Lang Wuzi and a few friends were doing regular Da Bao Jian in a private room. He was drinking tea with his head down and chatting casually when suddenly the phone rang.
"Hello."
Lang Wuzi picked up the phone.
"Brother, I am Fengfeng."
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I just have something to say hello to you. Jin Beibei called me just now and asked me where you were," the other party replied.
When Lang Wuzi heard this, his body suddenly stiffened, he scratched his nose and asked, "He's asking about me."
"Um."
"What did you say?" Lang Wuzi asked quickly.
"Haha, what can I say, just say I don't know, brother, you have a conflict with Xiang Nan and the others." The other party also asked casually.
"What's the point of any conflict? We have a pretty good relationship. Okay, thanks."
Lang Wuzi replied, hung up the phone in a hurry, lay down on the bed, looked at his other friends, then stood up and said, "You guys stay here for a while, I'll go to the toilet."
After saying that, he went out to the corridor, thought for a long time, dialed Lao Fu's number, and then whispered.
…
Three cars, with double flashes, were speeding on the road.
"Beep bell bell."
The phone rang, I reached out to pick it up, loosened my collar, and said irritably: "Hurry up, Xian."
"Haha, drive quickly, where are you going?" the old man asked.
"It's okay, I'm sending something to my friend." I lowered my head and replied casually.
"Let's find Lang Wuzi."
Lao Fu asked directly.
"What's wrong?" I asked instead without answering directly.
"He has some contacts with me, please give me some face. I'll call him out tomorrow and let's get together." Old Fu said with a smile.
"...I'm not free tomorrow." I said directly.
"Nannan, why don't I say something in the middle?" Old Fu was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked.
When I heard what he said, I scratched my nose and said very directly: "Old Fu, I don't seem to have ever refused you anything you asked me to do, because I think we are friends, but your phone call now... It makes me feel that you are a bit bent out of your elbows. If Lang Wuzi has dealings with you, do I have to give you face? Tomorrow the roasted sweet potato man will also have dealings with you. I have to open a fucking store for him. "Everything has its foundation. Don't make excuses for me and be a fool. His matter with me is not worth a meal. I will kill him right now."
After saying that, I hung up the phone directly.
The old man at home, after listening to my words, suddenly said in confusion: "What the hell is going on.
After thinking for a long time, he originally wanted to call Lang Wuzi and report a message, but after thinking about what I said to him, he held back. He lay on the bed for a while and felt uneasy, so he directly put the phone down. Shut down.
…
Ten minutes later.
Three cars stopped at the entrance of Qingshui Bay. I got out of the car with one hand in my pocket, followed closely by everyone behind me, and headed straight to the bathing hall.
The hall was crowded with people, and we headed straight to the private room.
"Change your shoes, sir." the waiter called.
"Ding dong."
I didn't even look back, and walked directly into the elevator with Lao Xian, Zhang Ben, and Han Dayan.
At the other end, Jin Beibei, led by the eldest prince, walked up the stairs.
"Change Jb and get out."
Han Laoer pushed the waiter away with a slap, then ran upstairs at the end.
The waiter raised his head and glanced at the group of people. When he saw the seven holes in the eldest prince's hand, he was stunned for two seconds, turned around and ran towards the manager's office.
…
Third floor.
I stood at the door of the private room and asked Zhang Ben, "Is this it?"
"right."
"Bang."
I pushed the door open, then scratched my nose and took a step back.
"Fuck you, don't even move."
At the same time, Jin Beibei and the eldest prince rushed in immediately, roared angrily, grabbed the fat man on the nearest massage bed next to the door, and chopped him violently with their knives.
"Pullingleng."
The people in the room reacted and immediately looked up at the door, including Lang Wuzi, who had just returned. When he saw the door, the fat man had fallen off the bed, his skin and flesh turned over and covered in blood.
"ah,."
The masseur was stunned for a second and then screamed.
"Come on, line up in a row and walk out."
Lao Xian stood at the door and replied.
The masseur disappeared in a flash. Lang Wuzi reacted, raised his hand and said to me: "Nannan, you..."
At this time, I walked into the private room expressionlessly, put one hand in my pocket, glanced at everyone in the room, then walked up to Lang Wuzi and asked, "What do you want to say."
"Nannan," Lang Wuzi raised his head. "Ah, I'm asking you, what do you want to say?"
I looked down at Lang Wuzi, and without any warning, I raised my leg and kicked him in the face.
"Pfft."
Lang Wuzi wrapped his bathrobe around his waist and rolled directly to the ground with a muffled sound.
"Fuck."
A young man next to him jumped up and put his arms around my neck.
"Pap."
Jin Beibei turned around and chopped him directly in the butt with two knives.
"To the south, to the south."
Lang Wuzi was lying on the ground, getting up and wanting to talk.
"Snapped."
I stretched out my feet to pull his head, lowered my head expressionlessly and asked, "Fuck you, Mom, who gave you the courage to touch my friend."
"Listen to me, no, my second brother..."
"Go to your mother."
I kicked him in the face, then sat down on the massage bed, picked up Lang Wuzi's cigarette case, lit a cigarette, then pointed at the eldest prince and said: "Just do what he wants to do to you." he."
"Nan Nan, listen to me...!"
"Crackling."
Jin Beibei, Zhang Ben, and the eldest prince stepped forward, wielding a knife and were about to chop. Lang Wuzi was stabbed twice in the arm, rubbed his butt backwards twice on the ground, and then blocked himself in the corner. I sat on the bed, smoking and looking at Lang Wuzi without saying a word.
"Stop fighting, don't fight."
A middle-aged man stretched out his hand to hold up the fight, pushed Jin Beibei away and shouted.
I turned around and saw that the middle-aged man causing the fight was actually an acquaintance.
Rich friends.
"Nannan, if you have anything to say, just say it nicely."
Fuyou and Lang Wuzi were also friends, so they stopped in the middle and said something to me.
"Brother Friend, it has nothing to do with you, just get out of here."
I was stunned for a moment and waved my hand.
"...Lang Wu and I are friends."
The rich friend obviously wants to delay time.
"Hey, we're friends. I want to tie him up together. Brother Friend, I see you've healed well. How about we meet again in Jiangbei." I pointed at his chest expressionlessly and asked.
My rich friend looked at me in silence for two seconds, took a step back, and didn't say a word.
"Chop him."
I said softly.
"Fuck you, Mom, stick your head out."
The eldest prince roared angrily and struck Lang Wuzi's head with a knife.
…
"Let me see, who the hell dares to talk about useless things in my store,,."
Outside the corridor, there was a burst of thunderous footsteps. The manager who was leading the team rushed over at a trot with a pickaxe in his hand, and then blocked the door.
"Wow."
Han Dayan and Xi Guang took out five consecutive rounds from the canvas bag at the same time and put them directly at the door.
"Fuck you, Mom, how about your store, Lingxiao Palace? The security guard knows how to wear a golden bell."
Han Dayan poked the manager with his gun, glanced up and down, and asked through gritted teeth.
"……."
The moment the manager saw the gun, he stopped and scanned the room again. He saw Lao Xian standing at the door. He was stunned for two seconds and said, "It's Brother Xian, here he comes..."