"Ahh

The screams of the ghost hands echoed in the private room.

"Pounce on you, mother!"

Wu Zhihui casually threw the kitchen knife on the desk and washed his hands in the basin: "Throw it out!" ”

"Throw it at me!"

The big guy also had a gloomy face: "The mouth is open, it's not big or small, do you have any brains?" ”

"Fuck, when you say this, those who don't know outside still think that my big guy even eats his own little brother, grass and mud horse!"

"Starling, starling."

The ghost hand was held by two horses, and he cried out miserably: "You have to help me make the decision!" ”

"Pick it up, pick it up!"

He roared with a gloomy face: "Take your ears, get out." ”

Originally.

He also wanted to use the matter of the ghost hand to have a good fight with the big guy, who knew that the ghost hand was so brainless and so straightforward.

The big guy is happy and out of the ghost.

As the ghost hand was thrown out, there was a brief silence in the private room.

"Starling."

The big guy frowned and looked at Mao Ba: "You just said that you want to help the ghost start trouble, right?" What's up? This kind of music, if you die, you will die in vain. ”

"He can't get on the stage, but Wu Zhihui is no better."

He tapped his fingers on the table: "Wu Zhihui interrupted his hands and feet, and his own people beat his own people, so he should have an explanation." ”

He turned his head to look at Fat Zilin, who took a step forward and stared at Wu Zhihui: "Everyone knows, the ghost hand is with me now, he goes to your vegetable market to make trouble, you can find me, just break your hand, what do you mean?!" ”

"My territory, my words!"

Wu Zhihui's tone was stiff, and he didn't look at Fat Zilin: "Okay, you want to give him a head, don't you?" Isn't it just a pair of hands, easy to say? ”

He reached out and grabbed a stack full of banknotes from his pocket and placed them on the table, and quickly counted out a few banknotes with his fingers: "Come, this ten thousand is the soup and medicine fee I gave him." ”

"Ten thousand? You think he stinks for food?! ”

"10,000 yuan, it's already good for you, Brother Lin!"

Wu Zhihui threw the money on the table, and the cigarette butt in his mouth was smoking: "Fuck it, I haven't calculated the loss of my vegetable stall with him yet." ”

"Okay."

Fat Zilin nodded when he heard this, and glanced at the banknotes on the table: "Then this matter is like this, there is nothing to say, and the ghost hand deserves to be beaten if he does things unruly." ”

"But I heard him say that the reason why the ghost hand rushed into your market to make trouble is because he was stabbed in the thigh with a knife by the vendor of his market the night before."

"Come out, what you pay attention to is one side, the ghost hand is with me now, not everything can be stepped on."

He stared at Wu Zhihui: "Hand over the stall owner named Ah Ji!" ”

"Oh?"

Wu Zhihui laughed when he heard this, showing a surprised expression: "Oh, Brother Lin, why didn't you say earlier that there was such a thing hidden in it." ”

He raised his hand and patted it: "Come on, go and call Ah Ji to me." ”

It didn't take long.

Ah Ji pushed open the door and walked in, standing behind Wu Zhihui.

"Shovel."

Fat Zilin looked at Ah Ji who came in: "Hold him down for me, which hand is the ghost hand, cut it off for me!" ”

"Brother Lin."

Wu Zhihui raised his eyebrows and looked at Fat Zilin: "If you want to talk about this earlier, then I will hand over the person to you without saying a word, but not now." ”

"Ah Ji has already followed me, he is now my beautiful boy, his business is my business, I can't sit idly by."

"Besides, I heard that their booth has been rented out for two months, and the ghost hand is stuck in someone's deposit and does not return, and he deserves to be beaten."

"Ah Ji doesn't stab him, maybe he will be stabbed to death on the street by the next person, the ghost hand should thank Ah Ji."

"Smack!"

Fat Zilin slapped on the table: "Wu Zhihui, you mean you're going to shield him?" Give me people! ”

"No way!"

Wu Zhihui sneered, looked at Fat Zilin, and shook his head firmly: "Come out, if you make a mistake, you have to admit that you are beaten and stand upright, and he deserves it!" ”

"Okay, okay."

Fat Tsai Lin laughed angrily, stared at Wu Zhihui for a long time, and then looked at the big guy: "Brother Fa, since this is the case, then don't blame me for not giving face to Fat Tsai Lin." ”

"If I don't give an explanation for the matter of the ghost hand, how will I take my little brother in the future!"

The big guy sat in his seat without saying a word, looked at Wu Zhihui with a slight frown, and then looked at Ah Ji.

When did Wu Zhihui start accepting his younger brother? That's pretty fast.

He laughed: "Hui Zai, when did you accept the little brother?" I haven't heard you tell me. ”

"Brother Fa."

Wu Zhihui waved his hand: "It's not just a casual acceptance of a junior brother who doesn't get started, and he can't get on the table, so he didn't tell Brother Fa." ”

"Ahh

The big guy nodded with a smile when he heard this, and said casually: "Hmm." Pretty good. ”

And then.

He raised his hand and hooked his hand at Ah Ji.

Ah Ji glanced at the big guy's hair, thought about it for a while, and walked to the big guy's hair.

"Hit the streets!"

The big guy raised his hand without warning and slapped Ah Ji's face, hit Ah Ji and staggered, and then raised his foot and kicked him out: "No big or small things, you dare to move the people of Fat Zilin?!" ”

"Grass, if everyone is not big or small like you, then do these talkers still want to do things?!"

The big guy raised his hand and nodded vigorously on the table: "You have to give Fat Zilin an explanation for this matter, fuck." ”

Wu Zhihui's eyes narrowed, looking at the big guy who really did it, his face turned a little colder.

It was Fat Tsai Lin who deliberately looked for trouble, knowing that Ah Ji was already with him, but the big guy deliberately suppressed Ah Ji at this time.

Combined with what the big guy said just now, he is not suppressing Ah Ji, this is beating himself in a different way? !

"Okay!"

Ah Ji got up, gritted his teeth, grabbed the fruit knife on the table, and stabbed it directly into his leg: "I stabbed the ghost hand, and this knife is still for him." ”

"Huh?!"

The big guy raised an eyebrow.

"Poof."

Ah Ji raised his hand again and stabbed: "Give him back one more knife, everyone will be clear!" ”

Wu Zhihui had a cold face, looking at the big guy and the two of them.

"Two knives?"

Fat Zilin sneered: "Do you think that in the playing house, you will stab me with one knife, and everyone will be turn-based?!" ”

"Grass!"

Wu Zhihui slapped on the table and stood up directly: "Just fucking two knives, can this matter be flattened, if it can't be flat, then fucking it will be beaten!" ”

"Huh."

The big guy looked at the angry Wu Zhihui, and laughed again: "Fat Zilin, I think this matter is almost over, so be it, he returned two knives, and the ghost hand will not suffer." ”

"Hmph."

Fat Tsai Lin snorted coldly and didn't speak.

"Thank you, Brother Fa."

Wu Zhihui coldly thanked the big guy: "I'll take him away first." He took Ah Ji and walked outside.

Come outside.

"Shovel!"

Wu Zhihui turned Ah Ji over to shout ten with a gloomy face, and looked back at Jin Huiting's signboard: "Hit the street, you fucking use this matter to pressure me?!" ”