At this time, the waterproof tape on Zhao Penghui's mouth had been torn off. Zhao Penghui, who had just been able to speak, ignored the tearing pain in his mouth and shouted to Lu Xiaobei while breaking away from the two people holding him.
"Brother Bei, please leave me alone and run away!" Zhao Penghui is nearly a year younger than Lu Xiaobei, so he always calls Lu Xiaobei "Brother Bei".
The word "brother" is not only because Lu Xiaobei is older than Zhao Penghui, but more importantly, Zhao Penghui admires Lu Xiaobei from the bottom of his heart. He almost obeys Lu Xiaobei's words. Maybe in school, Zhao Penghui is
He has been the boss for nearly three years, but since becoming brothers with Lu Xiaobei, he will ask Lu Xiaobei for anything he does, and he will continue to do it only if Lu Xiaobei allows him to do it.
Zhao Penghui knew deeply that his brother Bei was reaching out, and if he wanted to escape now, it would be easy.
But how could Lu Xiaobei escape? Even if Yang Laoer opens the door of the nightclub and invites him out, he will never take a step back, because if he leaves, his brother Zhao Penghui will definitely be hurt even more.
"Send my brother out first, and I will stay. Seeing that my brother is gone, I will leave my hand to you!" Lu Xiaobei said neither humble nor overbearing.
"Okay! Brothers, throw this kid out of the gate." After Yang Laoer said that, a few boys carried Zhao Penghui out of the gate, threw Zhao Penghui outside, and then locked the gate tightly. Although
Zhao Penghui banged on the door as hard as he could, and shouted with all his strength to no avail.
Zhao Penghui has never shed a tear. Even yesterday, when he was blocked by Mr. Yang’s subordinates and kidnapped back to the nightclub, and then beaten almost the whole night, Zhao Penghui never shed a tear. Men don’t cry. He has always believed that
I am a man, and a man should have the fortitude of a man. However, now, Zhao Penghui, who thought he was a man, cried. He knelt at the door and cried heartbrokenly. He still did not give up beating the door, but at this time
He was already exhausted.
"Brother Bei...Brother Bei...I'm sorry for you..." Zhao Penghui regretted why he didn't run faster last night and why he didn't get rid of the pursuit of seven men. He even blamed himself for taking Brother Bei to Liehuo Nightclub yesterday, blaming him
Why did he flirt with a prostitute? He regretted it, but there was no use regretting it. Nothing could go back. What could he do now...
Lu Xiaobei had a knife on his neck. He could still hear Zhao Penghui shouting outside the door just now, but at this moment, the door became quiet. The air froze in front of his eyes, and the knife was coldly pressed against his throat.
Yang Laoer showed a winner's smile on his face. He has always been a person who refuses to admit defeat. In the entire Hua Gang, his value cannot be ignored.
"It takes your life or your hands." Yang Laoer sat on a chair in front of Lu Xiaobei, with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth. Lu Xiaobei didn't know how to smoke, so he couldn't tell from the smoke that it was a cigarette.
What brand was it? He only knew that the entire cigarette was brown, seemed to be wrapped in a withered yellow leaf, and was much thicker than ordinary cigarettes. It wasn't until a few years later that Lu Xiaobei took his first puff of a cigar.
I still suddenly think of the scene that happened today.
"Whatever you want!" Lu Xiaobei's answer exceeded Yang Laoer's expectation. Yang Laoer would not kill him. If Lu Xiaobei could kneel down and beg him to let this horse go, it is very likely that the other one would
He could save his hand, but when Lu Xiaobei answered like this, Yang Laoer became a little angry, and he began to imagine in his mind the scene of Lu Xiaobei dying under his own knife.
Yang Laoer is almost thirty, and a fifteen-year-old child would not lose such a temper. But Yang Laoer did not regard Lu Xiaobei as a child, and there was no trace of virginity in Lu Xiaobei's eyes.
He was immature. An ordinary child would cry when being held by a knife, and would even wet his pants in fear. However, Lu Xiaobei didn't cry. There was no trace of fear on his face, and he seemed to be still provocative in his words.
Yang Laoer tried his best to calm down his violent temper. He didn't like to kill people with a machete because of trivial matters. After all, he still had a few lives on his body, and he would be uneasy if he added this one. Although evil retribution is not guaranteed
All will be repaid to the evildoers, but evildoers are afraid of retribution. Killing one more person will give retribution an opportunity for revenge.
"Boy, don't be so crazy. I know you must be very scared now. If you kneel down and beg me, I might let you go." Yang Laoer said.
"Haha... don't even think about it!" Lu Xiaobei laughed wildly.
"What the fuck! Tie him up first, and then beat him to death!" Yang Laoer was really angry this time!
Lu Xiaobei was tied up with thick hemp ropes. He was tied very close and was very tired. His limbs were firmly fixed. Lu Xiaobei could not move his whole body now and could only rely on the strength of his waist to beat. However, Lu Xiaobei
The first stick he received was on his waist, and Lu Xiaobei was knocked to the ground with one stick. Then seven or eight people with baseball bats and pickaxes hit Lu Xiaobei. Ordinarily, this kind of group fight was not allowed.
It should have hit the head, but the stick had no eyes, so Lu Xiaobei's head was inevitably hit a few times. Although it didn't blow his head open, it was still enough to choke him.
While Lu Xiaobei was suffering from huge pain, he was thinking that his brother Zhao Penghui must have been beaten like this last night. With such force, an ordinary person would be beaten to death within an hour, but Zhao Penghui was enough
It lasted four hours, but how long would Lu Xiaobei himself be beaten?
One stick after another was swung at Lu Xiaobei's body, without giving Lu Xiaobei any chance to stop. The people wielding the sticks were so tired that they were sweating, but they still did not stop beating Lu Xiaobei.
Lu Xiaobei was lying on the ground, his whole body exposed, and allowed to be beaten with sticks. He seemed to have returned to the time when he first entered the juvenile detention center. When the prisoners in the cell beat him for entertainment, he did not know how to fight back.
He was allowed to be bullied and humiliated by other prisoners. He had suffered many such beatings in the cell, and it had become a daily routine for him. But since Lu Xiaobei established his authority in the cell, no one dared to touch him. Now, this
The feeling of being bullied came back again, and Lu Xiaobei became angry. The vicious and rampant devil buried deep in his heart seemed to be breaking out of his shell again!
"Ah!" Lu Xiaobei shouted loudly, veins all over his body burst out, and his muscles instantly piled up. He was like a beast tightly restrained by shackles, roaring crazily, and using all his strength to break free from the thick hemp rope.
With a sound of "Bang!", he broke one of the hemp ropes on Lu Xiaobei's body. When one of the hemp ropes broke, the other hemp ropes lost their ability to bind people, and all fell off from Lu Xiaobei's body.
Everyone present was shocked. They didn't expect that a fifteen-year-old child with such a small body... could actually break the hemp rope and break it. What kind of strength and explosive power was...
Lu Xiaobei broke free of the hemp rope like a wild horse, or more descriptively, a beast that broke out of the cage...