Sweet 80s

Lin Xiangdong always felt that it was unreliable to collect debts privately like this.

If Zhou Zheng rushed in alone, the other party would definitely not admit it, and it would be useless even with his own military force.

The best way to deal with a scoundrel is either to be more scoundrel than him, or to hand him over to the police and punish him according to the law.

Otherwise it's basically a waste of effort.

Zhou Zheng was full of passion and impulse, so it would be difficult for him to accomplish anything and he might even get himself into trouble.

Thinking of this, I thought about all the bad things that happened in the past when I helped the other party but ended up getting into trouble.

Lin Xiangdong did not follow him immediately, but turned around and walked to a public telephone booth next to the newspaper and made a call.

Then, he went straight to the nightclub.

In Xinxing City, they went to a dance hall once.

Although the lights are dazzling and there are crowds of people inside, it lacks a lot of worldly air.

It's still acceptable.

From the moment you step into this nightclub, you can smell a strong smell of secondhand smoke wafting out from inside.

Lin Xiangdong, who almost never smoked, felt his throat tighten and he immediately felt discomfort in his lungs. The gas rushing into his nasal cavity made him cough.

The interior of the nightclub was dark, messy and smelly.

Young people have all kinds of extremely exaggerated hairstyles and hair colors, and their clothes constantly reveal frivolity and casualness.

They swayed their bodies in the crowded and cramped dance floor, revealing a hint of fear in the dim light.

The pungent smell from unknown source coupled with the depressing and cramped environment quickly made Lin Xiangdong feel uncomfortable all over.

He walked hurriedly among the crowd, and finally, after passing several men and women, he locked onto Zhou Zheng's figure in a hidden corner.

Zhou Zheng and his own overly ordinary and conservative attire stood out among the crowd, so one could immediately determine the other person's identity just by looking at his back.

As Lin Xiangdong was walking towards him.

Then I saw the two women who had just accompanied the tall and thin man in the door screaming in shrill and piercing voices and running out with surprised expressions.

"What's wrong!" Lin Xiangdong asked one of them.

The woman pointed behind her with trembling hands, as if she had witnessed something horrible, and even the gaps between her fingers revealed endless fear.

The panicked looks and actions of the two made Lin Xiangdong feel that something bad was going to happen.

He rushed over in two steps, but found it was too late.

Zhou Zheng tried his best to open his eyes wide, and stood there with his mouth wide open, looking at a loss.

Lin Xiangdong's brows tightened, and he felt as if there was a heavy stone in his heart.

He followed Zhou Zheng's gaze.

I saw a tall and thin man lying on an empty space behind the sofa, with blood oozing out from the corners of his mouth and his body.

His limbs were shaking irregularly, as if he had just endured some painful experience.

There were more than a dozen hundred-dollar bills scattered on the ground, many of which were stained red with blood.

When Lin Xiangdong quickly glanced at the other person, he caught a glimpse of a shiny sharp knife stuck vertically in the man's chest.

There was little of the knife's handle left, and it was obvious that almost the entire blade had been stabbed into the other person's body.

"you!"

Lin Xiangdong couldn't believe it.

Zhou Zheng made such a huge mistake just because he was late for three or five minutes.

Killing people for money may relieve one's immediate hatred, but it will actually send the rest of one's life into hell, where one will never see the light of day again.

You can earn money again if you lose it, but if you lose your life, you really lose everything.

It was difficult to take back the damage caused by the impulse, and Lin Xiangdong couldn't help but sigh.

His whole body was tense and sweat was pouring down his forehead and back.

He regretted it extremely. If he had not made that phone call and wasted three or five minutes, perhaps a life and Zhou Zheng's future life could have been saved.

Thinking of this, his blood pressure rose instantly and his heart beat wildly.

I was so anxious that the capillaries in my eyes broke, and my eyes were covered with a layer of red bloodshot.

But soon, this idea came to a temporary end.

Because he didn't understand why the tall and thin man had a knife stuck in his chest.

When he and Zhou Zheng arrived, they did not see the other party preparing any weapons for attack or self-defense.

Where did this weapon come from?

He grabbed Zhou Zheng's arm and dragged him back a few steps, then opened his mouth to ask.

Zhou Zheng spoke with a horrified expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Someone's dead, leave now!"

"Why are you leaving? Can you run away? Call an ambulance first!"

Zhou Zheng hadn't realized what Lin Xiangdong meant by this at this moment, and hurriedly pushed him back.

"He must be dead. The knife stabbed him so deep. Didn't you see the blood on the ground..."

"Where did you get the knife?"

At this time Zhou Zheng was stunned and responded with an innocent look on his face.

"That's not my knife!"

Then he understood what the other party meant.

Zhou Zheng squinted his eyes and motioned Lin Xiangdong to look at a more secluded place next to the sofa.

At this time, Lin Xiangdong realized that there were three strong men standing next to the sofa, staring at the tall and thin man who fell to the ground with their eyes wide open and panting.

Zhou Zheng didn't care about anything else and grabbed the other person's arm tightly and dragged him out.

Explain as you walk.

It turned out that a horrific violent incident occurred in the few minutes when they were separated.

Before Zhou Zheng followed the tall and thin man to this place, it happened that another group of people arrived a little earlier than him.

While he was hiding not far away and observing the situation, he heard the conversation between the two parties.

"The one who stabbed him was the one wearing the sailor shirt. Judging from the situation, I guess they were also cheated and came to collect debts. Anyway, they kept talking about money..."

Lin Xiangdong finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the wounding incident had nothing to do with Zhou Zheng.

"So, you didn't stab that person! This scared me..."

Zhou Zheng laughed and said, "You really think highly of me. Do I have that ability?"

Lin Xiangdong smiled knowingly: "Haha, that's right."

After saying this, Zhou Zheng continued his story.

The tall and thin man crossed his legs at first, not caring at all about the other person's anxious and humble state.

He still spoke wildly, with three or five swear words in every sentence of more than ten words.

"Fuck" is the cleanest word in his mouth.

The other party couldn't stand his arrogant attitude of cursing his parents, so he endured it and continued to talk and persuade him, constantly explaining how difficult it was for him.

The tall and thin man became impatient and stood up and pushed them.

He shouted that even if the king of heaven came, he couldn't do anything to him.

He spread his hands and acted like a complete scoundrel.

This angered the three people on the opposite side.

The two sides started fighting first.

When the tall and thin man saw that he was outnumbered, he shouted to the nightclub thugs to stand up for him and took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket.

He held the victim's money in his hands and ordered his thugs to beat and drive away the victim. His arrogant tone and outrageous behavior were unbearable.

at this time.

The man in the sailor shirt was shaking with anger.

His face was livid, and he had obviously reached the limit of his endurance. His clenched fists revealed his inner anger.

After a few seconds.

Those wide-open eyes were like two fireballs about to explode.

His chest heaved rapidly, and anger was about to burst out from it, like a torrent surging down, breaking through his restraint.

Then, his emotions completely got out of control.

Zhou Zheng looked carefully.

The man in the sailor shirt took advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and pulled out a shiny fruit knife from his waist at an extremely fast speed.

The blade was thirty centimeters long.

Only a puff was heard.

The tall and thin man who was so arrogant a second ago was waving the money in his hand.

The next second, the whole person was stunned and frozen in place.

As the pain from the wound spread, his legs went weak and his body sank suddenly.

Blood continued to flow out from the wound, from "seeping" at the beginning to "flowing" later.

The money in his hand also scattered uncontrollably to the ground.

Then he shook several times and tried to support his body by holding on to the sofa, but failed in the end.

With a bang, the man fell sideways behind the sofa.

"You saw the rest of the situation. We don't know whether he is dead or alive. Anyway, he is..."

A sharp and urgent siren sounded, breaking the silence of the night and interrupting Zhou Zheng's words.

The two of them just walked to the door.

Zhou Zheng couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the flashing red and blue police lights.

"Damn, the police response was too fast..."

Lin Xiangdong, who was standing by, walked towards the policeman who got off the car...