Small sweet potatoes can make newborn calves not afraid of tigers, but the owner of the sand mining factory is not a newborn calf. When he learned about this, he was so scared that he almost peed on the spot.
If we only talk about courage and fighting ability, the weasel's body like dry tree bark must be ranked lower than the middle among many gangsters.
But why is he able to live so freely in this area, so many rough and tumble bastards treat him with respect, and the vendors have to honestly give him protection money with both hands every month?
Isn’t it because he has the big tree of Qin Longxiang and Qin He and his son behind him?
So who are Qin Longxiang and Qin He's father and son?
The business of skinning and deboning people, stuffing them into sacks and throwing them directly into the river to feed the fish is a familiar business!
"You little bastard, you've really screwed me up this time. Isn't your big head full of paste?"
The owner of the sand mining factory swore at Little Sweet Potato.
Little Sweet Potato is so bold that he dares to pick up a knife and stab people in the mouth, but he is a very loyal person.
If the owner of the sand mining factory hadn't taken him in, he wouldn't even know which bridge hole he was sleeping in right now.
"One person's work is the responsibility of the other. This is what I do. I am responsible for it myself and don't care about other people's affairs!"
Little Sweet Potato gritted his teeth stubbornly and said.
"You bear it?"
The owner of the sand mining factory said with a desperate look, "To put it lightly, can you afford it?
Do you know who that weasel is?"
"He has the father and son of the Qin family in Biannan District behind him. Do you know what the father and son of the Qin family do?"
"That's a living Yama who peels off skin and bones without batting an eyelid. You actually dare to stab a weasel with a knife. What's the difference between this and reaching out to stroke the beard of Yama?"
"Hey, it's useless to talk about it now. It's certain that my sand mining factory can't be saved."
"Hurry up and run away. I can only hope that they will make things difficult for me, but don't involve my family members. Oh, what a sin!"
Seeing this middle-aged man who had been kind to her, scratching his hair with both hands and squatting on the ground with a desperate look on his face, Little Digua felt extremely sad.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and walked out the door without saying a word.
I don’t know what method I used, but I soon found out that the weasel was singing in a karaoke bar.
Little Digua pushed the door open and walked in. The private room was filled with smoke, and the weasels and the gangsters who came to collect protection fees during the day were all there.
"Damn it, what the hell do you want to do!"
Seeing Little Sweet Potato opening the door and suddenly walking in from the outside, the Weasel leaped onto the sofa with a frightened cry.
The other gangsters also picked up the bottles one after another. Facing this young man who was at most fifteen or sixteen years old and carrying a huge penis, they looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"When you come out to hang out, you have to follow the rules of the world. What are the rules of the world?
That means you have to declare a challenge before taking action. Have you given me a bloody challenge?
We don’t want to attack by surprise. If you are not convinced, go back and write a letter of challenge and send it to me. We will arrange a place in the world to show off!"
The weasel tried to overwhelm this young boy with immature cheeks with his moral principles.
There were five or six of them, and they were all adults. When facing a boy who was half a head shorter than them, they turned out to be the weaker party.
Seeing that the young man was unmoved, the weasel continued, "Boy, don't be crazy. I tell you that it's best to keep a straight line. Who doesn't know my elder brother?
Mr. Qin and Brother Qin from Biannan District have a life-long friendship with me!"
Seeing that the morality of the world seemed to have no effect on this young man, Weasel quickly moved out of Qin Longxiang and Qin He's father and son.
This time the boy finally made some movement.
He slowly reached into his arms and took out a sharp fruit knife.
"Damn it, what the hell do you want to do? I told you not to mess around!"
When the weasel saw the shining blade, he felt a chill in his heart.
As a professional gangster, it is commonplace to use a knife or something, but you can't see someone who stabs someone in the heart at all times.
There is a saying that goes well, the soft is afraid of the hard, the hard is afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal is afraid of life.
There is actually another sentence behind this sentence, fear of a single-minded lunatic for your life!
The Weasel can thrive in this area. In addition to relying on the Qin family and his son, he must also be a tough and domineering person.
But this young man with a huge head in front of him has directly skipped the realm of risking his life and looks like a lunatic!
This is like a duel between martial arts masters. Facing a person who is two levels higher than yourself, how can you fight this fight?
At that time, weasels had the courage to maim people, but they did not have the courage to directly kill them.
Even if he meets a master who is desperate for his life, he will feel cowardly.
But then the boy did not attack him, but made a particularly incredible move.
"Brother Huang, one person is responsible for each person's work. I did everything today alone and it is none of other people's business."
"I came here today just to give you an explanation."
As he spoke, Little Sweet Potato suddenly raised his fruit knife and stabbed himself in the heart without even blinking!
Bang!
There was a muffled sound.
The fruit knife pierced the ribs so hard that even the blade was curled. You can imagine the strength of this knife.
In fact, it is not easy to insert a knife into the opponent's heart, because it is protected by the sternum and ribs, and the blade must be accurately inserted into the bone seam in order to penetrate into the heart.
This protective mechanism of the human body saved the weasel's life and also saved the little sweet potato's life.
But Xiao Diguo, who had not read a book for a few days, did not know this medical principle. He thought that he was not strong enough, so he raised the fruit knife again, increased the force, and once stabbed himself hard into the heart of the heart.
There was another muffled sound, this time because of too much force, the cheap fruit knife blade broke with a bang.
Little Sweet Potato's chest was bleeding, but he had no intention of stopping.
Seeing that he couldn't penetrate his chest, he held the fruit knife with only half of the blade left in his hand and wiped it hard towards his neck.
Fortunately, the weasel reacted quickly enough and stepped forward to pull the tiger's arm away.
Of course, it's not that the weasel feels pity, but if this young man dies in front of him, he will definitely not be able to escape responsibility.
"Damn it, your parents finally gave you this life, and you don't cherish it that much?"
The weasel yelled, "You're a bitch, you're pretty awesome. You're not shy about stabbing others, and you're even more confident about stabbing yourself. Damn, that's it. I'll accept my defeat. I'll just pretend this never happened!"
The weasel gave in completely.
He didn't have the guts to trade his life with a strange boy.
The little sweet potato also stopped.
Weasel looked frightened, waved his hands and said, "Do I need to take you to the hospital?"
Little Sweet Potato shook his head, tore off a piece of cloth from a pair of clothes and wrapped it around the wound a few times, then walked outside without saying a word.
"etc!"
Weasel stopped the other person, squinted his eyes and looked at the young man from head to toe, then took out a cigarette and threw it over, "Boy, do you know how to drink?"