In Fireworks Alley, at the entrance of the Wutang Fight Club of the Wolf Gang, two security guards, one fat and one thin, stood on the left and right. As the weather got warmer, the two of them also changed into clothes that were not so thick and bulky.
"Spring has arrived again..." the fat security guard suddenly said nervously.
"The catkins are flying all over the sky." The thin security guard answered tacitly.
"The warm breeze blows the peach blossoms," the fat security guard continued.
"The elm money has sprung up." The thin security guard also responded immediately. It turns out that the two of them were playing with each other's lyrics here. After all, life is so boring, so you have to find some fun by yourself.[
It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and there were not many people on the street. Occasionally, a drunk man smelling of alcohol and a seductive woman walked by. Naturally, these did not interest the two security guards.
Suddenly, a van drove slowly and stopped directly at the club's gate, in front of the two security guards.
The two security guards narrowed their eyes, but before they could say anything, two more vans stopped behind.
I had never seen any of these three cars before, and I had a vague feeling that they were all full of people.
Here to pick a fight!
The two security guards had this idea at the same time, then looked at each other, clenched their fists at the same time, and were ready to report at any time.
Dare to challenge the authority of the Wolf Gang Wutang, something that has never happened in so many years.
The car door was opened, and a scarred young man walked out. Almost his whole body was covered with wounds, and the blood-stained appearance was unbearable.
"Zhou Ming?!" The two security guards, fat and thin, shouted in surprise.
"It's me." Zhou Ming looked very weak, but when he saw the two security guards, he smiled: "Long time no see, do you miss me?"
"You little bastard, did you get into a fight somewhere again and come here to heal?" The fat security guard smiled like a Maitreya Buddha. Both of them had a good relationship with Zhou Ming. Originally, he saw that Zhou Ming's body was covered with scars and some...
I was worried, but I found out that Zhou Ming could walk on his own and joke, so I knew it was nothing serious.
"You really guessed it right." Zhou Ming shakily took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for the two security guards.
"Okay, stop being verbose and hurry in." Although the two security guards knew that Zhou Ming was fine, they still felt distressed to see him like this. After all, they had watched this child grow up step by step.
"I definitely want to go in, but..." Zhou Ming showed a trace of embarrassment on his face.