The driver happened to be a young man in his twenties. Cai Zhiyong became even more angry and shouted loudly: "Do you really think that we old guys are all dead?!" After that, he punched the man in the face.
He was beaten to a pulp, and stars were flying in front of his eyes. Although there were four or five people sitting in the car, none of them dared to say a word. They all lowered their heads and pretended not to notice. At the same time,
His body kept swaying.
"I...we were just passing by..." The driver who was beaten was dizzy, but fortunately he was still conscious. Before Cai Zhiyong started his second attack, he hurriedly said something, hoping to be forgiven.
"Stop playing tricks with me." Cai Zhiyong released him and shouted: "Go and walk nearby for a while. Come back in twenty minutes to clean up the mess and clean up the blood on the ground!"
The man fell into the car, gasping for air as if he had been granted amnesty. Without delaying for a moment, he turned the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator. The two police cars screamed and quickly left the scene without leaving any traces. Cleaned up.
Seeing the obstacle, Cai Zhiyong yawned, held a cigarette in his mouth leisurely, and walked towards Lin Yufeng with the machete in hand.
Lin Yufeng was nailed to the tree and could not move, but he was hurling insults and muttering incessantly. Cai Zhiyong walked over and said: "Originally, in my capacity, I would lose my standing with a junior like you, but you have such a bad mouth.
It has to be treated. Now I have decided not only to chop off your limbs, but also to cut out your tongue."[
"Hehe." Lin Yufeng said with a smile: "If I curse you, you will cut off my tongue; then I don't know how many times I have been arguing with your mother in my head, so you should cut off my head as well!"
"You want to die? I won't let you die." Cai Zhiyong sneered, raised the knife and was about to chop it down on Lin Yufeng's arm. Suddenly his eyes froze slightly, and his eyes fell on the handle of the knife on Lin Yufeng's lower back.
A withered yellow leaf was falling peacefully on it.
"Why don't you take action?" Lin Yufeng turned his back to Cai Zhiyong and couldn't see his expression, but he still cursed: "Is it possible that I finally found out that I am your long-lost grandfather and can't bear to take action?" He knew that he was in a difficult position.
To escape this disaster, I can curse as much as I can, at least I can't suffer any loss.
Cai Zhiyong's heart trembled slightly, and he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the top of the tree. It was almost late autumn, and the top of the tree was completely bare. How could there be half a leaf? It can be seen from this that the leaves falling on the handle of the knife definitely did not fall from the top of the tree.
came down.
Cai Zhiyong took two steps back, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he tremblingly said: "Ye...Ye Piaofei is here too! Black butterflies and Ye Piaofei came out at the same time, are they really going to take Cai's life?!"
"You are a black butterfly with flying leaves, are you reciting a spell? I can't tell you are a great dancer. There are really all kinds of monsters and monsters in the Tianxing Club, and there are ghosts and monsters everywhere!" Lin Yufeng wanted to anger Cai Zhiyong, what a rag.
Hats were put on his head so that he could give himself a good time.
Cai Zhiyong seemed not to hear anything, but stared blankly at the leaf, with sweat pouring down his forehead. Not to mention cutting off Lin Yufeng's limbs, he didn't even dare to take a step forward. Because he knew that no matter what,
Whether it was the ink-colored butterfly just now or the withered yellow leaves now, they both represent death!