Chapter seven hundred and eighty sixth melancholy saxophone
Yang Xuan and Long Xiaoman chatted for a few words. After hanging up the phone, he smiled apologetically at the horse bandits and said, "There have been no combat missions recently, so you should rest first."
When the group of horse bandits heard this, they were instantly disappointed.
Long Aotian begged, "Brother Yang, please think of another way. If we don't fight twice, brothers will not be able to hold it back anymore."
"Even if there is no big battle, let us fight a small one!"
Seeing the pleading expressions on each of the horse bandits, Yang Xuan really felt a little bit dumbfounded.
Normal people are looking forward to peace. Even those in the underground world such as Long Xiaoman, for them, war is a last resort. Who doesn’t want to live peacefully every day?
But this group of horse bandits is good. For them, war is like letting them have fun.
But looking at this group of horse bandits, Yang Xuan knew that he really had to find something for them to do, otherwise it would have a certain impact on morale.
In desperation, Yang Xuan had no choice but to call Weasel.
After Weasel heard what Yang Xuan asked him to do, he couldn't laugh or cry on the other end of the phone, "Brother Yang, you don't know anything about Nanjiang."
"Since you came, all those who dared to oppose us have been killed. Now our family is the only one in Nanjiang. Where can we find enemies?"
"But if you are too busy and want to practice your skills, you can go to the surrounding towns and villages to have a look."
"Those places are so poor that we don't bother to take care of them. There are some local gangsters and bullies."
Yang Xuan let out a long sigh, "Okay, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. You can immediately send the addresses of those places to my mobile phone."
"Okay, I'll send it right away. By the way, Brother Yang, when are you free recently? I haven't seen you for a long time and I want to treat you to a drink... Damn it, I won't tell you, there is a beauty!"
The weasel on the other end of the phone suddenly screamed and quickly cut off the call.
Yang Xuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking to himself that with such a virtue as Weasel, how could he still be a virgin?
However, Yang Xuan waited and waited, but never received the Weasel's message, so he had to call the phone again.
But I called several times and no one answered.
"What kind of trouble does this old Huang do again?"
Yang Xuan frowned, and when he was thinking about how to deal with this kid, Weasel suddenly called him on his own initiative.
"What the hell are you doing? Here's the message I asked you to send. Are you feeling itchy?"
Yang Xuan answered the phone and was scolded all over his face.
It took several seconds before the Weasel's crying voice came from the other end of the phone, "Brother Yang, you have to make the decision with me, I was beaten!"
"You were beaten?"
Yang Xuan felt a little confused. Although he usually scolded the weasel and hit it with his hands, it was just him.
When Long Xiaoman and Zhou Ahu spent most of their time in the provincial capital, Weasel was the absolute underground leader in Nanjiang City.
In the entire Nanjiang City, as long as the name of the weasel is reported, no matter how awesome the person is, he must be respectful.
So it's quite puzzling that he suddenly said he was beaten.
"You're just teasing me. Don't change the subject. Is there anyone who dares to beat you up in this three-thirds of an acre of Nanjiang land?"
Yang Xuan asked in disbelief.
Weasel cried on the other end of the phone, "Brother Yang, how dare I tease you? I'm really beaten."
"Hey, I can't explain this in one or two sentences. I'm on my way to the Second City Hospital now. If you don't believe me, you can come and have a look."
Yang Xuan paused for a moment, thinking that this matter was a bit strange, so he greeted Zhang Beikai and asked them to look at the bandits, while he drove straight to the Second City Hospital.
"Oh, be gentle, be gentle!"
As soon as I arrived at the door of the ward, I heard the sound of weasels crying and howling inside.
When I walked in, I saw Weasel naked, wearing only a big red briefs. He had several bloody wounds on his body, and several nurses and doctors were stitching him up.
"Brother Yang, have you seen that I really didn't lie to you!"
When the weasel saw Yang Xuan, he howled quickly.
Yang Xuan felt that something was wrong with the scars on the weasel. After staring at it carefully for a few seconds, he frowned slightly and said, "Who cut you like this?"
"It's... it's... it's two people..."
The weasel looked a little stuttered.
"How can you be a rabbit if you are not a human? I ask you who did it!"
Yang Xuan always found it very difficult to communicate with this guy.
"Brother Yang, it was two women who did it."
At this time, a boy next to him interrupted.
"Fuck, I'm so talkative, so get out of here and let you talk!"
The weasel angrily scolded the younger brother, then looked at Yang Xuan and said seriously, "Brother Yang, it is indeed a woman who hurt me."
"But this matter, it's because I'm usually more sympathetic to women. Even if I feel a little wronged, I would never attack a woman."
"Otherwise, Brother Yang, you know me. If I let go, how could I not be able to deal with two women?"
Yang Xuan squinted and asked, "Then why did you yell on the phone just now for me to avenge you?"
"this……."
Weasel was speechless for a moment, and then quickly explained, "I was joking at the time. How could I care about these two old ladies? This little injury is like scratching an itch to me."
As soon as he said this, a nurse next to him hurriedly pointed at the needle and said, "Dr. Wang, no, there's not enough anesthetic!"
The doctor nodded calmly, then looked up at the weasel and said, "Sir, you just said you're not afraid of pain, right? That's easy. We don't have enough anesthetic, so just make do with it."
"Fuck, I didn't mean that...ah!"
The screams like a weasel killing a pig came from the ward.
Yang Xuan next to him didn't sympathize with him at all. He thought that this kid deserved what he deserved. Who told him to pretend to be cool?
After finishing the stitches, Weasel wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and explained, "The scene was too bloody. I was afraid of scaring a few nurses, so I used loud shouting to divert their attention."
A nurse covered her mouth and chuckled, "Then we have to thank you."
"You're welcome. It has always been my code of conduct to care for women and girls. By the way, nurse, I'm currently writing a collection of poems about nurses. If it's convenient, please add me on WeChat. I just want to ask for your advice."
The weasel smiled at the nurse.
The little nurse probably thought Weasel was quite interesting, so she didn't refuse. She took out her phone and scanned Weasel.
"Melancholy Saxophone?"
The nurse was stunned, "Why did you choose such a name?"
The weasel sighed softly, looked up at the ceiling at a forty-five degree angle, with a vicissitudes of life expression on his face, and said slowly, "There are some things that I don't need to say more, just let them go with the wind."
Next to him, Yang Xuan had reached the limit of his endurance. He stretched out his hand and slapped this guy on the forehead, "Can you stop pretending to be so cool and ask you a question: how did you get hurt just now? What does the person who hurt you look like?"
So, do you know that your kid has already been around the gate of hell!"