With a pickaxe, Jin Beibei immediately started a fight in the house.
To be honest, in fact, Jin Beibei did not hold a knife or a pickaxe for a long time and got into fights with others. In the later period of Myanmar, apart from his serious work in the City of Dreams, he spent most of his time asking for tutors. In terms of study, because he is very strong.
You see, although Zhang Ben has no education, as the gang stabilizes and gradually improves, he is also recharging himself. He was the first to ask for a tutor, earlier than Lao Xian and others, and Jin Beibei Being stimulated by him, I didn't want to lag behind. In my free time, I would learn something if I had nothing to do. Although it would be good if I could understand it to 30 or 20%, at least his attitude was right.
Moreover, in the later period of Myanmar, we really don’t have to glare at anyone or slap the table with anyone. In the words of the old immortal, everyone is a person of status, and the officers should be more advanced.
However, even though I haven't touched the handle of a pickaxe for a long time, I can still pick it up easily. War criminals are born with this quality.
Jin Beibei followed the tiger-B style, and there were no routines in fighting. He mainly relied on force to win. He held the handle of the pickaxe with both hands clasped together, without looking at the person in front. He took a step and swung violently, and there was a whine in the air. The sound of being squeezed.
There were probably more than a dozen people blocking the door, and the rest could no longer get in. Jin Beibei was swinging so hard that everyone had to hide. No one dared to put their head through it. Let's see if it can be broken. .
"Bang,."
Jin Beibei once again raised the handle of the pickaxe and smashed it. The person on the left instinctively ducked back. The handle of the pickaxe hit his shoulder with a crunching sound. The other person sank down, followed closely by Jin Beibei. Pull the murder weapon back.
"Grab the pickaxe handle."
Someone yelled, stretched out his hand and grabbed the head of the pickaxe handle, and then several hands grabbed it. Jin Beibei tugged twice, but couldn't pull it back.
"Fuck you, Mom, I'll let you fuck around blindly."
A rough and simple knife went straight to Jin Beibei's face. He bent down and shrank his neck, and struck the chest with the knife. At this time, it was obviously irrational to pull back the handle of the pickaxe, so he let go, He took two steps back in a row.
"Fuck him to death,."
When everyone saw that Jin Beibei had nothing in his hand, they immediately rushed up.
"fuck your mother."
Jin Beibei pulled back the chair and hit a person on the head violently. The legs of the stool directly rubbed a layer of skin off his face.
"Pfft, pfft,."
Although one person was blocked, many more had already come up. Almost in the blink of an eye, Jin Beibei received four or five blows on his stomach, shoulders, and head. The room was in chaos, and those who followed Jin Beibei rushed in. Those people had already hid in the two rooms nearby, locked the door, and held it with their backs.
Jin Beibei had no choice but to lean against the wall.
"Bang,."
The iron pipe hit the side of Jin Beibei's face. His head shook for a moment, and he reached out and grabbed the other person's hair, hugged him, rushed to his head, and slapped Jin Beibei hard. He had a diamond ring on his middle finger and hit the person's face. It was a cut, the skin and flesh were opened directly, and the face was bloody and bloody.
"I'll beat you to death,,."
Jin Beibei didn't care about the others at all. His body was like a bloody gourd. He leaned against the wall, grabbing the man's hair, and punching him with red eyes. But after hitting him for more than ten times, his body was exhausted and he couldn't fight. He opened his mouth and bit the man's ear directly.
"Ouch,,."
The man jumped up in pain, struggled desperately, then threw away the iron pipe, covered his ears, and kept jumping on the spot.
"Hula la."
The crowd dispersed again, with sweat pouring from their foreheads and holding weapons. They looked at Jin Beibei hesitantly, walking back and forth.
"Fuck you, mom, come on, keep on knocking."
Jin Beibei leaned against the wall, with two seven-eight-centimeter-long gashes on his forehead, and blood was pouring out. He was holding the man's iron rod, standing on the spot with his calves twisted, and his eyes kept wandering around. He said helplessly.
"You're still pretending, puppy basket." The leader looked at Jin Beibei and cursed.
"I can buy your life with a diamond ring. I am a little dog. Who are you? Ever since you heard the name of Xiang Nan's family, you have seen it. We have a little dog." Did you run away during the fight?"
Jin Beibei curled her lips and replied.
"Fuck you, if you don't run away, I will kill you."
The leader roared angrily and slashed at Jin Beibei with a knife. The tensed nerves of everyone relaxed instantly and they rushed towards Jin Beibei again.
"Bang bang bang,."
Jin Beibei was stabbed hard. He grabbed the leader's neck and collar and hit him with a stick one after another.
After holding on for four or five seconds, Jin Beibei lost all energy and fell directly to the ground, in the same position as the eldest prince who had also been knocked down outside the door.
…
"Bang."
The door was pushed open.
Long Haitao walked in, walked up to Jin Beibei with his hands behind his back, then lifted up his trousers and squatted down.
"Brother, if you are nice, you won't be able to talk nicely. Look at the mess you have made here. How can we be friends like this?" Long Haitao asked.
"...Puff, puff..."
Jin Beibei curled up on the ground, kicked his legs hard, but still couldn't stand up. He felt infinitely aggrieved. Compared with Kun Li and Ah Wei, Long Haitao was not even a hairy person. He lay down in front of him. , this kind of shame is unacceptable.
"...I've been in Hasi for almost twenty years. Can you just lie down when you say I'm going to do it? Don't be too crazy. It's not easy for you here."
Long Haitao said something, then stood up, turned around and walked out the door.
"How to do it?" asked my cousin.
"What are you doing? Call the police. You didn't see what the company asked him to do." Long Haitao said without hesitation.
"...I'm talking about the eldest prince and Jin Beibei." My cousin sweated.
"Find a place to treat him. You can't kill him, otherwise it will be a big trouble. Then go south and find us."
Long Haitao was silent for a moment and said slowly.
"...The eldest prince,...it's better to send him to the hospital...I think he's really choked...I'm coughing up blood..." the cousin said a little scared.
"Okay, let's throw it to the hospital, but Jin Beibei can't be released."
Long Haitao nodded.
"okay, I get it."
…
Five minutes later, a bread truck stopped at the door of the Second Hospital of the Medical University. The door was opened. The eldest prince was covered in blood and was thrown out. Then the door was closed and the van drove away.
Half an hour later, Li Shuishui heard the news that Jin Beibei had been chopped down. He was silent for two seconds, sighed and said: "It hasn't changed at all, I still have no brains..."
P.S.: There will be surprises next week, I will gather my strength this week and there will be no more updates.