At that moment, the man groaned and jumped up.
I remember this man very clearly.
The game that night was organized by him.
In the entire bureau, his status is second only to Chen Yan and one other person.
This man is dressed very low-key, with no logos visible on his clothes or boots.
There is no logo, but it is the most expensive.
"That night, you smashed a beer bottle at me. There were two feet outside."
The man pretending to be dead couldn't help but retreat, until he retreated into the snow on the side of the road, shouting in a hissing voice: "How do you remember it so clearly?"
I crept up carrying the beer box and said, "I tend to hold grudges!"
As he spoke, a beer bottle flew out.
The man pretending to be dead ducked out of the way and said, "We won't get to know each other without fighting. It's better to dissolve enemies than to marry them. Give me some face. Return to Yandu, and I'll serve you a drink to make amends. Follow the rules."
"If you have anything to do in the future, you can call me. I will risk my life to help you."
I threw a wine bottle at it and said coldly: "You also said that you were going to throw me into the Miyun Reservoir, and you asked two cameras to follow me to see how I would freeze to death."
Since the man pretending to be dead was quite agile, I smashed the bottle on the stone in front of him.
Beer bottles imported from abroad flew up with thousands of fragments, splashing all over the sky.
The man who was pretending to be dead suddenly had countless shards of glass on his face and hands, and he roared in pain: "I didn't fucking say I'd throw you to Secret Cloud, I meant Yuyuantan."
"it's the same!"
I shot two more wine bottles, one missed and the other hit the man who was pretending to be dead.
"Master Tong. That night was all a fucking misunderstanding. Young Master Tiger, Chen Zhu, even said he wouldn't pursue it any further."
The man covered his head and screamed, then stepped back.
I stood still and picked up the beer bottle indifferently: "Chen Tong is Chen Tong, I am me!"
Whoosh whoosh!
Beer bottles flew up all over the sky, shooting out like needles from the sun.
The man blocked the giant ugly Samba with both hands and dodged, shouting miserably: "Master Tong, stop fighting. They are all acquaintances. My grandpa is the seventh sword holder in Fangzhou. I am also the fucking one. A quarter of Fangzhou people."
"That night, if I knew you were from Fangzhou, I would never fucking do anything."
"I fucking swear!"
I stopped taking action and said sadly: "You kicked me twice that night. I should have repaid you twenty times. Now, I will spare you."
I held my head high and said coldly to the man who was pretending to be dead: "I don't care about the seventh sword holder's face, but because of the name Fangzhou."
The man who pretended to be dead looked very happy to have survived the disaster. He took a deep breath and nodded to me.
However, in the next second, my last beer bottle flew into the face of the man who was pretending to be dead. I hit him so hard that his nose was half broken. He yelled madly and painfully: "Tongshi. You can't be trustworthy!"
I said coldly: "Fangzhou people never pretend to be dead!"
The man who was pretending to be dead suddenly stood there in shock, his facial features distorted and he couldn't help stamping his feet and swearing, but he didn't dare to argue with me.
This vivid scene fell into the eyes of Su Haotian and his gang of young men, frightening their souls and breaking their courage.
After taking care of the three people, I didn’t give up. Instead, I carried a baseball bat and an alloy whip and walked into the car step by step on Amodiro’s spiral staircase.
There are only four words for Amodiro's interior decoration.
Commonplace!
This is not to blame Mercedes-Benz, after all, they have never cheated the poor.
Today, as we have just entered the new century, there are many people in China who can afford to buy luxury cars worth tens of millions like Amodiro.
But there are only a handful of people who can get cards, get blue cards, and get four consecutive numbers.
The cold wind was howling, and the open car door was facing the wind.
The cold wind carried snow particles and was raging wildly in the car. There were echoes of ghost cries and the girl's delicate and delicate shivering.
The baseball bat covered in blood that had turned brown was thrown on the table, and the alloy whip was smashed down casually.
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The sickly girl next to her, who looked extremely slim even in a thick down jacket, was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly and trembled uncontrollably.
A steaming cup of Tieguanyin, exuding a strong orchid fragrance, was delivered to me through a baseball bat.
I picked it up and drank it without any hesitation!
Across the table, a thin man wearing a thin down jacket just glanced at me and waved gently to the girl next to me.
The girl looked worried, looking at me timidly, and shook her head resolutely.
"You go down first. I'll be fine. He won't hit me."
The girl walked past me with tears in her eyes and gritted her white teeth. She walked past me in infinite misery, but her left hand was trying to take the baseball bat in an extremely dishonest manner.
I tilted my hand, and hot tea from the thermos cup poured on the back of the girl's hand. The girl was in pain but quickly retracted her hand. She looked at me timidly and walked out of the RV quickly and closed the door hard.
The resentment in the eyes of the man across from me flashed away, and he calmly handed me a cigarette and poured me another glass of wine.
Judging from his appearance, the man opposite is a typical talented person.
A hooked nose represents a man's scheming, while the most standard sword-shaped eyebrows represent a man's passion, passion, and courage.
The two big earlobes are comparable to the Buddha's and represent the man's profound blessings and bright future.
This is a man with an excellent family background and a very tough character.
At the same time, he is also the man I want to take revenge on tenfold!
The car shuddered slightly, and the dedicated driver braved the cold and draughty wind to maneuver Amodiro back slowly and get out of the main road.
Countless cheers came at this moment, as well as thunderous applause that beat the hail.
The obstacle was cleared, and the truck owner passed by my sight with his truck, speeding down the mountain with infinite gratitude.
Although all of Amodiro's windshields were smashed, when the curtains were pulled down, the warmth quickly returned to the car.
I refused the cigarette from the man across from me, took out the inner cigarette that the man in the Tianjian trench coat gave me and lit it. I reached for the man’s Hermès alpaca scarf with my left hand, pulled it over slowly and unhurriedly, and wiped the baseball bat.
The man opposite changed his color slightly, quietly tightened his eyes, and showed a bit of dissatisfaction: "You should have driven this car away. Now you have smashed it."
"So, you can only drive another Unimog. That car is not built either."
