"Changmao, I think you fucking don't want to live anymore."
Brother Xiong came back to his senses and when he heard that he was betrayed by his subordinates, he couldn't help but cursed loudly on his face.
"Brother Xiong, all the brothers know that you like Miss Ningning, but using such despicable and despicable methods is indeed too much."
Changmao ignored his yelling and scolding, but was eager to save himself from suffering, and continued to say to Zhang Yang: "Brother, I won't lie to you, all of this was arranged by Brother Xiong, and we, the younger brothers, can't help it, please
Please spare me!"
Not all gangsters are tough guys, or as affectionate and righteous as shown in the movie, and they can fight tooth and nail for their boss...
To put it bluntly, the real underworld is mostly just a bunch of idle people who gather together, usually lazy, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. How can we expect such people to be loyal and courageous?
When the wall falls, everyone will push, whoever is more ruthless is the boss. When they see the boss collapse, they will immediately add insult to injury and follow the new boss to continue to mess around, as long as they are in charge of food, drink and fun...
So it is understandable that Changmao would say such words now.
"MD, I will kill you now." Brother Xiong couldn't bear it anymore, took out a dagger from his waist and rushed towards Changmao.
When he rushed to Changmao, he suddenly turned around, with a ferocious smile on his face, and stabbed Zhang Yang's lower abdomen with the dagger...
At this time, he could no longer care about the boss's face. From Zhang Yang's attack just now, he knew that he had encountered a tough challenge today and was no match for Zhang Yang.
However, things have developed to this point. If you admit defeat, you will not only suffer physical pain, but you will definitely have no shame in staying in this area any longer.
He simply changed his mind and used this kind of sneak attacks to deal with it. As long as he killed Zhang Yang, he would still be the boss here. Who would dare to use what methods he used...
…
Click!
Bang!
Zhang Yang seemed to have read through his thoughts. He sneered and grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. The sound of broken bones sounded, which was particularly harsh in the silent hall.
As Brother Xiong screamed, Zhang Yang did not stop, grabbed the wine bottle on the table and swung it.
Bang!
The wine bottle became shattered, and Brother Xiong felt dizzy in his head. Dark blood mixed with wine slid down his forehead, and he stumbled a few steps before falling to the ground and curling up in a ball.
"It's your turn!" Zhang Yang said to Changmao with a smirk.
"Brother, I'm really being forced, please forgive me?" Changmao begged with a cry, his legs shaking like chaff.
Zhang Yang turned around and walked into the bar. He casually took a dozen bottles of wine from the wine cabinet and placed them on the bar. He sneered and said, "You can forgive me. Just drink all these wines and I promise not to embarrass you."
"This..." Changmao glanced at him, not knowing what to say.
"Do you want to drink?" Zhang Yang asked in a deep voice, tapping the bar with half a baseball bat.
"Drink, drink, I'll drink right away!"
This time, Changmao didn't hesitate anymore. He grabbed a bottle of XO on the table, opened the cap and poured it into his mouth.
…
There was no Chinese liquor on the wine cabinet. Otherwise, with that level, not to mention a dozen bottles, one bottle would be enough to knock him down.
Not only is there no liquor, even beer is rare. There are more various foreign wines, such as brandy, dry red wine, etc., and even expensive ones like XO and Remy Martin.
I couldn't even drink the wine I wanted to drink, but now I had all the wine in front of me, which should be regarded as a happy punishment.
At least they are luckier than a bunch of brothers and brothers who are still lying on the ground*...
It's just that when these wines are mixed together and poured into his stomach, it's like mixing wine. The various ingredients are mixed together, which is far more painful than he imagined.
…
"Brother, I really can't stand it anymore, please forgive me?" After drinking six bottles of different wines, Changmao began to plead with pain.
"Continue!" Zhang Yang hit the bar with a baseball bat and replied with a smile.
"Brother, if you drink any more, you will die." Changmao begged with a sad face.
"It's fine if you don't drink, unless you're like them."
"I drink!"
…
After drinking six bottles, his mind began to become confused, but he also understood that drinking was much better than being beaten into a disability.
What's more, after drinking so much, there is still about half of it left on the table. It takes a while to get through it. Normally, if you want to drink so much, you may not have the chance. Changmao comforts himself in his heart...
The onlookers had gathered quietly, but due to Zhang Yang's ruthlessness, no one dared to speak loudly. They all watched the scene in front of them with a spectator mentality.
"Forget it Zhang Yang, spare him!" Zhong Ningning stepped forward and persuaded him.
Women are always soft-hearted. Seeing Changmao frowning every time he took a sip, the pain on his face was no less than someone giving him a knife.
Her belly had slowly swelled, and it was difficult for her to even bend down, which made her feel a little unbearable.
"Now you pity them? These people don't know how many girls have been deceived by such despicable methods, how can they be spared so easily?" Zhang Yang turned around and said coldly.
…
When Zhong Ningning saw his cold eyes and serious expression, she could not help but shudder.
Even when facing the ferocious wild ghosts, he looked playful and relaxed, but now he was extremely serious and completely jealous of evil.
Of course Zhong Ningning also understands that what he said is absolutely right. Let’s not talk about other girls. If he drinks that glass of wine with pills, he doesn’t know what the consequences will be now?
Thinking about it, she couldn't help but feel a wave of fear...
"Don't come to this kind of messy place anymore. What does a little girl look like?" After a pause, Zhang Yang said.
It's not that he deliberately taught Zhong Ningning a lesson, but he always felt that such a place where filth and evil were hidden was not for serious people at all, let alone a girl...
Among the girls I know, including Feng Yanran, Lu Mengxuan, Ye Wenqian, and even the playful Shishi and Shen Xue, they all avoid places like this, or they have never thought of playing in such a place.
Of course, I don’t mean to discriminate or despise the people inside, but I just think that the people inside should be more of a transaction.
In the transaction of money and dignity, a group of rich and powerful people squander a lot of money to trample on the dignity of a group of people who pursue money and love vanity. Although it is a fair transaction for everyone to get what they need, it is so unfair...
The reason why he said this should be more of a reminder or a kind of persuasion, hoping that this girl would not continue to degenerate and give up on herself.
"I'm happy. What's wrong? You don't need to worry about it."
She was originally trying to persuade her, but for Zhong Ningning, who had low self-esteem and was sensitive and willful, it was regarded as a kind of ridicule and contempt for her. She glared and continued: "I am willing to be drugged by them, and there is no need for your fake kindness.
.”
Damn it, good intentions are nothing. If you hadn't invited me here, I wouldn't care about such noisy matters. Zhang Yang was completely speechless and cursed secretly in his heart.
…
"Brother, after you finish drinking, please spare me!"
Changmao worked hard, stretched his neck and swallowed the last sip of red wine. He burped and said with a look of relief on his drunken face.
It's hard to drink ten bottles of water, and even harder to drink ten bottles of beer. Like him, he drank more than a dozen bottles of various kinds of wine...
"Yes, Not Bad!"
Zhang Yang ignored Zhong Ningning. After patting Changmao's shoulder and praising him, he turned around and took another five or six bottles of various wines from the wine cabinet. He put them in front of Changmao and said, "Keep drinking..."
thump!
Changmao knelt directly on the ground and begged with a look of horror: "Please, brother, please spare me, I really can't drink anymore!"
They say that a man has gold at his knees, but I’m afraid I just don’t have this kind of experience. Otherwise, if you drink more than a dozen bottles of wine, and think about it, you will continue to drink more, and you will have a death wish, but you will still care about kneeling down?
Besides, he's not the kind of man with backbone...
"Can't drink? Then let me help you."
After Zhang Yang finished speaking, without waiting for Chang Mao to answer, he pushed him to the ground, picked up a bottle of beer, flicked his fingers, and the bottle cap flew into the air...
Changmao wanted to struggle, but he didn't have any strength at all. Zhang Yang pinched his chin and poured the entire bottle of wine down his throat and into his stomach.
One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...
Onlookers in the nightclub saw Changmao's eyes glazed over and his face turned purple, especially his belly, which was as bulging as a rubber ball.
The initial contempt and anger could not help but turn into sympathy, and some even couldn't bear to take another look.
"Stop! Let him go quickly, otherwise we won't be polite!"
With a sudden sound of brakes, several uniformed police officers rushed into the nightclub and shouted loudly after seeing the scene in front of them.
It seems that when Zhang Yang and Brother Xiong started fighting just now, the owner of the nightclub or the bystanders secretly called the police.
"Comrade police, you misunderstood. We are buddies and we are drinking." Zhang Yang let go of the long hair and answered with a smile.
"Stop talking nonsense and follow us back to the police station."
A policeman in his thirties with an upright face glanced at Brother Xiong and his men who were wailing on the ground, and shouted in a commanding tone.
The policeman's name is Wang Kun, and he is the captain of a nearby police station. Although he is not very tall and burly at 1.75 meters tall, he is very well-proportioned and capable.
Brother Xiong is a well-known gangster in the area, and as a policeman, he is naturally very aware of it, but he is more helpless towards these gangsters.
Charging protection money for fighting is not a big crime. Catch and release, and release, not only did not make them restrain themselves, but it became their capital to show off their power.
This kind of thing is not surprising. Many ruffians in China are proud to be in the game, just like some second-generation people who go abroad to get gold. After coming out, they become more awesome in their own circles and show off everywhere.
When Wang Kun received the call from the police, he thought they were causing trouble again and hurried over.
After seeing the scene in front of me, I was surprised and at the same time felt an inexplicable joy in my heart. Regardless of whether they were gangsters or not, at least someone could teach these gangsters a lesson, and at least they would have to calm down for a while. (To be continued.