() Wang Mumu listened to Chenchen’s voice on the phone, banged his hands, slapped the steering wheel, then turned his head out of the car window, paused for four or five seconds, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Futai Community, 3 Building, Unit 2, drive slowly and let Xiaofei busy first. We can just take a look at where we go."
"Well, I know what I know." Chenchen agreed and hung up the phone.
In a star-rated hotel in a certain city in the Northeast, Bi Ziwen was sitting in a private room, watching the match between Barcelona and Arsenal. He had no other hobbies and was willing to watch a football, but he didn't like watching domestic football.
"Didi,."
Bi Ziwen, who bought 100,000 Barcelona, was a little excited. He smoked cigarettes one after another, sweat dripping down his cheeks. Just when Barcelona scored a goal, Bi Ziwen screamed and jumped half a meter high. , just as he was about to do a 90-degree Thomas rotation in mid-air, the phone text message tone suddenly sounded.
"Cao forgot to turn off the phone." Bi Ziwen lost his mood and cursed. Then he picked up the phone on the table and took a look at it. The saved notes were called "Malma in the Pacific" as if they were lurking in JB. "Pull", Bi Ziwen took a look at the content of the text message and frowned unconsciously.
"Shi Wei, with Xiao Fei's hands, Caesar's people will be here in twenty minutes at most. Address: Futai Community, Building 3, Unit 2. Delete after reading. Don't reply."
Bi Ziwen was holding his cell phone, chirping, feeling itchy in his heart. The Shanghai project was at a critical moment. He originally thought to give up on Shenyang for the time being, and then focus his attention on Shenyang when the project was completed, but it was so damn hard to die. Yes, I received such a text message again.
If Shi Wei is not dead, Bi Ziwen will not be able to rest at ease for a moment. The relationship between the two of them is completely broken. Bi Ziwen has no worries, and Shi Wei has no worries either. If I want to clean up the drug thing, then Shi Wei will definitely send him to the Public Security Bureau to work, and Shi Wei Once you get in, will you stop biting yourself?
The answer is that it's just a mouthful, not habitual at all.
It's okay to be bitten. Bi Ziwen was not directly involved. If you use some connections, things will definitely be settled, but you will definitely have to stay in the detention center for two days. Even if you are released on medical parole, you still have to go through the fucking procedures for how many days. You can get out as soon as you go in. of,.
"Nothing can happen to this joint. Once you can't get out of your body for a few days, you don't know what the hell will happen outside." Bi Ziwen rubbed his hands, picked up the phone, gritted his teeth, and then took a breath and gave it to him today. The person who had a quarrel and wanted to separate the family sent a text message: "Address: Futai Community, Building 3, Unit 2. If you change the group, Shi Wei must be killed. If there is a chance, Meng Fei will also..."
In an office in Shenyang, a middle-aged man was sitting on the boss's chair. He was looking at the account books of dozens of entities that had been collected overnight, and was meeting with several accountants to study the transfer of funds.
"Didi,."
After the text message rang, he glanced at it, froze for a moment, sighed, stood up tiredly, and said to the more than ten people in the room: "You guys settle things first, I'll go out and make a phone call."
Everyone agreed, and the middle-aged man pushed the door open and walked out of the office. Then he walked to the end of the corridor, dialed a phone, whispered a few words, and finally gave instructions: "Do it twice, screw it up twice, don't do it twice." Jb boasts loudly every day, if things get messed up again this time, get the hell out of here, you won’t even get a dime.”
"Don't worry, things will go wrong this time. You don't need to tell me. I will take the people away myself and hang up." After the voice on the phone said, he hung up the phone.
On the first floor, there are 108 private rooms.
"Bang, bang, bang," Fu Xin casually threw the wine glass against the wall. Countless glass shards splashed on the small table, and he kicked it over again.
"Your mother is a b,,, because she is a b, you still have to wait until dawn. Why, my money is not easy to spend." Fu Xin stared blankly and scolded the waiter. road.
"Brother, brother, what are you doing? You came out to play and have fun and get angry. You can't do this. You calm down and I'll urge you." The waiter stepped forward and reached out to pull Fu Xin.
"I want you to be numb and happy," Fu Xin's right hand with the watch on it picked up the beer bottle on the table and slammed it down.
"Peng,,."
Before the waiter could react, the bottle burst instantly, and a second later, beer foam and blood flowed down his head.
"I ****, you dare to hit me, you really don't know where this place is..." The waiter touched his head in shock. When he saw that his palm was full of blood, he shook his head and turned the glass After shaking off the dirt, the waiter stood on Ermai and shouted: "108, someone is causing trouble, please get over to me."
"Peng,,peng,,"
Fuxin pulled the waiter's hair, gritted his teeth, and punched him in the face one after another. The sound of flesh hitting the flesh kept ringing. After a few rounds, the waiter's entire face turned bright red, and even the corners of his eyes were swollen and bleeding.
"Bang, bang,."
The door of the private room was kicked open, and more than ten people rushed in, with their hands behind their backs, led by a strong man.
"Peng," the strong man suddenly pushed Fu Xin and dragged the waiter back. He frowned, turned around and looked at his bloody face on the third day. He gritted his teeth and asked Fu Xin: "Brother, what are you doing?" This is, you came to my place to practice boxing, what a big B room, you can use it as a fucking ring."
"What do you mean?" Fuxin asked with a smile.
"Come, let's find a place to chat." The strong man was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily, stretched out his hand and dragged Fu Xin out.
"Let me go," Fu Xin pointed to the hand on his arm, without moving a step, and said slowly.
"Oops,,." The strong man frowned, looked at Fu Xin in surprise, and formed a question.
"Peng,."
As soon as the strong man turned his head, Fu Xin punched him in the face, then pulled his hair, pressed his arms down, and fired an electric cannon, and he fell to the ground in less than three seconds.
"**Chop him,,."
More than a dozen people roared, and with their hands on their backs, holding machetes and military thorns, they rushed forward.
"Pfft,,."
The moment Fu Xingan lay down on the strong man, he pulled out the military spur from his waist with his left hand. He bent down and thrust it down suddenly. The sharp tip of the knife instantly penetrated the left ear of the strong man lying on the ground.
"ah,,."
The strong man screamed in pain and kicked his legs straight, but he did not dare to move his upper body.
"I'll give you a name, call her mother Ronal Erque." Fu Xin stood up slowly, pointed at more than ten people, and said lightly: "It's nothing, my brother is short of money and spent it." You go out and ask someone you can talk to to come in and have a chat."