist, and he has no concept of picking up the guy desperately in his mind.

In front of him was a butcher who looked like a pig, and he was holding a butcher knife to kill pigs in his hand, which was quite imposing, but his feet were unconsciously swinging.

The two people in front of them were also shaking their feet, but they were not frightened, they suddenly jumped off the bed and lost their strength. So I kept hiding behind. The two of them saw Mu Zishan coming over step by step, and they were about to say a few words. As soon as their heads sank, they fell to the ground.

"If you dare, our Alphabet Gang won't let you go."

"Okay." Mu Zishan replied coldly

That's what the fat man said, and it's the only conversation in this fight. The fat butcher hadn't even had time to think about what the other party was talking about, and his body was already flat on the floor.

Mu Zishan walked over and struck the fat man twice on his right hand. This fat man is the one who hurts himself the most, and every time he tortures himself with a hideous smile all day. These two blows can be regarded as Mu Zishan's extra revenge on him.

Brother Xiaobai saw that he had knelt down here, and just wanted to beg for mercy, but he immediately lost control of his throat, and a mouthful of snow-white neat teeth fell and shook in his mouth. The forehead slammed heavily on the ground, and the broken teeth in the mouth fell to the ground one by one, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.

Mu Zishan didn't leave immediately, he went to the bathroom to clean himself briefly, and then changed into Xiaobai's suit, and then he began to look for it, and all the money and belongings of all the people who fell to the ground were gone.

In addition to finding tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars, I also found a few car keys, a few gold watches, and various gold chains weighing several catties. Most of the troubled boys can't go back to their homes, most of them have no relatives and no reason, and they are ready to run away at any time, just like duckweed, only by bringing all their belongings with them, maybe they can have some comfort.

"Boy, you're leisurely, didn't you forget me."