Since his own brother accidentally stabbed his aunt's mother to death, Du Jiabing did not have the upper hand legally, let alone solve the problem through the authorities.
Since it couldn't be approved by the authorities and he didn't want to, he let Shuangliang force him to sell the land. Therefore, he felt that this matter could only be solved through social means.
Moreover, Shuangliang had his own considerations and did not bring up Taihe Real Estate to oppress him. Therefore, Du Jiabing believed that these were two crazy poor bastards whose main purpose was to make more money for themselves, and he It should be easy to deal with them
From an objective point of view, Shuangliang is definitely suspected of taking advantage of the situation. They caught Du Jiabing's brother, accidentally injured him to death, and then forced him to sell his land. How could this happen? If you think about it, it will make people feel a bit unauthentic.
However, this is the case in the new world of martial arts. To measure whether a gangster has a status in the world of martial arts, it no longer depends on how particular you are, how loyal you are, how many achievements you have, but on naked money.
As for how the money comes from, no one cares about it, but they only see whether you have it or not, it's that simple.
Therefore, although Shuangliang's approach is not quaint, you cannot say that they have no moral bottom line, because this circle is not a circle with a moral bottom line.
If we must reflect, we should reflect on society as a whole, not these two people.
On the night after the conversation, Liang Liang borrowed from a friend a single-barreled spray gun that could only be used after three shots. Guo Zhiliang took a kitchen knife from home, and then the two of them went to his aunt's house. Got up and waited.
In the evening, half past eight.
There was no movement at the gate of the community.
"Why the hell aren't you here yet?" Guo Zhiliang had already smoked seven or eight cigarettes in just one hour, and his voice was hoarse due to choking. Although his face was casual, his palms were full of sweat.
"Wait a little longer."
Liang Liang frowned and wrapped his cigarette butt.
The two sat in the dilapidated Jetta, chatting and continuing to wait.
In a blink of an eye, the time came to around 11 o'clock.
By this time, they had been waiting for nearly five hours, sitting in the car with their eyes wide open and relatively silent, because they had already talked about everything they should talk about, and now they had nothing to say.
"I've had enough of it."
Guo Zhiliang's nervousness was over, he yawned and said sleepily.
"I have to come. They are all from Changchun. If they have something to do, they should hurry up and get it done."
Liang Liang was also puzzled.
"How to fix it."
"Wait a little longer."
Liang Liang said firmly
The next morning, at around seven o'clock, the two of them had fallen asleep in the car, but no one from Du Jiabing came over all night.
In desperation, they had no choice but to leave.
In this way, three days passed without the other party coming to see him once. At this time, both of them felt that Du Jiabing probably didn't want to take social measures and was considering whether to sell the factory.
After squatting for three days, it had no effect, and the two of them were exhausted. So, on the fourth day, they did not go to their aunt's house anymore, but returned to their residence, preparing to have a good rest for a day, and then go to work tomorrow. , go to work and wait for news from Du Jiabing.
However, these two people disappeared for several days. Jiang Jing was very confused and called them.
"Beep bell bell."
In the rental house in City H, the window was open. Guo Zhiliang was sitting on the bed, shirtless, with the fan blowing on. He reached for the phone and answered it immediately.
"Where the hell have you been? You haven't been to the store for several days."
Jiang Jing asked.
"I'm in H City."
"You went home and didn't tell me. It's so busy here." Jiang Jingting asked unhappily.
"Well, there's something going on at home. We'll go back tomorrow."
"Don't spend three days fishing and two days drying nets. It's very busy here. Can you two do something?" Jiang Jinghao said and discussed it.
"Wow."
Liang Liang is taking a shower in the bathroom.
"Tap."
Outside the dilapidated corridor, three empty SVUs were parked. None of these three vehicles had their headlights turned on. On the exterior stairs, a mixed team of more than a dozen young and middle-aged people, carrying knives and iron rods, touched Come up.
"This is it."
Du Jiabing's friend Lao Gu pointed to the half-open door of the rental house and continued: "Just give them a thorough treatment, just poke it in."
"Bang."
The man at the end pulled open the open door, then walked in with a knife.
"Snapped."
Lao Gu, who was standing outside the corridor, did not go in at all. He lowered his head and lit a cigarette and watched his team enter the house with his own eyes.
"It's just you. If you want to buy land, I'll fuck you."
Immediately after, there was an angry roar in the room, and Guo Zhiliang, who had just hung up the phone and turned around, fell out of bed wearing big pants.
"Bang."
Before Guo Zhiliang could shout out the dialogue, he directly let someone hit him with a pickaxe and hit him on the head. Then he stepped back, stepped on the mattress, and fell directly on the window sill.
"Old Liang, someone is here."
Guo Zhiliang covered his head and overturned the round table beside the bed with his bare arms.
"Bang."
At this moment, Liang Liang, who had always described himself as a mental worker, rushed out of the bathroom naked, holding a shower head that he had pulled out, with half a piece of hair attached to the back. The meter-long iron water pipe is quite shocking to look at.
I've seen people kill people.
But I have never seen anyone come out to kill someone without any clothes on.
This kind of physical intimidation directly stunned the gangsters present, and they were a little confused for a moment. B.
"Fucked them,."
Liang Liang roared, stood on the steps of the bathroom, swung the copper shower head, and started to fight with a few people at the door.
In a rental house with less than 20 square meters, a bloody battle will inevitably begin.
Guo Zhiliang was stuck on the bed, but the spray gun that could fire three shots was placed under the bed. He couldn't reach it for a while, so he could only pick up a kitchen knife and fight back.
There is no entertainment at all in this kind of fight in a small space, it is completely a one-for-one routine.
"flap,."
Guo Zhiliang was pulled off the bed by a man. His body was first smashed on the TV cabinet, and then rolled to the ground.
Four people surrounded him, taking turns with pickaxe handles, iron rods and other murder weapons, and then beat him down.
Should this play hurt the body if it is hit?
The answer is, as long as it is a human being, it will definitely hurt.
But Guo Zhiliang continued to attack even after lying on the ground. He didn't protect his head at all, but held the kitchen knife tightly, slashing blindly with one knife on the left and one on the right.
At the door.
Liang Liang, the soldier holding the shower, has also been knocked down. His legs are in the bathroom, but his upper body is outside the bathroom.
"bump."
A strong man stepped on Liang Liang's head and hit him directly on the side of the face with an iron rod, hitting his chin with a loud bang.
"Grass, mud, horse, do you accept it?"
The strong man shouted with his eyes wide open.
"Serve. You. Mom. B." Liang Liang replied with his eyes wide open.
"bump."
Followed by another blow, the strong man asked again: "Are you fucking convinced?"
"Serve. You. Mom. B."
"Bang."
"Do you accept it or not?"
"Submit, you, mother." Liang Liang was so confused that he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly. He wanted to get up at first, but was forced to lie down several times.
The strong man asked Liang Liang at least a dozen times if he was convinced, but Liang Liang's answer was always "you, mother, B,".
There is something to say.
If I'm not brilliant, then I must be fucking crazy.
The Five Generations of Ocean, who are eager to rise up, are definitely not brilliant now, so they are destined to go crazy.
Although times are changing, the thinking of gangsters is also changing.
But there is an eternal purpose among the gangsters, which has never changed.
That is, if you want to sneak out and run around, you have no point, you dare to cause trouble, but you don't have the courage to stand up straight and get beaten, you will definitely not be able to do it. This book was first published on 17K Novel Network, read the original content for the first time!