When He Zaizai heard the busy signal on the phone, he frowned and stood at the door of the Internet cafe. After thinking for two seconds, he immediately dialed the eldest prince's mobile phone.
"What are you doing, Er B." The eldest prince always called He Zaizai this way.
"Let me ask you something, have you ever heard of something called Datan?"
He Zaizai asked.
"...I haven't heard of it, what's wrong?"
The eldest prince replied casually.
"Oh, it's nothing, just be busy." He Zaizai hung up the phone directly.
"Silly B!"
The eldest prince looked at his phone and cursed, then continued to play mahjong. He had just come out of it not long ago and knew very little about the new troubles that had emerged.
…
In the Northeast, if you evaluate a person as a tiger, there are two ways to say it, one is "Tiger B", the other is "Tiger is angry".
The first type of "Tiger B" is an evaluation of a person who is a bit stupid, but not stupid to the extreme, while the second type is often used to describe a person who is completely stupid and hopeless, and will only say harsh words.
He Zai Zai's current condition is still salvageable. He is somewhere between a tiger B and a tiger getting angry, but he is not completely stupid yet.
After he answered the call from Datan, he felt that he still couldn't be careless. If he was caught, he would easily suffer a loss if Xiang Hui, the eldest prince and others were not around.
So, he thought for a moment and quickly ran into the Internet cafe, went to the machines where he often sat, and found a few friends who played games together.
Most of the people here are acquaintances in the game, but there are two people who are high school classmates with He Zaizai and have always been in contact. It was these two friends who brought him to play Zhengtu.
"Fuck, why did you come here?"
the friend asked.
"Stop talking, let's go and play somewhere else."
He Zaizai said to several people angrily.
"Why? It's about to start."
"Stop asking and let's go."
He Zaizai didn't explain too much, grabbed a few people, and ran away without even refunding the remaining money from the machine.
Fifteen minutes later, they drove three cars to a new Internet cafe, then turned on the computer and started playing again.
These gamers are quite old and their families are quite wealthy, otherwise they would not play with pure RMB warriors like He Zaizai.
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The other end.
After the scolding between Datan and He Zaizi on the phone ended, his face turned livid with anger and he grinded his teeth. Then he made a phone call and said directly: "Give me some money. He often surfs the Internet at the trench Internet cafe. Come and have a look." , I’ll send you a photo via MMS later.”
After the call was made, about twenty minutes later, two taxis stopped at the entrance of the Trench Internet Cafe. A young man got out of the car, wearing a jacket, and walked towards the Internet cafe. After scanning around the room, he Datan made a phone call: "I don't see the person you mentioned."
"Do you see clearly?"
"I even went to the private room, there really isn't one."
"...You wait for me, I'll find Lao Su's son's friends and go to the game to inquire."
Datan replied and hung up the phone again.
…
Two taxis parked on the roadside and waited for more than an hour, and then a letter came from Datan.
"Go to Guangming Street, Friendship World, they are there."
Dawan lit a cigarette and said quickly.
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
After saying that, the two hung up the phone.
Immediately, two taxis rushed towards Guangguang Street again.
…
At this moment, He Zai Zai was having fun, with sweat on his forehead, and was riding a horse to fight, completely unaware of the danger coming.
It was a sultry afternoon at the end of March. The Internet cafe was hazy with smoke. The beautiful woman at the cashier was boiling water, tearing out instant noodles boxes, preparing to have dinner, and then get off work.
"Zai Zai, go buy two bottles of water."
The classmate said while holding a cigarette on his finger.
"Why should I go?"
"Because you are the best."
"Okay then, just look at me and don't let me get fucked to death."
He Zaizai immediately squinted, took out the change from his pocket, and walked to the bar.
"Bang."
At this time, a young man with a flat head came in at the door, wearing a jacket, and glanced at the hall with a sly look.
"I want colorful fruits."
He Zaizai licked his lips, said something casually, turned his head and looked at the door, and then was stunned because after seeing the crew-cut young man, he felt that his attire was a bit strange.
At the same time, the young man with a flat head also looked at him, paused for two seconds, then turned around and left.
He Zaizai stared at him as he walked up the steps, and suddenly saw that his walking posture was wrong and his body was very stiff. After a closer inspection, he found that a piece of newspaper skin was exposed between the waist of this young man's jacket and trousers.
"Bang."
The door of the Internet cafe was pushed open, and the young man with a flat head left.
"Fuck,."
He Zaizai suddenly felt something was wrong. He glanced around and then suddenly shouted: "Dabao, throw the bag over to me."
"What's wrong?"
The classmate turned around in confusion and asked.
"Bang,."
At this moment, the glass door of the Internet cafe was suddenly kicked open.
"Fuck you. Damn it. Chop him up."
The young man with a flat head opened his jacket, took out a knife from inside, and rushed down first, followed closely by seven people, also carrying knives, and followed closely.
"Hold,."
Standing in the middle of the living room, He Zaizai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, held on to the back of the sofa, and stepped forward.
"What are you doing?"
A child who was playing a game felt that someone stepped on his shoulder. He just asked, when he saw He Zaizi's body agile, stepping on the computer desk and sofa, and ran madly towards the corridor of the bakery inside, because the corridor was too narrow. And there are people,
"Crash."
Along the way, He Zai Zai kicked down several computers. When he was near the entrance of the corridor, his feet got caught on the mouse cord, and he rushed straight down and hit the ground with a crash.
"Holy shit, what's wrong, Zai Zai."
The classmate who asked the question before was holding He Zaizai's bag in his hand and shouted over his shoulder.
"Uh-huh."
The swordsmen team who rushed in all turned back to look at classmate He Zaizai.
"What the hell, you...are...a...B,..."
The boy closest to the classmate swung the knife.
"Pfft."
As soon as the classmate raised his hand, his arm was torn open, his skin and flesh were turned over, and he was bleeding profusely.
"ah,."
The barmaid was screaming.
"Hula la."
The people who were surfing the Internet stood up and moved out of the vacuum.
"Bang."
He Zaizai got up from the ground and saw the fire box in the corridor. He raised his right elbow and smashed it directly. After a crisp sound, the glass shattered.
"Snapped."
He Zaizai stretched out his hand to grab the fire axe, but his body just moved.
"Pfft, pfft."
The two knives fell, and there were two more cuts on He Zaizai's head. His hair was washed with blood and became frizzy for an instant...
An encounter started in this Internet cafe, in this corridor.