In the gambling game, Fu Zhisong threw the coffee table at the crowd, then stepped forward and ran towards the back door.

“Get out of here!”

"Fuck your mother, get out of here!"

“…!”

Xia Yong's brother chased after him with a knife while cursing the crowd in the corridor.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Fu Zhisong ran to the back door, reached out and swung the trash can, and while smashing it, he opened the hidden iron door, and then rushed out in a mess.

At the back door, several gamblers were hungry and were standing under the windowsill grilling lamb skewers. As soon as Fu Zhisong rushed out, he was shocked by the few people.

"You run again?"

"Kill you to death!"

After Xia Yong's brothers rushed out, they shouted and cursed, and swung the machete toward Fu Zhisong's body. Fu Zhisong staggered back several steps, picked up the grilled lamb skewers on the stove with his right hand, blocked his left hand and rushed into the crowd.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

“…!”

After Fu Zhisong felt the coldness coming from his left arm, he closed his eyes, grabbed four or five mutton skewers in his right hand, and stabbed the crowd with a sharp iron drill head.

"Ao!"

A young man couldn't dodge, his cheeks were pierced by iron drills on the spot, and blood flowed down. Fu Zhisong's own courage was not afraid of anyone, and now he had been chopped, so he grabbed the barbecue with both hands, so he was completely red-eyed.

"Hulala!"

After the barbecue stove was lifted up, coal with flames inside flew out in the air!

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Fu Zhisong had red eyes and smashed the crowd with a barbecue. He beat six or seven people away. After running away with his head, he heard a sound in his ears.

"Komatsu, get in the car, get in the car quickly!"

The tall and thin junior brother stole a shabby 125 motorcycle from somewhere, and he shouted at Fu Zhisong in a hurry.

"Bang!"

Fu Zhisong threw the stove at the two young men on the left, turned around and ran to the side of the road, and stepped onto the motorcycle in one step.

“Buzz!”

The motor sounded loudly, and the 125 motorcycle disappeared on the rural dirt road in an instant. Fu Zhisong looked down at his hands, and at this moment they were all scalded, swollen and broken. The blisters of all sizes bulged up almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there were at least four or five deep bone-deep knife wounds on his left arm.

"Mom, who are these people?" The tall and thin junior brother cursed in a voice: "Why do you want to kill me?"

"It's the one who watched the scene in a gambling game." Fu Zhisong replied gasping and suddenly asked again: "Where are them?"

"I ran apart and jumped into the window, it seemed."

"Did you see the kid I came with?" Fu Zhisong was not very worried about the other two brothers. One was that they had a good face and Xia Yong didn't know them. The other was that these two were experienced and there should be no problem dealing with this situation, so he only asked Xiao An with concern.

"You said the one who drove?" The tall and thin junior brother asked back.

"Yes, that's that kid, did you see it?"

"I didn't pay attention, he seemed to be running through the back door." The tall and thin junior brother immediately responded: "When I saw the situation just now, my car would definitely not be able to drive, so I went to build a motorcycle next to me. Look, I just pulled the big line!"

"Fuck, stop the car quickly!" Fu Zhisong immediately called out.

"Cruff!"

After saying that, the motorcycle stopped on the side of the road. Fu Zhisong endured the heartache from his hands, gritted his teeth and took out his cell phone and dialed Xiao An's phone number.

I called three times in a row, but no one answered the phone.

"Fuck, I have to go back!" Fu Zhisong said anxiously to his junior brother.

"Go back? You're fucking shit in your head. Those people are not allowed to give you food when you go back?!" The tall and thin junior brother asked in confusion: "Do you have a good relationship with that child?"

"I don't know much, a friend's brother."

"Then please don't care about him!" The three views of the thin young brother and Fu Zhisong are basically consistent, because they were brought by the same master after all, so in the concept of the thin young brother, if you are not a very close friend, there is no need to put yourself in danger.

"You don't understand. I just came to this company. The child came to help me. If something happened to me, why would I stay in the company?" Fu Zhisong immediately urged: "Go, drive, go back!"

"...What if we can't get out?" The tall and thin junior brother asked with a squinted look.

"Then don't go, I'll go by myself."

"Fuck, let me tell you, we are also brought by a master. Otherwise, I won't even bring my dear brother back." Although the thin young brother said a bit exaggeratedly, he really gritted his teeth and turned around after a series of struggles in his heart: "Come on, go back quickly!"

...

After the two of them finished their discussion, they rode a motorcycle back to the gambling game. As soon as they got off the car, they picked up a thick-backed kitchen knife from the barbecue stall where they had just fought.

"Bang!"

The two of them were holding knives and just about to rush into the gambling game, they saw many people watching the fun around a jeep and chatting.

"Fuck, don't we just park our car over there?" The tall and thin junior brother reminded.

"Let's go and take a look." Fu Zhisong put his knife in his arms and rushed towards the crowd with big strides.

"Give it!"

"Come on, buddy, let me go!"

“…!”

The two of them squeezed through the crowd with difficulty and looked up at the jeep. It was the Toyota 4000 that Xiao An drove.

The body of the jeep is full of knife marks, the glass on the left side is broken, and the driving position, the windshield glass, and the steering wheel are covered with blood... bloody handprints...

Fu Zhisong was stunned when he saw this scene.

"Brother, what's going on? Have you seen it?" The tall and thin junior brother turned his head and asked the gambler who was watching the fun next to him.

"Fuck, you dare to come back, aren't you afraid that those people will block you?" The gambler obviously recognized Fu Zhisong and the thin junior brother.

"I'm asking you, why did this car crash?" Fu Zhisong also stepped forward and asked.

"The child who came with you was blocked by Xia Yong and the others when he was about to drive. Seven or eight people were chopping around the car and dragged the child out and took him away." A manager in the gambling game opened his mouth and explained, and then urged him again: "Listen to my advice, you can go quickly. There are so many people in this place. What if Xia Yong knows that you two are back...will you two have any more?"

Fu Zhisong was stunned at the smashed Toyota Jeep, his mind full of Xiao An being dragged away.

...

About half an hour later.

When Fu Zhisong was about to go to the l and contact Xia Yong directly for negotiation, Shen Tianze called his phone.

"Hello?!"
Chapter completed!