Young and Dangerous Movies

When they arrived at the restaurant, they slowed down. The man in the back seat pulled out a gun and fired three shots at Fat Tiger.

The bullet hit Fat Tiger's chest, and the pain woke him up.

"My darn thing!"

But when he woke up, the motorcycle ran away, leaving only the taillight for him.

The gunshots in the middle of the night alarmed everyone around, causing them to scream in fear.

When Changfa heard the gunshot, his head exploded and he ran out desperately.

"Boss!"

As soon as he rushed out, he saw a large pool of blood on Fat Tiger's chest.

"Boss, it's okay, it's okay," the long-haired man stepped forward and hugged Fat Tiger, his eyes red.

"Look at this! Hurry up and call an ambulance!" Changfa yelled at the crowd who were about to come forward to watch.

"Why are you yelling? I'm not dead yet!" At this time, Fat Tiger's strong voice sounded.

After the blood flow, he finally woke up completely.

"Boss, are you okay?"

"There's a lot of flesh, so the bullet didn't penetrate. It's just a minor flesh wound." After saying that, Fat Tiger took off his clothes and blocked his chest with them.

"Let's go, let's go back first." After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the taxi parked at the door.

He didn't want anyone to discover his immortality.

The taxi driver was completely stunned. He had been waiting for customers at the door and saw the entire shooting process from beginning to end.

Seeing the other person walking towards him, he quickly opened the car door.

He didn't dare to despise such a ruthless person, who looked calm even after being shot three times.

The man with long hair looked at his boss walking briskly and thought that nothing seemed to be wrong, so he quickly chased after him.

Soon the car started and headed towards Sham Shui Po.

The driver saw that Fat Tiger's chest was still bleeding and his clothes were soaked in a short while, so he stepped on the accelerator and the half-hour drive took him less than 15 minutes.

As soon as the car stopped, Fat Tiger opened the door with his fuzzy hands and ordered, "Give me more money."

The man with long hair sitting in the passenger seat quickly took out five hundred yuan and handed it to the driver, then got out of the car and chased after him.

As soon as he got home, Fat Tiger took out the toolbox.

After a while, he found a pair of tweezers from inside, which should have been used to make tea.

"Don't stand there in a daze. Go buy me some gauze and needle and thread." Fat Tiger said to the long-haired girl who was standing there at a loss.

"Boss, why don't we go to the hospital?" Changfa said worriedly.

The blood didn't stop all the way, and he was a little skeptical that it was just a superficial injury. If it weren't for his boss who remained calm and full of energy, he would have wanted to send him directly to the hospital and not go home.

"Okay, I know my own body well, just do as I say."

Long Hair could only nod and quickly ran out the door.

Fat Tiger took the tweezers, put them on the gas and burned them for a while, then left them aside to dry.

He went to find a mirror, took off the blood-soaked clothes, found a clean cloth, and began to wipe the wound that was still bleeding, while looking at the wound.

Three bullets, one lodged in the bone and two penetrated the heart.

The shooting skills are still very good, Fat Tiger thought.

Then he picked up the cooled tweezers and reached in, starting to poke left and right, and tried to pick up anything he felt was iron.

Because there was too much blood and it was too slippery, it took Fat Tiger a full five minutes to remove the three bullets.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have stabbed himself to death even if he didn't die if he had done so.

The process was so painful that he grimaced and blood was all over the floor.

He found another piece of cloth to block the wound and waited until Changfa's shopping came back before he started sewing in front of the mirror.

As for whether it would cause inflammation or not, he didn't consider it. Anyway, he wouldn't die, at most he would have a fever for a few days.

Changfa also quickly tidied up his hair and said he didn't know how to sew the flesh.

While cleaning, he was really frightened when he saw the three bloody bullet heads on the ground.

I decided to eat a little more weight in the future, it can really save my life in critical moments.

After he finished cleaning the house, Fat Tiger had sutured his wound and stopped the bleeding.

"Okay, find a room to sleep in."

After Fat Tiger finished speaking, he yawned and prepared to go back to his room.

Today I did some boxing, drank some alcohol, and lost several pounds of blood. I'm really tired.

I obviously feel that I have much less strength now.

It seems that if an immortal body bleeds too much, it will have a certain impact on itself.

Seeing that his boss was really fine, Changfa finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, as if remembering something, he said, "Boss, is it really impossible for a man to be loyal and righteous?"

When Fat Tiger heard this, he turned around and slammed his head on him, "How could I be interested in you if you don't keep your loyalty?"

Changfa thought it was right. If he was unfaithful and unrighteous, why would anyone like him? But he was puzzled and asked, "Then why did you say that to Liangkun?"

Fat Tiger rolled his eyes at him.

"At best, he and I are using each other. I'm short of money, and he's rich. If I don't talk to him about money, how can I talk about feelings?"

"Then why did he say that?" Changfa remembered the earnest teachings of Liang Kun at the dinner table and continued to ask.

Fat Tiger hit him on the head again.

"He's rich, what do you have? Are you trying to imitate him? Who would want to hang out with you if you don't keep your word?"

Changfa seemed to understand what he said and fell into deep thought.

Fat Tiger didn't bother him and went straight back to his room.

Changfa thought about it for a while but couldn't figure it out. Seeing that the boss was asleep, he went into another room to rest.

A night without words...

By the time Fat Tiger woke up, it was already past three in the afternoon.

The wound will still bleed, but it will not have much impact.

After a night's rest, he felt at least somewhat recovered.

I picked up my phone and saw more than a dozen missed calls and a message about a deposit of 700 million yuan.

When I left the room, I found that the long hair was gone.

There was a bowl of porridge on the coffee table in the living room. When I opened it, it turned out to be the delicious pig blood porridge.

I took out my phone and called Changfa, only to find out that he had gone out early in the morning. After exchanging the bets and transferring the money, he ran to set up the mourning hall.

Fat Tiger wanted to pass some of the money to him, but Long Hair said that he had won a lot too.

Upon asking, I found out that he had given all the 20 yuan he had extorted from Honghuangliangmao to Changfa, and together with the 10 yuan he was given on the day he was released from prison, there was still some left, a total of 25 yuan that he had deposited and earned more than 60 yuan. Now he has no shortage of money at all.

After hanging up the phone, he remembered that he still had a check for tens of millions.

I walked into the room and took out the money from yesterday's trouser pocket, silently reciting the recharge.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement.

After some research, he found out that the system did not recognize checks. If he wanted to top up his account, he had to go to the bank to exchange the check.

I got up, brushed my teeth and washed my face, changed the gauze, changed my clothes, and while drinking porridge, I checked the missed call and called back.

"Ayi, what's the matter?"

"Boss, last night the Hongxing Nest led a group to attack us, but I fought them off. I thought this way..."

It turned out that Tian Yangyi had an appointment with the boss who was planning to come back and continue business last night.

But at night, I found that no one had come. I went out to ask around and found out that these fence-sitters wanted to wait for the result of the Fat Tiger boxing match before making a decision.