The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

After eating and drinking, the two went their separate ways. Su Yang walked back to the moon on the sea with a shaky step, and stumbled to open a door.

Inside the room, Su Xiang had not rested yet, and was leaning on the bed, looking down at the small notebook in his hand. Seeing Su Yang, whose face was flushed and drunk, he stood up suddenly and walked forward to support him.

"Brother, where have you been so late at night? Why are you so drunk?"

Su Yang buried his head in his shoulder, and the smell of alcohol mixed with the aroma of barbecue filled Su Xiang's neck: "Brother... I went to eat barbecue with Brother Chen... He is so good at scolding, he scolded all the cars on the road..."

Su Xiang picked him up and put him on the bed. While taking off his shoes, he kept nagging, "You're still running around so late. What did I tell you a while ago? You must report to me no matter what you do next time you go out.

You are so good, you seem to agree to it, but in fact you are just perfunctory to me. I am telling you, you are not allowed to wander around anymore, do you hear me? "

"Brother, I was wrong!" Su Yang hugged his neck, kissed him hard on the cheek, and said coquettishly, "I just had something to do. I never thought I would be back so late."

Su Xiang patted his face gently: "How many times have you used this excuse to get away with something? Don't drink too much outside in the future. You can't drink much..."

He hummed and ahed in response, his eyelids too heavy to lift, and he grabbed Su Xiang's hand and pressed it against his chest: "Brother...listen, my heart is beating so fast...will I turn into a little rabbit after drinking?"

Su Xiang looked at him with a helpless look: "It's not good to see a little rabbit drunk like this, go to sleep." Just as he was about to get up and squeeze out a hot towel to wipe his face, Su Yang curled up and rolled to the bed, hanging on his arm like a koala, "Take a bath... Brother, help me wash..."

Su Xiang was so entangled by him that he could only half-carry and half-drag him to the bathroom. As soon as he put him next to the bathtub, Su Yang reached out to take off his clothes and said vaguely: "Brother, let's take a bath together..."

"Stop it." Su Xiang gently slapped his hand away, bent down to test the water temperature, and only turned around to help Su Yang in after the water temperature was suitable.

But Su Yang, under the influence of alcohol, hugged his neck and fell into the bathtub, dragging Su Xiang in with him. The two fell into the water, splashing a lot of water, and Su Xiang's shirt was instantly soaked, sticking to his body, outlining his thin outline.

"Brother!" Su Xiang looked helplessly at the person in his arms who was playing tricks, but Su Yang was like a successful puppy, hugging him tightly and rubbing his head against his shoulder: "Brother's body is wet, you will catch a cold if you don't soak..."

Su Xiang sighed helplessly, knowing that it was no use trying to reason with him at this moment, so he could only think of a way to deal with this drunkard first.

He finally broke free from Su Yang's arms, reached out to take the shower head, adjusted the water temperature, and carefully sprayed it on Su Yang's hair.

The warm water flowed down Su Yang's hair, diluting the smell of alcohol and barbecue on him. Su Yang closed his eyes, enjoying the water, and muttered some inaudible words from time to time.

After rinsing, he stood up and practiced his skills to dry the water off his body, then took the bath towel, wrapped the drunk Su Yang, and walked towards the bedroom.

the next morning--

Su Yang opened his eyelids with sticky eyes and looked at Su Xiang's profile as he lowered his eyes and buttoned his shirt.

"Awake?" Su Xiang turned his head and smiled at him, fastened the last button neatly, and pulled a T-shirt from the bedside table and unfolded it, "Raise your hand."

He sat up dazedly, his head still drooping, and raised his arms mechanically. Su Xiang skillfully put the T-shirt over his head and stuffed his drooping arms into the sleeves one by one.

Su Yang squinted his eyes and yawned, and suddenly saw a fresh scratch on his neck, which was caused by him when he was drunk last night: "Does it still hurt?..."

He muttered and reached out to touch it, but Su Xiang held his wrist. "Don't move. Such a small cut won't hurt anymore." He lifted up his jeans with his other hand, "Stretch out your legs."

Su Yang obediently stretched out his legs, and Su Xiang half-knelt to put on his pants, gently pulling at the elastic with his fingers to ensure that it would not be constricted. After putting on his pants, this guy still sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his feet, and his head dozed off little by little.

"What's this?" Su Yang was attracted by the dark green notebook on the bedside table and reached out to take it. Su Xiang buttoned his cuffs and said calmly, "The evidence of the Second Hall Master's corruption. Remember how much money he has made from the Heavenly Eye Society over the years."

Su Yang flipped open the book, and the densely packed accounts made his eyes go straight. He knew that the Tianyan Society was powerful, but he didn't expect that the scattered embezzlement of the second hall master alone would add up to more than 30 billion.

He suddenly jumped off the bed and stuffed the notebook into his arms: "I'm going to find Brother Chen now! With this, let's see where the Second Hall Master can hide!"

"You don't even want to eat breakfast?" Su Xiang stretched out his hand to grab him, but he had already rushed to the door and turned back to say, "When I've done something great, I'll ask Brother Chen to treat us to shabu-shabu!"

Su Yang rushed all the way to Niguangtang.

The air conditioning in the office was turned on high. Chen Yifan had two buttons on the collar of his floral shirt undone, and the cigarette between his fingers was flickering.

When Su Yang pushed the door open, he saw him sneering at a stack of medical records on the table. There were seven or eight crushed cigarette butts in the ashtray.

"Hehe, Brother Chen, are you so mad at the Second Hall Master that you're fuming?" Su Yang sat opposite him with a grin on his face.

Chen Yifan grabbed the medical record and threw it to him. The pages spread out, and the four words "Syphilis Positive" on the top examination report hurt his eyes.

"A small team of the Niguangtang was almost wiped out!" Chen Yifan took a deep puff of his cigarette, "I have a young man in his early twenties under my command. He looks quite smart, but he couldn't stand the loneliness and went to the club to mess around. He got screwed the first time!"

Su Yang's hand holding the report trembled, and he heard Chen Yifan say: "At first, I secretly bought ointment and applied it, and locked the door when taking a bath like a thief. Others felt something was wrong and kicked open the door of the bathhouse..."

The Niguangtang's power was entrenched in the West District, with more than 200 men spread out like a spider web in this mixed area. Chen Yifan divided the area under his jurisdiction into five "beehives", each with a capable leader in charge, and the location of the strongholds was even more mysterious.

Wharf warehousing area - Electronics City business district - Urban village maze - Entertainment street base - Suburban processing plant.

The accident this time happened in this old machinery factory far away from the city, which was the training base for newcomers and reserve members.

40 people live in a converted workshop, with steel pipes and bulletproof vests hidden under their beds. Three escape tunnels are dug underground, leading to the garbage disposal station, the subway station ventilation shaft and the sewage network. There is a simulated combat training ground with photos of rival gang members on the wall for new recruits to practice throwing knives.

Time goes back to the second half of last night. Chen Yifan and Su Yang returned home after having a midnight snack. Before they could even sit down, the phone rang.

With such a big incident, he dared not neglect it, and rushed to the scene and kicked open one of the doors. Six or seven of his men were crowded on the tile floor, some holding bloody cotton swabs, some staring at their cell phone screens with pale faces, and empty medicine bottles were piled in the corner.

"What the hell are you all standing there for?!"

Chen Yifan's roar startled everyone and they all turned around. The sick brother was trembling all over, his festering skin was wrapped in bloody gauze, and he curled up in the corner like a scaled fish.

"Brother Chen, we..." Someone moved forward with a mobile phone in hand, and the screen was filled with search records of "transmission routes of syphilis".

Chen Yifan glanced at the shared razor and towel on the ground, and his temples throbbed: "Idiot! Are you scared now? Sharing razors and towels can be contagious!"

Ten minutes later, Chen Yifan yelled at the top of his voice through the radio: "Everyone, go to the medical room immediately! Check the serum, inject penicillin! Close the factory and disinfect! Whoever dares not cooperate, I will send him to see the King of Hell right now!"

The corridor suddenly became chaotic. The younger brothers pushed and shoved each other as they rushed towards the checkpoint. Some of them were running while pulling off their shirts, muttering "It's over, it's over".

In the infirmary, the pungent smell of iodine mixed with the sound of crying. The sick brother was supported by two strong men, and he cried with snot as he watched the needle pierce his skin: "Brother Chen, I was wrong! I really didn't know that I would infect my brothers..."

Chen Yifan picked up the alcohol cotton ball on the table and smashed it on his forehead: "Cry your mother! From today on, you will be isolated for treatment. If you dare to step out of the ward, I will soak you in formalin!"

The disinfection team rushed into the dormitory with sprayers on their backs, and the smell of 84 disinfectant instantly filled every corner. All the bedding and clothes were thrown into the incinerator, and even the door handles were polished to a shine.

Several of the younger brothers squatted in the corner, repeatedly wiping the cracks between their nails with cotton swabs dipped in alcohol. One of them suddenly retched: "I drank the same bottle of water with him last week..."