"What's the noise about? Didn't you see Brother Qi sleeping?" A voice sounded like a saw.
Lao Zhang's expression changed and his throat rang. Standing in front of the cell, Lao Meng was so frightened that he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and glared at them several times.
When Lao Zhang wasn't paying attention, Xihua pushed his head hard against his nose. Lao Zhang covered his nose and blood flowed from his fingers. Although he looked at Xihua with murderous eyes, he didn't dare to step forward.
Lao Meng glanced at Xihua, rushed over and whispered: "Be careful, I will kill you." The cell door was opened, and it was the prisoner who opened it from the inside.
Meng Xiaoan asked another question: "Xihua, what did they ask you at the police station just now?"
"I was sleeping at the time." Xihua smiled.
The middle-aged man with a scar on his head came out, with a pair of triangular eyes that were scary to look at. He walked slowly, as if he was walking in the garden, with a cigarette in his mouth.
His hands were big and his fingers were stubby. If Meng Xiaoan made a fist and exerted force instantly, a cow would fall down.
"Are these two boys?"
Lao Meng nodded with a smile on his face: "Yes, Brother Huo, please take more care of me."
"Okay, I know." The man named Brother Huo said with an impatient look on his face, "Brother Qi wants to drink some red wine for breakfast tomorrow. You can bring it over as soon as possible."
"Yes Yes Yes."
Brother Huo's voice was lukewarm: "Do you want to come in by yourself or let me carry you in?"
Before entering prison, Meng Xiaoan had five or six versions of Brother Qi in his mind, but after he actually met Brother Qi, none of those five or six versions were relevant.
The seven people stood casually or leaned against the wall. The two at the front were overweight fat men. They were probably similar to O'Neal. Their skin was as black as coal, their heads were bald, and there was a red tiger descending the mountain tattoo on their right arm.
Behind the two fat men were two young men about twenty-three or four years old, both with indifferent faces and short hair. Their sharp eyes glanced at them coldly. Behind them were two sturdy middle-aged men.
The one on the right has a face covered with pockmarks and a pair of sinister eyes, like poisonous snakes. His right ear was cut off by something unknown. On the left is a man with a crew cut with deep dark circles under his eyes, an unsuitable baby face, and his mouth
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, there was also an unexpectedly short old man sitting in a corner with his head drooped. He had a half-white beard, half-hundred-thick hair, and not many teeth.
The seventh brother was sleeping on the bed, lying on his side. Meng Xiaoan could only see that he was quite tall. Could he be an old man? He had silver-grey hair.
The sound of Brother Huo closing the door was heard behind him.
The seventh brother coughed a few times and turned over. Xihua's brain short-circuited for a few seconds. The contrast was too great. He had a very pretty face, a pair of peach blossom eyes, and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. When he smiled, his cheeks had two cute features.
He has dimples. He doesn't look like a member of the underworld, but more like a college student. It's just that his hair is silver-gray.
"Hey, boy, are you so arrogant that you don't even say hello when you see us?" The earless one chuckled, "You are so brave."
Meng Xiaoan glanced at it, you guys are not just a bunch of greenbacks. Really pay attention to that old man.
"You're a smart boy. Your mother didn't teach you how to learn well. You still say hello to your elders when you come out to hang out. Come and kowtow to me a few times." As he said this, he walked over to Meng Xiaoan. This time, it was the elder on the right who spoke.
Fatty, his hands were thicker than Meng Xiaoan's legs, his eyes were like cows, and his lips were thick. Meng Xiaoan felt like an earthquake with every step he took.
Meng Xiaoan frowned and said, "Keep your mouth clean."
Meng Xiaoan kicked his feet, and his whole body seemed to be filled with strength, and he suddenly rushed towards the fat man. He swung a punch and hit the bald head directly on the mouth. There was a crisp sound, and the guy fell to the sky before he could react.
The big mouth spurted out several teeth.
Meng Xiaoan looked at him coldly. The fat man seemed to be strong and did not faint.
"Damn, are you really or not?" Xihua deliberately looked in disbelief and rubbed his eyes vigorously, "Brother, big brother, you are a real person but don't show your face, and you are not a real person if you show your face."
Meng Xiaoan deliberately smiled arrogantly: "That's right, I usually take action."
Those people were also shocked when Meng Xiaoan punched the fat man. Meng Xiaoan, the ant, knocked down the elephant. This was probably even more shocking than seeing the hen and the male duck crouching.
"Okay, okay." Brother Qi clapped his hands. His hands were very thin, like a girl's. "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I never thought you could hurt Baopei with one punch. Very good. Baopei, don't let me down."
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The corners of Baofei's mouth twitched: "Yes, Seventh Brother."
Brother Qi smiled: "It's good to watch an action movie when you're bored. Hot Man, go get three people to come over. I don't like to watch one-on-one fights. Group fights are too subtle."
The hot man shouted to the outside: "There are three more capable ones on the opposite side."
A few seconds later, three lean gangsters came into the fifth room. They were naked from the waist down. Each of them had a tattoo of a tiger descending from the mountain on its arm. The tiger's mouth was open and roaring.
The three people said respectfully to Brother Qi who was sitting on the bed: "Brother Qi."
Brother Qi smiled, and there were two whirlpools in the depths of his eyes. If Meng Xiaoan were a girl, he would have been shocked by him.
"Practice well with this little brother."
The bald man shouted loudly to the three people next to him: "Come together, this kid is a tough guy, be careful. Repair him well and beat him to a cripple."
When the three people saw the blood flowing from the corners of the fat mouth, they stopped looking at Meng Xiaoan with disdain.
Three people rushed towards Meng Xiaoan. Meng Xiaoan sneered and advanced instead of retreating. He rushed into the middle of the three people and hit a big man with a knee. The man screamed and flew out. He fell to the ground.
When I was on the ground, I was already breathing out a lot, but breathing in less. There was also disgusting stuff coming out of my lower body.
The people next to him did not expect Meng Xiaoan to strike hard. He was obviously stunned, but Meng Xiaoan ignored it. He kicked a person with his right foot and flew away. Both femurs were broken. Meng Xiaoan took back his right foot.
, turned around, and bounced towards a person's chest with his feet. The person hit the wall hard, slid down again, and lay on the ground with his mouth wide open and unable to scream. It was probably because of the broken bones that penetrated him.
lungs, preventing him from breathing.
Meng Xiaoan walked up to him with a smile and said to him gently with a silly expression on his face, "Do you know what mistake you made?"
The fat man shook his head in fear. He was speechless. A smell of urine came out. Damn it, he did it again. He even peed his pants in fear.
"Don't overestimate yourself. I came here by accident. Don't bully the freshmen. Do you think I'm thin and small and easy to bully? Damn it, if I don't show my power, you'll think I'm a sick cat." Meng Xiao'an said.
There was still a smile on his face. He raised his body and hit him on the head with his left hand, leaving 5 deep scars on his bald head. He suddenly fainted because of the fat. Damn, it doesn't matter.
Why are you so tall? It makes it inconvenient for Meng Xiaoan to start his head. It seems that Meng Xiaoan also needs to eat more Yili milk to grow taller.
He clapped his hands and smiled at Brother Qi, who still had a calm look on his face: "Brother Qi, we all came out to fool around. Since we are here, we are all brothers, don't be so cruel, right? It's not good to hurt your harmony,
Leave a way for me to go, brother, I'm only here to disturb you for one night."
Meng Xiaoan discovered that the old man with the white beard in the corner never raised his head and glanced here from beginning to end, as if nothing had happened at all.
Meng Xiaoan seemed to have heard something, and looked back at the hot man, and couldn't help but think a few times. Three more people came, and three middle-aged men stood behind him, with firm faces, and they were worried about what had just happened.
He just looked at them coldly and remained motionless. It was obvious that they were all experts. Each of them was as strong as Meng Xiaoan.
Brother Qi got out of bed. He was actually a very thin young man, about 1.8 meters tall. He fixed his hair on his forehead and said casually: "Boy, it was a good beating. Uncle, what do you think?"
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The old man with the white beard nodded and said with black teeth: "Master, this guy is a good young man, but he is a bit arrogant. This is something that young people must not do. There should be no other problems."
At that moment, Meng Xiaoan clasped his fists at the old man and said loudly: "I have met my senior, Meng Xiaoan."
Uncle Li raised his head, allowing Meng Xiaoan to see his face, a face covered with deep wrinkles. At first glance, he looked no different from any other old man, but what caught Meng Xiaoan's attention the most was his pair of eyes.
Eyes. Deep look.
He looked at Meng Xiaoan quietly, but Meng Xiaoan felt that a century was as long as a century. His eyes were extremely penetrating. Under his gaze, Meng Xiaoan felt like a newly born baby.
Brother Qi said, please sit down.
Meng Xiaoan and Xihua sat down. Huo Nan handed them two cigarettes. Li Su held the cigarette between his hands. The seventh brother walked over to help him light the cigarette. Li Su smiled and said, it's just me.
Come on. Brother Qi gave the lighter to Li Su. Meng Xiaoan lit it for Xihua first and then asked Brother Qi, do you want one? Brother Qi shook his head, smoking is not good for your health. I rarely smoke unless in bed.
At that time, I might smoke one or two cigarettes at that time. Meng Xiaoan showed a deep smile and said, "It seems that I don't have the time to watch you smoke."
A prisoner in prison uniform suddenly knocked on the iron door and had a hard time walking through. The prisoner whispered to him for a few minutes. Huo Man nodded, waved his hand, and then came to the front of Brother Qi and whispered a few words to Brother Qi.
After hearing this, Seventh Brother glanced at Li Su and Xihua and smiled. You two are really awesome. Not only did you kill Director Wu's son, but you also dared to overlord the mayor's daughter. Tell him
One of you has just received the news that he is dead, and you naturally know why you are locked up here. Someone saw the two of you at the crime scene while you were drunk, flirting with Wu Qianjin, and then made a domineering move towards her.
I was right about the bow. So young people should not be impulsive when drinking. Being too impulsive is the devil.
Meng Xiaoan raised his eyebrows, with a disdainful smile on his lips. It was not a human being to be able to make such a ruthless trick, and said, "Do you think I am a bully who takes advantage of me?"