Chapter 780 We are running for the old fairy (plus 3)
When the mentally ill Xiao Tao first arrived in the city, he actually plowed 20,000 yuan into the hands of the old gangster Bai Tao. If word spread about this, I don’t know how many people would be confused and lose sleep all night. But the strange thing is that this happened Not many people knew about it, and Bai Tao would definitely not tell anyone about it himself, and no one had seen Xiao Tao mention it on his own initiative.
After Xiao Tao subdued Bai Tao, he stopped taking action. He usually wouldn't do this all day long. Once he had enough money, he would start enjoying life, such as changing into new red pants and eating. A big-name beef noodle with extra meat and so on, and he also took money from home, a lot at a time. It is said that his newly built house was all paid for by Xiaotao.
After Xiao Er gave Xiao Tao 10,000 yuan, he was basically taken under his wing, but the two of them were not the same person, and they didn't have much contact with each other. However, Yuanyang often took him out to play together after Xiao Tao had been cheated on him.
On this day, Yuanyang had a friend who celebrated his birthday, and he entertained him at the newly opened Ninth Avenue Entertainment Club. Many gangsters came over to support him. Naturally, Yuanyang also received the invitation, but before going, he made a habitual call to Xiaotao. , and then went to pick up Dalei at his residence.
"Can you not wear red pants? Besides, do you dare to wear a hurdle vest with your blue overalls?"
Yuanyang frowned and looked at Xiaotao and said.
"If you think I'm burying you, then I won't go."
Xiao Tao still spoke very directly. After speaking, she opened the door and got out of the car.
"Okay, let me take you to buy a set of clothes." Yuanyang actually relented.
It stands to reason that if you drive a wild horse from the ocean, and judging from his clothes, this person is a person who is extremely concerned about face, so why is he willing to take Xiaotao, who buried Batai and is extremely mentally ill, wherever he goes? .
No one can explain this clearly
"It must be red pants and a blue top, otherwise I won't." Xiao Tao replied without hesitation.
"Okay, let's go."
Yuanyang agreed, and then drove him to buy new clothes. They were still red pants and blue tops, with long bald hair again. They looked unusual no matter how they looked, but at least they were clothes worn by normal people. Although The color is a bit bright, but you can at most say that he has a problem with his aesthetic sense, and you won't accuse him of being mentally ill.
The two soon arrived at Ninth Avenue, then entered the dance floor and arrived at the two largest private rooms.
This group of people are all familiar with each other, so when Yuanyang arrived, everyone quickly became involved. When someone saw Xiao Tao, they couldn't help but ask Yuanyang: "How did you bring such a mountain donkey here?"
"Ah, the child of a distant relative of mine is my younger brother. He is living at my house now. I will take him out for a walk." Yuanyang always said this directly.
Everyone drank foreign wine, listened to heavy metal music, and gathered around to smoke hookahs and chat.
"Hey, have you heard about it?"
At this moment, a young man wearing white half-sleeves, holding the mouth of a hookah in his hand, suddenly asked Yuanyang.
"What did you hear?"
Yuanyang hugged a girl and was completely confused by the drink. He raised his eyelids and asked with a stiff tongue.
"You didn't hear that the driver Xiangnan was blinded by someone else?"
The young man in white half-sleeves asked with his eyes wide open.
"Ah, I heard that."
Yuanyang's eyes were a little straightened and he nodded stiffly.
"Shit, those guys from Haiyang are going crazy, asking about a person with a scorpion on the back of his right hand every day."
Another friend interjected.
"hehe."
Yuanyang grinned.
"Hey, Yangyang, do you recognize this person with the scorpion on his right hand?"
The young man in white half-sleeves looked at Yuanyang with a smile, bared his teeth and asked, almost without saying it directly, did you find someone to stab Hassan blindly?
"Fuck, don't be a dick. You're talking nonsense."
Yuanyang rolled his eyes and replied.
"When I heard what you said, I trembled. It was not you who did it. Hey, did you give Xiangnan money and surrendered when it came to Xinhua Village? Why haven't I heard you mention it during this time? What about this?" Another young man who was not very familiar with Yuanyang asked with a curl of his lips.
"Can you fucking talk? Who did you listen to? We surrendered to Xiang Nan. He is a dick. You really thought you were going after his driver. Let me fucking tell you. Then It’s the old immortal who did it, you know?”
Yuanyang drank some B wine. When he heard what the other party said, he looked down on him. He immediately sat up and stared back at him.
"Be careful what you say and don't sound offended."
This young man also had a bad temper, his face darkened, and he said something to Yuanyang.
"What do you mean?" Yuanyang stood up holding the wine bottle.
"Don't talk nonsense to me. I'm afraid you'll get a bottle if you hang out in society."
The young man frowned and replied.
"Fuck, what are you two doing?"
The birthday friends immediately stood up and started arguing in the middle. After a few words of persuasion, the two of them sat separately.
The young man who was scolded by Yuanyang sat at another table, drank some wine, and became more and more angry as he thought about it. Then he found an excuse to go to the toilet and walked out of the dance floor, and never came back.
"Beep bell bell."
In the hospital, I was feeding Hassan porridge, but the phone in my pocket rang.
"Hello." I held the phone between my ears and blew the porridge into my mouth, and responded.
"Brother, it's Xiao'er and the others who are blocking Brother Xian and Hassan."
Zhang Ben's voice sounded.
"It's them, are you sure?"
I frowned and asked with some confusion.
"A friend called me just now and told me that Yuanyang was celebrating a friend's birthday on Ninth Avenue. He said personally that the person who went there was not going to Hassan, but to Brother Xian. He didn't do it. He can say this. What?" Zhang Ben quickly explained.
"Where did you say he is?"
I suddenly stood up.
"Where's Ninth Avenue?"
"Catch him."
I said it without hesitation, then hung up the phone and shouted outside: "Nurse, come in and feed me."
"Brother, you have to leave." Hassan looked at me through the gauze and asked.
"It's okay, you go on eating, I'll go out for a while."
After replying to Hassan, I wiped my hands and ran straight out the door.
Fifteen minutes later, Laoxian, Xiang Hui, He Zaizai, and the eldest prince drove six or seven cars from Haiyang and came directly to pick me up.
When Zhang Ben learned that Yuanyang was on Ninth Avenue, he grabbed a few friends at the dinner table, carried three spears, and rushed over first.
A bloody battle begins
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