Could it be that the seemingly honest and honest husband could call so many people to deal with him?
The drunkard saw the huge flow of people on the opposite side fifty meters away from him, thirty meters away, ten meters away...
He swore that if he could escape this disaster, he would never hook up with a married woman again, never drink again, never gamble again, never visit a prostitute again...
five meters.
The deafening footsteps completely made him lose the ability to think. He knelt down and let out a howling cry.[
The prostitute who had previously hid in the alley was now hiding in the darkness and secretly observing the scene on the street.
She is no longer young, she is already in her thirties, and has been among this generation for more than ten years, but she has never seen such a scene.
Fireworks Alley was once known as the area with the best security in Xinxiang City. It has been featured in TV newspapers and magazines many times, attracting countless outsiders to go shopping in this street, which is known as the most fashionable and popular street.
But now, the quiet and harmonious street of Firework Alley seems to have been swallowed by the devil. Many ghosts are born out of thin air, like ghosts coming out of hell, knocking on everyone's nerves.
She believed that there must be many people like her hiding in the alleys near Fireworks Alley. At this moment, they all opened their eyes wide and looked at these people on the street in disbelief.
In the entire Fireworks Alley, there were only a drunkard kneeling on the ground, unable to move, crying, and more than a hundred people holding equipment a few meters away from him.
The drunkard lay on the ground, covering his head, and his nose and tears were mixed together and smeared on the ground. He felt that the first group of people had approached him, but they did not stop, but walked around him and continued walking forward.
With.
His body was trembling, and he felt an unprecedented pressure gathering around him. He knew that these people were definitely different from the gangsters who would cause trouble on the streets in the past.
They are real underworld members who kill without blinking an eye!
The drunkard huddled on the ground, not daring to raise his head. In his ears, he could clearly hear the feet of those people stepping over him one by one, but this did not make him feel relieved.
Only then did the prostitute hiding in the darkness see these people holding different instruments. Some were already in their thirties, and some were only sixteen or seventeen years old.