"'Boss', no!"

"The footsteps are getting messier, and it's clearly not alone!"

Another five minutes passed.

The thug who ran at the back listened carefully and suddenly spoke.

The truck driver was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped in place, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes burst out with raging anger.

There are no fools who can get to the 'top of the street' in the dark streets!

Even if it's just the periphery!

As long as you think about it a little, you can guess what kind of situation it is.

Under the reputation of being a 'madman', I seem to be a little too nervous.

"Get ready to do it!"

"I'll see those 'meat tickets' in a while, and I'll beat Lao Tzu to death!"

"It's the first time in my life that I've been scared away for so long by a few 'meat tickets'!"

The truck driver gasped for air.

Those thugs who are usually ferocious have already suppressed the fire in their stomachs tonight, and they are looking behind with unkind faces.

About a minute later.

Several figures appeared in their field of vision.

"We..."

"Did we escape?"

"I'll go to the City Lord's Mansion to surrender when I go back, I'd rather squat than come to the Black Street!"

"That's right, prison is heaven in comparison!"

Faintly, they could still hear each other talking to each other.

And then...

When they suddenly raised their heads, they found that they had unconsciously been surrounded by a group of strong men.

The iron rods struck them desperately, causing them to let out a terrible howl, and the scene was very bloody at one point, and even the iron rods were bent in two.

The violence lasted for twenty minutes, and the 'fierce robbers' had already fallen to the ground with no strength, looking at the dark night sky, with only painful despair in their eyes.

If...

If they don't bully their female classmates, they won't drop out.

If you don't drop out of school, you won't know your boss.

If you don't know the boss, you naturally won't come to the black street.

It won't end up like this.

For a moment, only regret remained in their hearts.

It's just that it's already late.

The truck driver picked up an iron rod on the ground at random, dragged it to several people, and in the blurred vision of one of them, indifferently picked up the iron rod high, and smashed it down.

After that, he was unconscious.

"A bunch of damn guys."

"Stay on them, and go back after dawn."

"Reach out to the buyer and don't waste anything on them, you know?"

After staying away from Su Yang, his temperament became elegant again, looking at a few thugs and instructing lightly, he took out his mobile phone, walked to the corner, and reported the situation on his side to the boss.

As for the 'fierce robbers' who fainted on the ground, no one paid any attention.

It's as if their value is just a bunch of organs in the stomach.

……

Early morning!

The warm sunlight swaying on the street looks peaceful.

The half-destroyed 'psychological counseling clinic' is still the same, but the sign has been taken off and replaced with a 'knife shop', and an old man is slowly cleaning up the debris.

As for the car that crashed into the room, it was missing.

Su Yang parked the truck opposite Qiushui Bank!

A few high-spirited robbers, a place to prepare.

This is the starting point of their dreams.

It is also the end of their dreams.

But in one day, they have rewritten their lives, but Su Yang is still there.

Well...

Wrong.

The monkeys are still there, too!

And also came to the place where this dream began again.

It's just that Su Yang is standing on the street basking in the sun, and he is tied up in a truck.

In fact, if strictly speaking...

Red hair is also there.

He was across the road, hung on the wall to the left of the bank, his blood already drained, and he was staring at them from a distance, barely mixing up a shot.

Banks open on time.

Security guard A stood at the door of the bank, and was stunned for a moment when he saw the familiar truck, and then saw Su Yang standing at the door of the bank.

Su Yang crossed the road and showed a bright smile to the security guard from a distance.

Obviously the weather is warm.

But the security armor was like falling into an ice cave, and the whole body was exuding a chill.

This man...

Coming back?

And also driving that guy's car!

What really happened last night???

Security guard A took a deep breath, decisively suppressed his curiosity, and also tried to squeeze out a smile, which was regarded as a return to Su Yang, and turned around without hesitation and went back to the bank.

Whatever happens, at least one thing is beyond doubt.

That's...

Su Yang is not easy to mess with!

You have to stay away!

Fortunately, the mysterious guy didn't come to the bank to find them to catch up, but just stood on the side of the street, as if looking for something.

About an hour passed.

A well-mannered man hurried by with a briefcase.

Su Yang's eyes lit up and he leaned over.

"Thank you for the dagger!"

"I didn't use it though!"

The man frowned deeply all the way, as if he was thinking about something, and when he was caught off guard, Su Yang's voice came from his ears, which made him stunned and vigilant.

Looking at the slightly familiar face, the man moved his gaze to the dagger in his hand, a little abruptly.

"Success?"

The man subconsciously said politely, and then saw the red-haired corpse hanging on the wall.

"Hmm..."

"Failed."

"It's a shame."

Su Yang said with a smile, but on his face, he didn't see any regret at all.

"Actually, you don't have to give it back to me."

"I am willing to support the dreams of every young person."

The man took the dagger, seemed to be in a better mood, and said with a smile.

Su Yang shook his head seriously: "No, I said, it's borrowed, and if you borrow it, you have to pay it back!" ”

"Borrow..."

"It's going to be returned..."

The man muttered and repeated Su Yang's words, as if he had thought of something, and looked at Su Yang in shock, with a trace of fear in his eyes: "I... I still have something to do, so I'll go first. ”

As he spoke, the man picked up his briefcase again and left in a hurry, not even daring to turn his head back.

If memory serves...

This sentence is the mantra of that madman on Center Street!

I'm afraid I'm not meeting a big guy!

It's just that in other places, it's my luck to meet the big guy, but on this black street, I met the big guy...

It's damn bad!

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