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"Meng'er! Come here! I was fucking beaten!"

Meng woke up suddenly, and a carp bounced up from the bed, and with a "bang", it hit the wall lamp firmly.

"Hold--"

He covered his eyes, gasping for breath in pain, his whole small round face was wrinkled bitterly, the dirty orange curly hair that exploded was already soft, and the naturally drooping eyebrows and eyes were also rosy at the moment. It's indescribably pitiful.

"Where...where are you, how many people are there?"

"Wangjiang! I don't know how many people are there! Damn it's so dark, if you don't come, they should make dumplings with me!"

Meng Yi hurriedly lifted the quilt and got off the bed, revealing a thick cardigan fluffy pajamas with a bunch of palm-sized Pikachu dolls hanging on it.

He gloated with his mobile phone between his hands: "Baobai, remember to ask them to save a plate for me."

Immediately there was a tearful accusation from the opposite side, Meng Yi smiled and said "wait" before hanging up.

The person on the phone was his childhood friend, an underground rapper, with average song making but a stinky mouth, both damaged and strong, he was beaten every two days for swearing, and a few friends who played together called him "Your fart" .

Facts have proved that he has indeed lived up to this reputation.

In a hurry to go out, Meng Yi wrapped an orange lambswool jacket over the coral fleece pajamas. The sleeves were tied too tightly and he looked clumsy when he ran. He seemed to be kicked out when he jumped out of the elevator. Yes, like a little orange bear.

It's just that the bear's expression is a bit smelly.

The short legs lined by the fat pajama pants stepped on the red Ducati, and the front windshield fell off with a click. When driving out of the garage, Meng Yi couldn't help but blew the flute twice, for fear that others would not know He is flirtatious.

Hurry up and ride for a quarter of an hour to reach the destination.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the cold wind blew up the noise. From a long distance away, one could see the neon sign on the high place flashing through, with the words "Wangjiang" written on it.

On the East Third Ring Road of Jiangcheng, on the seventeen streets that run through Dongcheng District and Xicheng District, all businesses that have anything to do with entertainment are in the hands of one person, and no one dares to say a word.

Meng Yi knew very little about this man, except that his surname was Fu, and he had decided on the name Wangjiang.

Following the movement, he ran to the back of a clubhouse, which was remote and dark, with no one there. Meng Yi just stepped in and found Chen Lin.

Surrounded by eight or nine tall, burly thugs with crowbars, he was shivering like a little chicken, twitching in fright.

While smoking, he yelled: "Come on, you idiot! My big brother will come right away! When the time comes, you'll be fucked! Going to the hospital to register is because the underworld doesn't have a medical insurance card! It's too expensive for you!"

Meng Yi: "..."

Meng Yi: Really fucking convinced...

If the timing wasn't right and the occasion wasn't right, he would give Chen Lin a knock.

It's all like this, that mouth hasn't stopped. When he dies and enters the coffin and hears someone arguing next to him, he will probably have to uncover the coffin and make a few remarks.

Meng Yi glanced around twice, picked up a stick from the ground, then kicked over the nearest trash can with a "bang".

Whether you can fight well or not is another matter. If you lose, you don't lose.

Everyone who was attracted by the noise turned their heads one after another, and saw a young man with a cold face raise his hand and slowly take off his earrings.

His small palm-sized face was raised proudly, and when his bright almond eyes swept over, he spat out a cruel sentence comparable to a TVB boss: "Have you lost your mind, bro, are you a gangster who doesn't know the rules?"

"This is Wangjiang, don't let me fight!"

5 minute later.

Boss Meng, who was dragged to [-] yuan, was pulled up by the waist of his trousers, his hands and feet hanging in the air were flapping desperately, and his dirty orange head was shaking in the air. From a distance, it looked like a fat orange with fried hair .

It has to be a hybrid with a bantam cat.

The big, tall guy in the lead threw him next to Chen Lin, and patted his face, "Do you understand the rules? Don't try to imitate others if you haven't finished your homework! You must have watched too many movies!"

"Pooh!"

Meng Yi had a lot of backbone, he glared at him like two small flames were burning in his eyes, and was about to spit the blood in his mouth into someone's face when he saw the tall man pull out a crowbar from behind.

With a thud, he swallowed his saliva, "Understood."

Backbone counts ass.

The tall man sneered, took a few steps and took out his cell phone, not knowing who to call.

Meng Yi turned around and glared at Chen Rin: "How the hell did you provoke them? These people are so tough that they would die in a fight. Damn it, we're really going to stick around here today!"

Chen Lin was still sobbing, and sniffed with low eyebrows, "I was the only one playing in their bar, and then touched a woman's thigh..."

"Don't tell me whose wife is that woman?"

"That's not enough," he honestly lowered his head, and said in a breathy voice, "it's their sister-in-law."

"Damn it!" Meng Yi was so angry that the wound on his forehead oozes blood, trickling, "You touch your sister-in-law in the big brother's shop? Is your brain used to cook hot pot?!"

Chen Lin was quite aggrieved, and flattened her mouth, "I don't want to, but she calls me a genius composer..."

"What happened after you finished calling? Did she take you upstairs for a spring night?"

"Not at all!" Chen Lin said aggrievedly, "She brought me in front of her husband, and said that if she didn't buy pigeon eggs for her, she would leave with me tonight!"

Meng Yi immediately became angry, "You idiot! Do you know that you were used as a gun!"

"I know!"

Chen Lin choked his neck, and said with a guilty conscience: "I found out later...don't bully me..."

Meng Yi was annoyed: "I fucking look at you like a bear!"

Chen Lin glanced at his outfit, thinking that you look more like me than me, but he dared not say it, and asked tremblingly, "Meng'er, how do we go out?"

Meng Yi gave him a gouged look, "How else can you get out, get out sideways!"

It's not that he hasn't fought before, but he spent more time rolling up his sleeves to fight than holding a pen when he was in school, and he can pick five out of five when playing horizontally.

But it was all a small matter of half-children, and it would be a lie to say that they are not afraid when they really meet such a group of desperate social people.

The big tall man over there nodded and bowed at the phone, he got some instructions, hung up the phone and came back, pointing at them, "Tie a string and take it away."

Chen Lin turned pale in shock, "What are you doing! Let us go!"

Meng Yi struggled desperately to dodge, and yelled at the tall man: "Bastard! Do you still want to kidnap people in the street! Do you know that you are breaking the law by doing this! I will definitely call the police and arrest you!"

The tall man sneered, and the white flakes stuck to his stubble also trembled, "Call the police? Let's talk about it tonight after you get through it."

Meng Yi's pupils shrank sharply, and his hairs stood on end in fright.

What does he mean?

What is it called tonight?

Isn't it just a fight? What do these people want to do?

His face was pinched suddenly, and the tall man squinted at him, with a greasy and disgusting tone: "Don't be afraid, my brother will take you to take two fun photos, if you behave well, I won't ask them to come together, accompany you." Just play around with your brother."

He raised his hand and pointed at them, "Take them away!"

"and many more!"

Meng Yi took two deep breaths, his eyes rolled quickly to look at the people around him, after two seconds he smiled suddenly, and licked his lips at the tall man, "Okay, I will definitely behave well."

"Yo," the tall man beamed with joy, reaching out to touch him, "it's quite interesting."

Unexpectedly, Meng Yi suddenly exploded, jumped into the air, bent his knees and slammed into his crotch hard, Fat Orange turned into a fat wolf.

"Playing, playing! You are playing a big watermelon without a full moon!"

After he landed, he "bang bang" gave the big tall man two feet, then pulled Chen Lin's rope and pushed him out, "Run out and call the police!"

Someone next to him grabbed his arm and swung it violently on the ground. Meng Yi fell to the ground, half of his body was numb, and his eyes were filled with physiological tears in an instant.

In a blur, he saw someone swinging towards him with a crowbar in his hand. The thick silver iron was cold and swung straight at his head.

At the very moment, Chen Lin appeared out of nowhere, stared at those rabbit-like red eyes and yelled, and rushed forward desperately, covering his head with his chest.

The crowbar was only a few centimeters away from Chen Lin's back, and Meng Yi's heart was about to jump out. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a parabola in the sky above his head, and then there was a piercing "bang" that exploded in the eardrums. The man with the crowbar screamed and fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from his entire right hand!

And at his feet, lay a shattered thick-bottomed glass wine bottle, which was thrown from a high altitude and hit his wrist impartially.

The surroundings fell into a brief silence, and the hearts of everyone present jumped twice, looking around in fear.

"Who?" One of the thugs was the first to react, and swung the crowbar around for a full circle, asking fiercely: "Who threw the wine bottle? Who the hell did it?!"

"I."

A deep voice fell, Meng Yixun raised his eyes, and saw that the square wooden window directly above their heads was completely opened.

A man walked up to the window, with broad shoulders, wearing a black vest, the green light of the Bluetooth headset in his ear was flickering non-stop, tobacco sparks were caught by his fingertips, and when he lifted his wrist, a narrow light was drawn in the night.

His arm sticks out of the window, and even the fierce blue vein can be seen on the stretched muscles.

The moment Meng saw the hand clearly, his pupils shrank sharply, his face turned red, and he clamped his buttocks reflexively——

"Hold."

It's him!

Hard to top.

The author says:

You really can't stand up, only he can stand up to you_

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Let’s start this article, it’s a sour and sweet little story. In the early stage, you are favored and favored, but in the later stage, you are chased by your husband. There is no major abuse point.I like to collect a little bit.

There are two changes in the decline.

Bao’er, who is waiting for this article, can punch in a card (〃ω)