After a fight, Wang Mumu and I stood up with our arms around our necks and waists. I wiped the saliva that Wang Mumu spat on my face. There was nothing I could do about it. No matter if we were making trouble together or actually fighting, he would be fucked.
He likes to take the wrong approach and upset you with very disgusting things.
"Who is this? Why don't you introduce me?" I looked at Wang Yiheng with a smile, wiped the hand I was wiping saliva on Wang Mumu's navy shirt, and asked slowly.
"My third uncle's son is called Wang Yiheng. His land was sold. He only fights cocks at home and organizes dog breeding. He really has no future. So I brought him here to see if he has the potential of chicken heads. He can be trained and helped.
Help me!" After Wang Mumu finished speaking, he smiled and said to Wang Yiheng: "Call, Brother Fei!"
"Hello, Brother Big Bird!" Wang Yiheng stepped forward, held my hand, shook it hard a few times, and said sincerely.
"...Big Bird...Brother?? What? Did you see it???" I asked doubtfully, covering my crotch, feeling like I was naked in front of him...
"Aren't all those who can fly big birds?"
"...Mumu, I would like to advise you to train him into a chicken head. You might have to pay the price of a fighter pilot...!" I looked at Yiheng's elder brother who was a little bit "Wang's Lengb" speechlessly.
A bit of a breakdown.
"Is it so serious?" Wang Mumu asked regretfully.
"Well, it's obvious that you, Third Uncle, haven't developed it well!"
"...Let's go, book a hotel first, let him feel the atmosphere at night!!" Wang Mumu didn't want to bring up this topic anymore, turned around and dragged Wang Yiheng into Caesar's.
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Ten minutes later, a group of us walked out of the lobby again, then drove several cars and rushed to the hot pot city we had booked. Originally, no one ate hot pot on this hot day for fear of getting burned, but Wang
In other words, I want to eat the kind of food that is cooked in a pot that looks like the Temple of Heaven, with three layers of pork belly, and is stained with yellow shit...
As soon as he finished speaking, I almost vomited out the meal I had eaten five years ago. Lao Wang's family is really weird. They don't know copper pots, but they still know about the Temple of Heaven. You said the nobles are awesome. Yes.
Isn’t this just awesome...
After driving for less than twenty minutes, we arrived at the hotpot restaurant together. After they all went in, I stood at the door and called Guan Yu.
"Hey, I'm making a charcoal fire, will you come over?" I asked with a smile.
"Who are they?" Guan Yu asked casually.
"Mumu brought a younger brother from his hometown to support him. Will you come over?" I asked again.
"Okay, I'm not far from there, just wait for me for five minutes!"
After saying that, I hung up the phone and didn't go in again. I stood at the door and waited. Guan Yu and I had a little conflict recently. Mainly, he blamed me for Wang Wenbo and Momo and not saying hello to him in advance.
In fact, I have always felt that his idea is quite **. This kind of thing is not like going to prostitutes together without him. That is because I am not mean enough. If you are angry, that is not the best. It doesn't matter if you scold me.
But when human life is at stake, is this nonsense?
If Mumu and the others could stay out of the matter, I would rather do it alone. How could I still need to inform him...
I once concluded that 90% of men will die because of women, but Guan Yu is definitely not among the 90%. He must die because of curiosity, absolutely...
I sat on the bench by the door for a while and looked at my watch. Ten minutes had passed. I took out my phone and urged him, but he turned it off.
After thinking about the possibility of him letting me go, I felt that if he still wanted to take advantage of me, he wouldn't be so stupid, so I reluctantly lit a cigarette and prepared to wait for him for another four minutes and thirty-five seconds to make up for fifteen minutes.
If he doesn't come, prepare to go home and ask Wang Mumu to make a complaint phone call and accuse him with the inspector. He often drinks while on duty and goes out privately to Caesar for prostitution...
"Tap tap tap..."
While I was waiting boredly, a strong man walked up next to me and stopped in front of me. I suddenly looked up and saw that this strong man was wearing a pure white T-shirt and had a caliper shaved, and he was staring at me.
"Brother, have you drunk too much? The toilet is over there!!" I pointed to the hotel with the hand holding the cigarette, and then slowly put my right hand into my trouser pocket.
"Don't move!!" The strong man squinted his eyes, sat down with a smile, and put his arms around my neck. My waist instantly felt cold. When I looked down, a military thorn had already pierced my clothes.
"What way??" I frowned and glanced at him.
"Come with me, someone wants to talk to you!" the strong man asked after deliberation.
"Human traffickers, please stop looking for me, otherwise you will easily be unable to leave Shenyang!" I said something to him.
"Ma liu suodi!!" The strong man grabbed my neck and stood up with me.
I touched the pistol in my pocket and wanted to pull it out several times, but I couldn't resist it. I didn't know what this guy was doing. I'd rather be stabbed and shot. I wouldn't do anything wrong, just in case it stabs me.
If the neck or heart is dead...
"Let's go!" The strong man thrust forward again and pulled me hard.
I glanced at him and said no more. I followed his strength and walked forward. He and I turned several streets in succession and walked into a parking lot. The parking lot was quite empty and there were no people parked there.
The cars were all trailers or sealed box trucks. I was stunned for a moment, feeling a little bad, and reached into my trouser pocket with my right hand again.
"Poof! Poof...!"
The strong man exerted force on his wrist, and the sharp tip of the knife penetrated the skin, and with a slight stroke horizontally, a shallow incision appeared on his waist, and blood flowed out along the clothes, all on his belt.
"You see how stubborn you are, you have to force me to stab you, right?" The strong man bared his big yellow teeth and said with a smile at me.
"Don't be excited, why don't I stop taking it?!" I frowned and raised my right hand to show that I would no longer touch my trouser pocket.
The strong man nodded, roughly dragged me to the back of a box truck, kicked me twice, and with a loud bang, the air pressure door popped open.
"Get up!!" The strong man pointed at the dark carriage and said calmly.
I already felt very bad at this time. I regretted that I didn't take out my fucking gun and fight with him in the hot pot restaurant just now. Now I have lost the ability to resist because I saw someone walking out of the dark carriage again.
Two people.
"Stretch out your hands, hurry up!!" the strong man urged again. I paused and stretched out my arms. The two people in the car grabbed my wrists and pulled me suddenly, and I ran away.
I went up there, and just as I was about to get up, two people suddenly rushed back, grabbed my arm, and pulled it over. My joints hurt, and I fell to the ground with a loud bang.
"Brothers, when did you offend me, could you please remind me?" I lay on the ground, feeling my shoulders being stepped on by my feet. I didn't dare to get up, and the gun in my trouser pocket was also removed.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and I heard the air pressure door being closed again, and the car was suddenly dark.