If you want to be a good person, find Huadi

At this time, Yizai and Tiebi were having their last dinner in a Western restaurant. This was a place they liked very much. Both of them said that they would definitely buy this place when they became rich in the future.

Laba was enjoying a massage from a young girl when a younger brother suddenly ran up and said, "Big brother, something terrible has happened!" In a good mood, Laba slapped the younger brother in the face. "What the hell are you panicking about? Who's dead again?" "Big brother, Ma Chao has asked me to draw lots to assassinate you." The younger brother quickly told Laba what he had heard. "Ma Chao? That lecher, his younger brothers are all lechers too. What kind of loser did they find?" Laba hadn't taken Ma Chao seriously since he'd fucked him twice. "It's one of Ma Chao's younger brothers, Gao Lao. He's set up a new lottery ceremony. He's got dozens of girls and has his younger brothers find apples. The winner is the one who finds the apple. As for who won, it's still unclear." Gao Lao's outspokenness is now well known, but most people laugh at him. After all, assassination by drawing lots is something that shouldn't be made public, but he made such a big fuss about it. He doesn't understand the principle of secrecy. But it could also be Gao Lao's intention.

"If you don't know, go check it out. Scatter everyone out, find that loser, and chop off his hands and feet, just don't chop him to death." Laba didn't care at all. How could a master compete with a piece of trash like Ma Chao? When the uncles voted to appoint me as the boss, I would sacrifice Ma Chao first and kill him to show my power. "Brother, we've all spread out, and you have no one around. What if that loser comes?" A younger brother said worriedly. "What can Ma Chao and his gang of losers do to me? It doesn't matter. Just leave two of you, and the others will go and look for him. We must find him." Laba said perfunctorily, and then continued to enjoy the massage.

Yizai and Tiebi were eating while reminiscing about the past. They might really be going to heaven soon. Yizai told Tiebi that he must fight back if someone hits him in the future, so that he would not be looked down upon. Tiebi said with an indifferent expression, "I'll wait for you to come back and avenge me." In fact, he also hoped that Yizai could escape successfully. Yizai said nothing and rubbed Tiebi's head. Tiebi saw a group of hooligans running around outside the restaurant. He recognized a few of them who should be the trumpets, so he went out to see what was going on under the pretext of buying cigarettes.

Tiebi secretly followed the gang of thugs and overheard them searching for the winner. It seemed Gao Lao's lottery ceremony had already reached them, but it wasn't clear if they'd discovered that Yizi had won. Forget it, they should just lure them away; if they ran into Yizi, it would be troublesome. Tiebi deliberately let the thugs see him sneaking away, which indeed attracted their attention. "Brother Liang, that's Gao Lao's swindler. Why don't we catch up and ask him?" one of the thugs asked his leader. "Well, what are we waiting for? It's just him, let's go and take him down." Tiebi was caught off guard, and the leader, Brother Liang, kicked Tiebi to the ground with a kick so hard that Tiebi vomited, and it landed on Brother Liang's shoes. "Aren't you awesome? You vomited on my shoes?" Brother Liang glared at Tiebi with ill intent. "I'll wipe it off for you." Tiebi, a low-level thug, was very humble and immediately offered to clean Brother Liang's shoes. "Lick it clean." Tiebi had no choice but to lick it clean with his tongue. "Damn it, you're a piece of shit. Tell me, who got the prize? Was it your good brother Yizi?" Tiebi was loyal enough to remain silent. "Beat him until he says, 'He's Tiebi,' let's see if his iron arms are strong enough," Liangge ordered.

The other brothers unleashed a barrage of abuse on Tiebi, particularly beating his hands as ordered by Liangge. Tiebi's right hand was bloody and bruised, the bones exposed, but Tiebi remained silent, preferring to be beaten to death rather than betray Yizi. Seeing Tiebi's stubbornness, Liangge knew that if he continued beating him, he might die without saying a word, so he came up with a plan. "Come on, Tiebi, hello, brother!" Liangge said, bringing over a bitch and having Tiebi's pants removed. The remaining 3 words will be omitted.

Meanwhile, Yizai, unable to wait for Tiebi's return, guessed something had happened to him and rushed out to look for him. Catching them in an alley, he immediately drew his gun and opened fire. He'd never fired a gun before, and with his bullets exhausted, he'd only managed to knock out Liang Ge. Seeing their guns drawn, the other thugs scattered. Tiebi quickly put on his pants, snatched the gun from Yizai, and pointed it at Liang Ge's head, threateningly demanding, "Where do you live? Where do you live?" Liang Ge was completely stunned. Damn, are all these thugs so arrogant these days, even carrying guns? While he was still bewildered, Tiebi asked him where he lived again. Unaware of Tiebi's intentions, Liang Ge casually gave his own address. Tiebi, upon receiving the answer, immediately opened fire, but unfortunately, he was out of bullets. He then placed the barrel of his gun against Liang Ge's head and repeatedly struck him, muttering to himself, "Killing you isn't enough." Yizai offered no comfort, allowing him to beat Liang Ge to death.

By this time, Yizi had figured out that since Laba's men were searching for him, the people around him were in trouble. Now without bullets, his gun was useless, and there was no time to get more. Leaving Tiebi alone to beat up Liang Ge, he pulled out the dagger Gao Lao had given him and headed towards the bathhouse where Laba was having a massage.

When Yizi arrived at the bathhouse entrance, he saw Laba and two of his men frantically beating a filthy middle-aged man. Laba, perhaps tired, stood aside to rest. Seeing his chance, Yizi rushed over and began thrashing Laba furiously. Laba's men were horrified when they saw this. Yizi, like a demon from hell, thrashed Laba furiously. Seeing Laba dying, they took off running. By the time Yizi regained consciousness, Laba's stomach was tattered.

"Don't move! Put your hands up. I'll shoot if you move again." A familiar voice rang out. Yizai looked up and saw it was the fat policeman. Feisha was pointing a gun at him. Yizai ignored him and was about to leave with the dagger in hand. Just then, with a bang, Feisha fired his gun, hitting the nearby railing. "If you run again, I'll hit you in the leg next time." Yizai knew he couldn't escape, so he tossed the dagger aside and sat down. Feisha went over and handcuffed him to the nearby railing, then started calling for the team to drive over. Feisha was a member of the PTU team, so the credit was guaranteed. At this moment, the shabby middle-aged man who had just been beaten ran up to Feisha and said, "Ah, sir, please give me some face. This is my nephew. Let him go." Feisha knew him; he was a bodyguard. But Feisha couldn't give him any face. "Your nephew? Do you know his name? Besides, which of the underworld or the white world do you think is more respectable? Why should I give you face? Don't leave. We'll go to the police station to record our statement later."