"Eat, eat, sleep well after eating." Luo Yu watched these vicious dogs fighting over the raw beef that he had thrown over and sprinkled with sleeping pills, and sat leisurely on the grass.
"What's the sound?" Sha Biao, the gangster, asked his wife after being disturbed by the barking of dogs downstairs.
Sha Biao is very big, 1.9 meters tall. His whole body is full of explosive muscles. A bloody skull on his left shoulder is particularly conspicuous.
"Son, go down and see what's going on." Sha Biao pried open a beer bottle and took a few gulps.
"Not happy." Sha Huyi was lying on the table watching TV. The dog barking downstairs had nothing to do with him. Today he went to see Bai Xue, but was rejected again.
"Honey, are you going?" Sha Biao asked, burping after drinking a bottle of beer in two gulps.
Sha Huyi's mother is a woman with heavy makeup. She is lifting up her skirt and wearing black stockings in front of her son without hesitation: "Let's take a look when we go dancing later."
"Dancing?" Sha Biao suddenly showed a very wanton smile, "I heard that Wang Laosi who sells cigarettes and alcohol is doing well with you now?"
"Why, are you jealous? It's rare." Sha Biao's wife smiled wildly.
"I'm so jealous, I just think Wang Laosi's woman is pretty." As Sha Biao spoke, a drop of saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the table.
"I'm going to dance and I'll be back tomorrow morning." The woman, whose face was so smeared with powder that it could fall off, stretched out her hand to open the door. Suddenly there was a loud bang and the whole door flew toward her with a bang. The woman didn't have time to scream.
When he screamed, the door flew away violently, and his whole body was thrown into the shoe cabinet, making him groan in pain.
"Who?" Sha Biao reacted first, picked up the empty beer he had just finished drinking from the table, stood up and roared at the door.
Sha Huyi also sat up, threw the tissue in his hand that he was going to take into the room for sexual intercourse, and faced the door with a fierce look on his face.
The door slammed to the ground, and a lazy voice came from the door: "Is this SB's home?"
"Who do you call sb?" Sha Huyi completely inherited the old man's tyrannical character. Without saying a word, he picked up a beer bottle on the table and threw it towards the door, hoping to hit the other person's face with bruises.
What's strange is that there was no muffled sound of a beer bottle hitting someone's face, or even a crisp sound of an empty beer bottle smashing to the ground.
"Isn't the pinyin letter for Sha Biao starting with sb?" A tall and thin boy came in. His hair glowed a little golden under the light, and he had a faint smile on his face. He was still weighing the Sha Biao translation just now.
Throwing out the bottle.
"Who are you?" Sha Biao signaled his son not to act rashly.
Sha Biao's wife struggled to get up from the shoe cabinet. Her face was covered with water stains, and the makeup she had finally put on was smeared on her face and looked extremely disgusting.
"Yeah!" She screamed and stretched out her long nails to scratch at Luo Yu's face. Luo Yu calmly dodged to the side to avoid the ten nails painted with black nail polish, holding the beer bottle without mercy.
He hit the other person on the back of the head, and with a muffled sound, the broken glass mixed with blood exploded. The woman fell to the ground without even making a sound, her yellow hair filled with crystal broken glass and bright red blood.
Luo Yu hates seeing women during fights. They always use their hands, feet, and mouths at the same time. Their long nails are the most terrifying. They are specially designed to poke at your eyes. At worst, your face will bloom, and at worst, your eyes will be blinded.
Sha Biao saw that this man was quite experienced at his young age, so he was secretly wary: "What do you want to do?"
"Nothing." Luo Yu clapped her hands, picked up a cucumber from the table, stuffed it into her mouth and started chewing, "Your son injured my friend and hospitalized him, so he came to collect some medical expenses."
"You are that idiot's friend!" Sha Huyi picked up the fruit knife on the table and rushed towards Luo Yu, "I beat him because I think highly of him."
"You are the idiot." A cold light flashed in Luo Yu's eyes. When Sha Huyi rushed in front of him, he suddenly slapped his palm down. His palm hit Sha Huyi's ear. The huge force hit Sha Huyi's eardrum instantly.
He was shocked and flew sideways in a daze, knocking over the clothes rack, and a stream of blood flowed from his ears.
Half of Sha Huyi's face was swollen purple, as if water would spurt out if he poked it with a needle. The buzzing in his ears made his head hurt. The things in front of him were blurry and clear for a while. He struggled.
It took several times before I managed to stand up, holding on to the wall.
"I did the math." Luo Yu calmly said, "Surgery fees, hospitalization fees, mental damage fees, lost work fees, psychological treatment fees, comfort fees, and supplement fees add up to a total of 100,000."
"You might as well go and rob it!" Sha Biao was originally a local gangster in this area. His family was used to being domineering. When had he ever been ridden on his head like this? He roared and slashed at Luo Yu with the watermelon knife he had prepared.
go.
You dare to act wild on my land. If I don't take off one of your arms, how can I still wander around on the road in the future? That's murderous intent in Sha Biao's eyes.
"This doesn't count." Luo Yu jumped to the side, Sha Biao raised his knife and dropped it on the table, and suddenly there was an extra corner.
"You will pay for your medical expenses yourself. I have no intention of exchanging a punch for a kick!" Luo Yu lowered his head, and the machete passed over his head. The sharp watermelon knife floated away a few of his hairs.
Seeing that the opponent's entire lower abdomen was exposed in front of him, Luo Yu did not hesitate to make a fist with his right hand and punch it. When fighting, the most vulnerable parts of a person are the throat, armpits, ribs, lower abdomen and lower body. Luo Yu punched hard.
It hit Sha Biao's strong chest muscles.
Sha Biao did not fly backwards as Luo Yu imagined, but took a step back with a grin and slashed again.
The gleaming blade slashed head-on, and Luo Yu cursed in her heart, "What happened!"
With his body pressed against the corner of the wall, although Luo Yu avoided being disemboweled by the watermelon knife, the T-shirt on his body was directly cut with a large gash.
"Sun!" Luo Yu turned over with one hand on the ground and jumped behind Sha Biao. He picked up a newly broken wine bottle and thrust it into Sha Huyi's thigh. He stabbed it hard and screamed like a pig.
Come, Sha Huyi covered his head and rolled around on the ground, blood dripping out like an open faucet.
"I'll kill you!" Sha Biao rushed over again with a knife in his hand, his eyes glaring red. Where did this wild boy come from? He dared to beat his wife and son like this.
"I'm just here to collect the bill, why are you so mean?" Luo Yu lifted up a chair and opened the knife, forcing Sha Biao to take a step back, "You tore the clothes my wife bought for me, and you asked me to go back.
How to explain!"
Tingting had bought this dress with her at that time. If she knew that she had been injured in a fight, she would not be able to go to bed for a month.
"Add another 20,000." Luo Yu took off his tattered T-shirt and looked at Sha Biao coldly. The strange feeling from his punch just now made him suddenly have a bad premonition.