I don’t know when this village started. The adults were very far-sighted and wanted to develop children’s sports. Therefore, a playground was built in the center of the village.

Of course, this is not so much a playground as it is an empty mud field. The only sports equipment that exists is the cement stone platform in the middle, which is used to play table tennis.

At this moment, in this open space, there are densely packed villagers, and all around are young and dangerous young men with fierce looks, holding machetes and sticks.

Each of these guys had extremely evil smiles on their faces at this moment. The previous rape and robbery had given them enough pleasure, and each one of them was still recalling the feeling before.

A man with a mustache next to him wiped his mouth and said with a smile to a subordinate next to him: "Hey, how is it? You didn't feel happy just now!"

"Come on, you don't know. There was a 25-year-old young woman just now. It was called water. It screamed when she got it, not to mention how comfortable it was. How about it? Brother, did you get it?

It feels good." The mazai grinned, quickly took out the cigarette from his pocket, handed it to the mustache, and said with a smile with a ecstatic expression.

The mustache took the cigarette unceremoniously, took two strong puffs, and said with a sullen look: "What do you mean by that? I just fucked a twelve-year-old girl, wow.

It was so tight. When I inserted it, the little girl was in so much pain that I felt so happy when I saw her expression. After that, I caught another native chicken and grilled it. It was so delicious.

So cool!"

This mustache is so beastly that even a twelve-year-old girl is not spared. Moreover, seeing what he said, the people around him were actually laughing so wildly.

So yd.

"Hey, brother! You said we have already taken what we should take. There is no use keeping these guys. Why not just kill them all." The boy pretended to look over and looked at the guy.

The crowd in the center of the venue asked in confusion.

It is really the so-called "a general is like a raging enemy, and a den of soldiers is like a raging army." There are just as many younger brothers as there are bosses.

After hearing this, the mustache rolled his eyes at the younger brother and cursed angrily: "You idiot! You have been with the boss for so long and you still don't understand such a simple truth."

"Yes, yes, please give me some advice, brother!"

When the young man heard this, he quickly obeyed, bowed his head respectfully, and kept swaying his beard to show his goodwill.

The mustache took a long puff of the cigarette, then raised his head, put on a pose that he thought was cool, blew out the smoke in his mouth, and said in a arrogant voice: "I've heard of what the puppet army did back then.

The one who strangulated the Eighth Route Army?"

"This... I've never heard of this."

Then Ma Zai was depressed for a while. You said they are now in the black society. Who knows the history? If he hadn't stolen cattle when he was studying, and he is uneducated now, who would come here to do this?

"Tsk, tsk, gangsters are not scary, but they are uneducated!"
Chapter completed!