Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Five or six people immediately stood out from the crowd, holding weapons, and one of them said:

"What do you want, little bastard?"

Zhou Changli asked: "Where did I stab you?"

"Calf!" The man pulled up his trouser leg. "See clearly? The scar is still there."

"Okay, let's fight back!" Zhou Changli also rolled up his trouser legs.

"Come on, stab me here, I won't fight back."

The other person frowned, "What do you mean? You're playing dirty tricks on me."

"If you don't dare, I'll do it myself." Without any nonsense, the knife came down and stabbed into his calf. It went in halfway and then pulled out. Blood dripped onto the ground. Zhou Changli had no expression on his face.

"what do you think?"

"You..." the other person snorted, "You are so cruel!" but did not come up again.

"And you!"

next.

"thigh!"

"Okay," and another knife came.

"Next one...Puff, puff!"

In a short while, Zhou Changli had become a bloody man, with holes all over his legs, arms, and body. He was pale and staggering, and he might collapse and die of shock at any time due to excessive blood loss. Everyone present was shocked. A big battle would turn into a "journey of atonement" for the little bastard. Zhong Yuemin had not expected that the ending Zhou Changli had told him last night would end like this. Zhou Changli gasped for breath and turned to look at Ning Qun on his side.

"Ning Qun, you are the only one left. I will return this knife to you..." He stabbed himself in the belly again.

Ning Qun rushed forward, snatched the bloody dagger from the little bastard's hand, and said coldly:

"Little bastard, I still don't like you, but you are indeed a man, so forget about my knife."

Zhou Changli squeezed out two words, "Thank you... Thank you!"

Unable to hold on any longer, he collapsed. Ning Qun hurriedly supported him, and Li Kuiyong also came up to help, holding a kettle to his mouth.

"Xiaojiu, drink something quickly."

"Brother Yong, I...I'm not thirsty."

"Just drink it if you ask me to. Yuemin said it's effective. Hurry up..." He poured a few sips into the man, helped him to the back, and bandaged him with gauze.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Li Yuanchao,

"Aiding Korea, what do you think?"

Li Yuanchao's face darkened as he remained silent. He hadn't expected the little bastard to be so resolute and stab him without hesitation. He really didn't have the courage to do so. Du Weidong jumped out and taunted him:

"Zhong Yuemin, you're not naive enough to think that just because that little bastard stabbed himself a few times, this matter will be forgotten, right? Fine! Let's not talk about the people who were stabbed for now, but what about the girl he stabbed to death? And what about the girl he raped? How are we going to settle this account?"

A group of people from the Diplomatic Compound immediately stood up.

"Little bastard, if you won't give us everything back, then stab yourself in the heart. One life for another."

"And chop that thing off your crotch!"

Zhong Yuemin looked at Du Weidong's smug look and was not anxious.

"I understand why we want to avenge our brothers and sisters in our compound, but every wrong has its perpetrator. Do you really think that little bastard did these dirty things?"

"Who else could it be if he wasn't him?"

"The police are looking for him everywhere. How can we wrongly accuse him?"

Du Weidong said:

"Zhong Yuemin, stop quibbling. You're defending that little bastard so much. I suspect you're the mastermind behind this. You said we're all from the same compound, so why are you so malicious?"

"Don't flatter yourself. You're just a little Japanese kid, a foreigner, why are you pretending to be from the compound? We don't have eunuchs like you who have no balls in our compound."

"Zhong Yuemin, you're looking for death!"

"Haha!" Zhong Yuemin sneered, "I want you to meet someone and see who will die between us. Bring that person up here."

Three people emerged from the crowd at the back, one of them being held captive. When Du Weidong saw the man in black in the middle, he was so frightened that he couldn't even scream. His face turned pale. "How... how could this bastard be here?" His mind was buzzing, and he immediately understood a terrible truth. That night, when he tried to assassinate Zhong Yuemin, this bastard didn't escape. It's very likely that the assassination failed and Zhong Yuemin captured him alive, and then he waited for this day. Thinking of this, his whole body trembled uncontrollably. This Zhong Yuemin was too scheming, too persistent, to have held it in until now.

It's over, it's over, he just dug a hole and buried himself, his legs felt weak, at this moment he just wanted to escape from here immediately,

Zhong Yuemin said, "Du Weidong, you should recognize this person, right?"

Du Weidong's voice trembled, "Who...who is it? I don't know him!"

"Yuemin, Haiyang and I were stabbed by this guy, a little bastard pretending to be a jerk," Zhang Xiaojing pushed the wheelchair over.

"Everyone, listen up. A while ago, Zhang Haiyang and I were stabbed by a little bastard at the gate of Courtyard No. 2. We were practically on the verge of death. It wasn't the little bastard who did it, but this guy impersonating the little bastard. Tell me, who ordered you to do that?"

The man in black pointed at Du Weidong expressionlessly.

"It's him. He pays me and I do things for him."

"Bullshit!" Du Weidong immediately denied it and falsely accused Zhong Yuemin and others.

"Zhong Yuemin, he just picked someone to be a scapegoat and thinks we are fools. Everyone, please don't believe his lies. He is trying to alienate us. No way."

The man in black said:

"Your name is Du Weidong, right? I just found out your name. Don't rush to clean up your mess. Since I'm doing this for you, do you think I shouldn't leave some means of survival for myself? Let's not talk about anything else first. Let's talk about the guy I stabbed to death in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs compound. You said that this guy's father is a big boss. If I kill him and then frame the little bastard, the police and the higher-ups will definitely take action and let the real little bastard jump out himself.

The same thing happened with the girl who raped that girl in the compound. You told me where she lived, her whereabouts that day, and whether she was with anyone...."

"You, you're talking nonsense!"

"I'm not kidding. You probably don't know that every time you come to my place, I secretly take photos of you. I also have your footprints and handwriting. I remember every payment you made to me, the time, amount, and time. You want to use me as a scapegoat? Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"You, you...you're talking nonsense. Don't listen to him. This bastard is slandering me. He's defaming me, defaming me!"

No one was stupid. Seeing Du Weidong's furious expression, this little devil had a terrible reputation to begin with, prone to doing filthy things. How could they not tell who was real and who was fake? Stabbed, stabbed to death, and abused by the fake little bastard, several of the victims' fellow rioters surrounded Du Weidong, demanding an explanation. Li Yuanchao hadn't anticipated the situation developing to this point. How could the troops he had assembled suddenly, instead of dealing with the little bastard and Zhong Yuemin, turn against his own "confidant"?

"Everyone, don't rush into action. Listen to me. This is just the other party's one-sided story. I think it's best to control this guy first and interrogate him personally. We can't let our brothers be wronged."