Meng Xiaoan is not the kind of unreasonable person, but it depends on the situation. He is afraid when he thinks about it now. What if that gangster splashed his sister's face with boiling water or sulfuric acid? What would happen?
So? Meng Xiaoan didn't dare to think about it anymore. He looked at his palms, which were sweating. If something happened to his sister's face, he wouldn't know how to comfort her. Although her sister usually didn't say anything about his appearance.
But there is no girl who doesn’t like her beauty. So Meng Xiaoan is now afraid.
The Salt Gang? Meng Xiaoan sneered. Although he would not go on a killing spree, at the very least, he would let that bastard die, a miserable death.
The car parked steadily in front of a billiard room.
There were three or four gangsters standing there chatting, not whistling at the beautiful women walking by the road.
When those gangsters saw a high-end car coming into the billiard room, they immediately ran to the front of the car.
I thought someone from the Yan Gang came here to play pool.
However, to the surprise of the gangsters, what came down was an unknown person, a young man with a spring breeze-like smile on his face.
"Is the knife here?" Meng Xiaoan smiled. The more this happened, the gentler the smile on his face became.
"Are you looking for a knife?" A gangster asked suspiciously. When did Gouri's knife know such a rich master? He is so awesome that he had to tell himself.
"Look for him."
"Who are you?" The gangster nodded and bowed, "I've never seen you."
"Who am I?" Meng Xiaoan smiled again, then grabbed the man's hair with one hand, and then hit his knee, knocking his front teeth out. The bloody teeth flew out.
In mid-air. The whole process only lasted a second. There was no time to call or react. The remaining gangsters were completely dumbfounded. What is going on? "The knife is inside, right?" Meng Xiaoan asked again.
Asked once. "Yes, yes." A person asked subconsciously, but the next second, Meng Xiaoan's hand once again grabbed his hair, and directly threw his body like a ball, and finally
The two gangsters finally recovered from the shock, but Meng Xiaoan stopped playing such low-level games with them, and instead called him Situ. Situ took a step forward, just like that, and came to the back of Meng Xiaoan.
He was two heads taller than the two gangsters. Situ held one in his left hand and one in his right hand, holding the collars of the two gangsters like ducks. Then, while the two gangsters were stunned, he came directly
As they collided with each other, the two gangsters let out shrill screams, their eyes were filled with stars, and their brains went blank. They felt that their brains were all mush. Situ didn't kill these little gangsters, so there's no point in doing so.
If he wants to kill someone, then he must kill a big shot. Playing such little tricks with such a small gangster is lowering his status. Meng Xiaoan looked at Situ and smiled, a very strange smile, seeming to have beaten him to death.
The body is on.
More than a dozen gangsters were playing table tennis boredly in the billiards room.
After seeing Situ and Meng Xiaoan coming out, he didn't immediately step forward to kill them.
They cherish their own lives more than anyone else and depend on the wind.
Meng Xiaoan and Situ came in, so what are their identities? They should know that this is the territory of the Salt Gang.
It seems that there are not many people who can influence the Salt Gang.
So they wouldn't be anxious at all and just use a knife or something to kill these two people. They should first find out their situation clearly.
"Who are you?" a gangster who was obviously the leader asked Situ.
Situ was originally in the front, but now he suddenly retreated, resumed his identity as driver and bodyguard, and stood behind Meng Xiaoan.
Meng Xiaoan smiled: "Who is the knife?"
"I am. Who are you?" A man came out with an obscene face, small eyes, and a cigarette in his mouth, looking very arrogant.
"Are you the knife?" Meng Xiaoan asked. He seemed unsure.
"I am, you are looking for me?" Daozi also looked at the boy strangely. Meng Xiaoan said: "That's good, if you weren't Daozi, they would be in trouble. Well, I'm not a cold-blooded person, I'm just
I’ll just give you a good stomp, but you won’t die.”
The knife squeaked: "Are you out of your mind?"
"My brain is flooded?" Meng Xiaoan suddenly looked at him, "Oh, yes, maybe my brain is flooded." Meng Xiaoan looked at it and held the cue stick, "I don't know if this cue stick went in."
What sound does your body make?"
"Who knows what nonsense you are talking about?" Daozi sneered, "Who are you?"
"My name is Meng Xiaoan." Meng Xiaoan smiled, and then stepped in front of Daozi, a gangster who had lived for more than twenty years but had not lived enough.
Meng Xiaoan didn't just come in front of it.
And that club.
Situ thought to himself, what a cold-blooded bastard.
The one-meter-long billiard cue reached the middle of Knife's chest.
Those gangsters stared at Meng Xiaoan. Finally, someone shouted and chopped the kid. One by one, they came out with machetes to chop Meng Xiaoan.
Situ didn't like playing house with such little minions, but Meng Xiaoan seemed to enjoy watching this kind of playing house game.
Twenty seconds later, Situ defeated all these gangsters.
One by one, they fell to the ground in pain.
As for the knife, he was panting heavily, and when he took a breath, blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.
Meng Xiaoan stood in front of him, keeping the fear of death in his eyes. He did not show a sneer, but asked kindly: "Does it hurt?"
The knife wants to curse people, curse mothers, do you think it hurts? A person's chest was stabbed with a powerful club like this, do you think it hurts?
"It doesn't hurt?"
Meng Xiaoan asked about the knife like a devil.
Daozi could only express his anger towards Meng Xiaoan with his eyes.
"Does it really stop hurting? Should I scream?"
Meng Xiaoan showed a charming smile, and then shook the club with his finger.
This movement made Dao Zi's lungs tremble.
"If it hurts, just scream, don't grit your teeth like that."
It's not that Dao Zi didn't want to scream, it was just that he was in so much pain that he forgot to scream.
"You are such a cold-blooded person." Situ finally said.
Meng Xiaoan laughed loudly, "Am I cold-blooded? If I were cold-blooded, I would have killed his whole family long ago. Do you think it was a knife?"
The knife is silent.
"By the way, do you have any brothers or sisters?"
Daozi's consciousness slowly became blurry.
Meng Xiaoan, why did this young man treat me so cruelly instead of killing him?
