Inside the scenic villa.

Everyone was struggling all night and was very tired. After sitting in the hall and chatting for a while, they all went back to their rooms to rest.

Fu Zhisong's room was on the second floor. After he returned to the room, he took off his T-shirt, looked down at his wound. Seeing that the gauze was slightly bleeding, he picked up his luggage bag and found medical cotton swabs, iodine, disinfectant and other items from it. He simply treated the gunshot wound that was almost closed.

Turning on the air conditioner, Fu Zhisong was about to go to the bathroom to wash his face, and then went to bed, but unexpectedly the doorbell rang.

"Who?"

"Brother Song, can you open the door?" The woman's shout rang out outside the door.

Fu Zhisong pulled the door open, and when he saw that it was Sister Fei, he was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"I'm really sorry, Brother Song, there's a problem with the shower head in my bathroom. The water flow is very small and I can't take a shower." Sister Fei said with a slightly rosy cheek: "Buntu and the others are also washing, so I want to borrow it..."

"Ah, do you want to take a shower?" Fu Zhisong replied carelessly: "I just happened to have to take a shower too, let's come in together."

After hearing the sound, Sister Fei's pretty face instantly turned purple and red. She looked at Fu Zhisong awkwardly and turned around and was about to leave.

"Haha, I'm having fun with you." Fu Zhisong smiled: "You use it, I'll go to Qiao Shuai's room."

"I'll wash it in a while. Please trouble you, Brother Song." Sister Fei nodded obediently and thanked.

"It's okay, you rub it well." Fu Zhisong said with a teasing voice: "I will live in that house tonight. You can wash it as long as you want."

"I'm so embarrassed. I'm the same room as two, can you sleep well?"

"It's not that particular. I've slept in the room of more than a dozen people." Fu Zhisong walked out of the room with his shirtless and without even wearing any clothes: "You go and wash, I'll go to bed."

Sister Fei looked back at Fu Zhisong, lowered her head and stuck out her tongue, stepped into his room, locked the door.

After entering the house and looking around, Sister Fei whispered: "The room is quite clean."

Sister Fei reached out and pushed open the bathroom door, walked in, tied up her hair, turned her head and was about to turn on the faucet when she saw the blood-stained gauze thrown in the trash can.

"...Isn't it hurt just now?" Sister Fei blinked and cleaned up the trash can.

...

In the room on the edge of the second floor.

Fu Zhisong sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at Qiao Shuai squintly and said, "It's time to play with the computer, don't you sleep?"

"There is a young and ignorant girl who just got married... she is not very harmonious with her husband, so I would like to advise her." Qiao Shuai was typing on the keyboard.

Fu Zhisong cursed when he heard the sound, "...slut, you will die sooner or later."

"Brother Song, it's not that I'm talking about you. That little girl has gone into your room. How could you still come out? How good is this..."

"Shut up, just keep your mouth shut, I'm going to bed." Fu Zhisong covered the quilt and interrupted the other party's words directly.

Qiao Shuai shut up when she heard the sound, stared at the notebook, and still stayed up late to persuade the girl to have a harmonious family.

...

About half an hour later, four cars with license plates drove in the scenic area compound and parked next to a roundabout section that could be accessed from front, back, left and right.

After the convoy stopped, a young man stepped out of the car and walked to the side of the villa with great strides.

After another ten minutes, the young man ran back quickly, pulled the passenger door of the first car and said, "It's that villa. I saw their car at the door."

"Is the light on?" asked the person in the car.

"Only two rooms have lights on, and most of them seem to be asleep." The young man replied.

After speaking, the dark man sitting in the car jumped down with a **** and cursed with a fierce look on his face: "They have guns, please pay attention."

"What a fucking thing?" The fat man in the back seat touched his crotch with lingering fear and said, "I think that group of people are not easy to mess with."

"I admit that I was beaten, but I was stripped of my pants and put on a cement wall in public. Is this a man so fucking unable to bear it?!" The dark young man said to others, "Can you bear it? If this matter is spread to the group, we will be a joke."

Several young people who had experienced the experience of quarreling against the wall were furious when they heard this.

In the two cars behind, the people who came to help the boxing were watching them laugh.

"Fuck your mother, get him!" Another young man in the car shouted with his eyes, and got out of the car with a knife.

"Walk."

The dark young man greeted everyone and rushed to the front and rushed towards the villa.

...

Two or three minutes later, at the front of the villa.

"Bang!"

A young man held a baseball stick and lowered his head and smashed the door lock. The gilded door handle broke on the spot and the lock core spring jumped out.

"Bang!"

The dark young man raised his leg and kicked the wooden door: "Damn it, kill him."

After speaking, more than 20 people rushed into the villa with weapons. But there was no one in the lobby on the first floor, and there was only one nanny room and no one lived in it, so they all came to the second floor.

In the room.

"Fuck, what's the noise?!"

Qiao Shuai had just finished washing up and was about to apply a mask before going to bed, but as soon as he left the bathroom, he heard deafening footsteps.

"Break the door open."

"Make this."

"Roll in, rush in."

“…!”

The young man who rushed in outside was communicating in local dialect and spoke very fast. But Qiao Shuai has been here for many years. Although he cannot communicate with locals without barriers in Burmese, he can still distinguish the content by simply listening to the other party.

"Brother Song, fuck, stop sleeping, someone is here." Qiao Shuai tore off the mask on his face, turned around and pushed Fu Zhisong twice.

"What are you doing?!" Fu Zhisong opened his eyes in a daze.

"Someone rushed in." Qiao Shuai replied quickly.

When Fu Zhisong heard this, he instinctively touched under the pillow, but when he stretched out his hand, he remembered that he was in Qiao Shuai's room: "Do you have a gun in this room?"

"Fuck, the gun is in Wang Zhanlei's house."

...

The first room on the second floor.

In fact, when Wang Zhanlei arrived near the stairs on the first floor, he vaguely heard the movement. However, after being awakened during deep sleep, his brain was delayed, so after he woke up, he was stunned for a second or two before he felt that the footsteps downstairs were too complicated and too hurrying.

At this time, Wang Zhanlei pounced on his shoulder and sat up, turning around and was about to take a gun.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was kicked open from outside, and four or five people rushed in with their guys.

"grass!"

In desperation, Wang Zhanlei turned over and rolled up, and his body was exposed to everyone's eyes because he had always had the habit of sleeping at level A.

"Take him to death!"

A young man rushed up, raised his legs and kicked Wang Zhanlei's chest, and then raised his hand and wanted to chop with a knife.

Wang Zhanlei was kicked and staggered on the chair. He picked up the vase, like a dunk, and slammed the other party's head with a bang.

At the same time, as soon as Sister Fei, who had just finished taking a shower, she saw more than a dozen people running towards her.

"ah!!!"
Chapter completed!