On the way back, Zhang Xiaoan had the joy of a victor on his face.

The away 1vN won completely, the opponent was injured, and he was unharmed.

In fact, the Zhan family's father and son can be beaten today, thanks to Yang Xinyi, if she hadn't shouted for revenge, instead of calling Yang Chuan first, then today's battle might not have been able to start.

can only say that they should be beaten up today!

On the way back, there were still three of them in a car.

Fang Moxuan held the phone in her ear, and after chatting with Lao Ou for a few words, she hung up the phone and said to Zhang Xiaoan: "Uncle Ou has booked a hotel in the city and wants to invite us to dinner." ”

"Go, don't eat for nothing." Zhang Xiaoan thought that Lao Ou was Fang Moxuan's elder after all, and he had to eat this meal today, otherwise he would seem to be so ignorant.

"Look at your little bit of breath!"

Yang Xinyi, the co-pilot, said: "Then let Uncle Ou invite you today, starting tomorrow, I will invite you to eat a big meal for three days in a row!" When I get to my place, I must treat you to eat and drink well! ”

didn't stop the scene just now, Yang Xinyi was a little embarrassed in her heart, but everyone is so familiar, she can't be too pretentious, it's a very good way to make up for it with eating, drinking and having fun.

"No, tomorrow I will play in Chunyang for a day, and I will have to leave the day after tomorrow, I still have something to do, I have to meet a few friends." Zhang Xiaoan rejected Yang Xinyi's kindness.

When he went out to travel this time, taking Fang Moxuan to relax was one thing, the main thing was to do something serious, and he couldn't delay too long on the road.

"Okay, then I'll go with you when you leave." Yang Xinyi turned her head to look at Fang Moxuan, and added with a smile: "If you find it convenient." ”

"Convenient, of course convenient! It just happened to be a little more lively when there were more people. ”

"Hey...... That's it! ”

……

Zhang Xiao'an and Lao Ou's party is a family dinner, and the process will not be talked about for the time being.

At one o'clock in the morning in the second half of the night.

Inside the Fuhua Hotel.

Zhan Zhihua sat on the sofa with a cigarette in his hand.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man in his fifties, dressed very plainly, and his face looked very honest.

The middle-aged man is called Han Chunsheng, because of the congenital disability of his right leg, he is nicknamed Han Cripple.

This person is an old cannon in the surrounding towns, as long as the money is in place, he dares to do anything, and he is very quick to do things, and he is ruthless, he was particularly famous in the circle in the early years, and he went in and squatted in the kiln for two years because of heavy injuries.

belongs to the kind of person who doesn't talk much and is willing to die.

Zhan Zhihua rubbed his temples and said: "500,000, unload his two legs, I will find a relationship for you afterwards, so that you will not be guilty in it, and strive to come out after squatting for three or five years." ”

"Okay." Han Cripple nodded with a smile, his expression not surprised or happy.

Han Cripple has no wife and children, but he has a nephew who treats him as his own, and 500,000 yuan is enough for his nephew to make a down payment on a house in the city.

Now in these years, the thing of spending money to buy murder is almost non-existent, and it is not easy to find this job, and Han Cripple cherishes this opportunity very much.

After all, in terms of his legs and feet, he may not be able to earn the 500,000 yuan for a lifetime.

"Remember, I only need that kid's legs, and as for the woman next to him, you can't move no matter what, otherwise it's not just me who will die, and your family won't be able to escape, understand?"

Han Cripple nodded: "Understood." ”

"Bring the guy in!" Zhan Zhihua shouted.

A little brother walked in from outside the door, came to the two of them, threw the bag in his hand on the ground, and opened the zipper to reveal various weapons.

There are murder weapons such as machetes, daggers, batons, etc.

"You can pick one of your own, just throw it away when you're done." Zhan Zhihua pointed to his pocket and said.

"No, you don't." Han Lame pulled open his clothes, took out a rusty hammer from his arms, and said with a smile: "I'm used to using this." ”

……

Half an hour later.

A wealthy villa area close to the city.

Yang Xinyi's family lives in this community, and after several of them finished drinking, they came back to sleep directly.

At this time, there was a Jinbei car parked on the side of the road opposite the entrance of the villa, and three strong men were sitting in it.

The strong man sitting in the co-pilot yawned and said, "I haven't done this kind of work in years, it's really torturous!" ”

"Don't talk about you, brother, I haven't squatted like this for more than ten years, don't say it, I still have a feeling of reminiscing about my youth."

"Then you can go out to pick up the job in the future, I will take half of the appearance fee, and leave the rest for your own pocket money."

"It's a little too dark to smoke half, isn't it?"

The strong man in the back row raised his hand and gave him a slap and asked, "Is it black?" Brother don't you need money to cultivate? You go out and earn some money to get me back, shouldn't you? ”

"It should be ......" After the strong man in the co-pilot finished speaking, he turned his head and caught a glimpse of a limping figure under the street lamp opposite: "Brother, someone is coming." ”

The other two strong men looked outside, only to see the lame figure, walking back and forth around the outer wall of the villa, and finally found a shadowy corner and squatted on the ground.

"What is he doing here?"

"Squat, the people living in this villa area are not ordinary people, and he won't dare to go in if you give him a cannon."

"Are you sure it's him? If it's him, let's do it! ”

"You see he's lame, and he looks like he's doing dirty work all year round, let's do it!"

……

In the shadows.

Han lame sat on the ground, patiently waiting for Zhang Xiaoan and the others to come out of the villa area.

He could flip into the villa area and do it while Zhang Xiao'an was asleep, but he didn't dare to do it.

Because the people who live in the villa are not ordinary small characters, but Zhang Xiao'an lives in Yang Chuan's house, if he dares to run into Yang Chuan's house to commit murder, Yang Chuan can sink his whole family into the river, and dig the ancestral grave for him!

Han Cripple didn't know how long he was going to squat here, maybe he had to wait ten hours to get Zhang Xiaoan out.

But it doesn't matter, he is very calm and patient.

After Zhang Xiaoan came out, he went up directly to give him two hammers, and then called the police to turn himself in, and the rest of the things were arranged by Zhan Zhihua.

Han Cripple took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and just wanted to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, when he suddenly heard the sound of a car door coming from across the road.

As soon as he looked up, he saw three strong men running towards him.

Han Cripple was so experienced that he immediately sensed that something was wrong, hurriedly threw away the cigarette case, and dragged a lame leg in the opposite direction.

"If you look at his two-step run, like Wang Ba, he will run redundantly."

"Have you ever heard the story of the tortoise and hare race? Don't pretend to be forced, hurry up and chase it! ”

The three of them raised their legs to chase after Han Cripple, and a sprint narrowed the distance of more than ten meters to him.

Han Cripple knew that he would definitely not be able to outrun the three tall and strong men, he slowed down, took out the hammer from his arms with his right hand trembling, and turned around and threw it at the three strong men.

The strong man who ran in front couldn't dodge, and he was hit with a solid hammer on his stomach.

"Gross!"

The strong man bent down and knelt on the ground at that time, opened his mouth and spit it out, and a tearing pain in his abdomen swept through his body, and his cold sweat flowed out of the pain.

"What...... Why does it hurt so much to hit someone? The strong man touched it twice, and picked up the hammer from the ground: "! The murder weapon is so chic, professional killing? ”