"Damn it, what's the weather like? It won't rain in the morning or at night, but it's going to rain tonight." A group of men of various ages, slovenly men, were walking in the rain. He kept cursing in his mouth.
After the man finished speaking, there was another long-haired man, who shook his greasy hair, but he didn't shake it up. All of it was wet and stuck to the Tianling cover. He had to pull his hair with his hands again and again, and said angrily: "Damn it. , the person in charge is not a damn good person, even those bitches on the construction site who have been screwed by others dare to ask for so much money from me."
"It's not our money, who cares." A man with small eyes chuckled and answered.
"We're here." An old man who looked older than others wiped the rain off his face and looked up at the dormitory number.
A group of people suddenly became excited.
There was nothing to worry about. A group of people entered the house stepping on their old cloth shoes that were already full of mud.
The house was not big, and 007 and his party of six did not hear the movement outside the door at first. It wasn't until the door of the house was kicked open that he suddenly woke up.
A man familiar with the situation turned on the light in the dark, and the yellow light illuminated the room.
The man who kicked in the door first just now didn't even care about the shoes that flew away, and rushed towards the woman who was closest to the door.
Screams came from inside the house, and the excited men became even more excited.
Fang Bai had already thrown the fog ball into 0334's dormitory. As for the rest, there is no need to worry about it. Others will not meddle in other people's business and have long been numb.
Fang Bai was on the roof, dressed in black night clothes, raindrops splashed on the cloak and splashed away.
Sitting next to the sun board, the light in the room is slightly bright.
got windy.
The wind roared, and the cold rain seemed to turn into hail. The sound of slapping on the modular room became louder and denser.
The strong wind that suddenly changed direction hit Fang Bai in the face, and his black hood was blown off.
"roll!!!"
A scream pierced the night, but was torn to pieces in the violent wind.
It's 007's voice.
The heavy rain suddenly wet Fang Bai's hair, the rainwater flowed down his face and into his collar, and the night wind blew bitingly cold.
Fang Bai lowered his head, expressionless, and put on his hood again.
In the room, 007 looked at the people in front of him breathing heavily and feeling a little dizzy.
Memories from the past came flooding back, and she was scared.
Seeing these people approaching with unscrupulous lewd smiles. 007 gritted his teeth, raised the splintered wood chip in his hand, and scratched a few bloody marks on his face.
The wound was deep, the flesh was turned out, and it was bloody.
In the blink of an eye, his face was covered with blood, and 007's teeth were trembling with pain. One hand was holding the wood piece tightly, and the other hand was trembling to cover his face, but he did not dare to touch it.
Seeing 007 kneeling on the wooden bed and screaming, several men felt chills in their hearts.
Just when everyone was looking at each other, the man who kicked the door pulled a few people away, cursed cowards, and walked straight towards 007.
007 huddled in the corner, his whole body stiff, staring at the thin man walking over.
The man stepped forward and directly stretched out his hand to pull 007's clothes. His lean body was very strong, and 007 tried his best to shrink back.
The lean man frowned and slapped her face.
007 screamed in pain and was pulled off by the man, throwing him to the ground.
007 instinctively curled up and protected her head. The man raised his foot and kicked her. He had already seen that this woman was Worker No. 007.
At noon, the supernatural being said to give her a breath and then throw her out.
Thinking of this, the man kicked 007 in the ribs a few times. The spasms caused by the pain came one after another, making it difficult for 007 to breathe.
As soon as the man stepped down, 007 was no longer moving, and gastric juice and blood were gurgling out of the corner of his mouth.
The man kicked 007 again, causing 007 to fall on his back. With a grin, he stepped on 007's face with his feet covered in smelly dirt and ravaged her face wantonly.
007, who was about to fall into coma, suddenly woke up from the pain, crying and rolling on the ground.
The man became even more excited. He raised his black feet, stretched out his hands and rubbed them hard. He quickly pressed them on his face and took a few breaths of excitement.
Until all the disgusting sour smell was sucked into the nasal cavity, upwards to the Tianling Cap, and downwards into the lungs.
The man held his breath for a long time before he let out a long sigh of relief and turned to look at 007 on the ground with a grin.
He picked up 007 and pressed it against the bed, tearing the thin clothes into tatters with a few handfuls.
007 struggled feebly...
The cries in the room gradually became faint and lustful. Fang Bai slowly collapsed on the roof, eyes closed, silent.
I don't know when it was, the whining wind and the sad rain gradually became silent, leaving panic and helplessness to settle and ferment in the night.
Suddenly Fang Bai opened his eyes, and the dormitory door was opened, but he had no reaction.
Amid the gibberish of a group of men, a naked figure was thrown on a garbage heap.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the group of men left the naked figure again. During this period, the figure had made no movement at all.
Putting on his mask and lifting his hood, Fang Bai stood next to 007.
Fang Bai's Adam's apple moved and felt a little dry. He took a deep breath and squatted down, took out a light green biological agent, and looked at 007 who was covered in dirt. He was a little confused as to what to do.
After one injection, 007 started to react a moment later, and his breathing began to be noticeable.
Fang Bai took out another crystal blue potion and injected it into 007's body. A faint blue light traveled under the skin and dissipated after a moment. Suddenly 007's body stiffened, his angles became opisthotonic, and he began to twitch.
In extreme pain, 007's injuries are recovering rapidly. The bruises on the body surface faded quickly, and the injuries on the face healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, Fang Bai opened his personal terminal, sent a message and turned around to leave.
About ten minutes later, a small truck stopped next to 007. The door opened and there were two men. A short, fat middle-aged man and a young man in his twenties.
The man looked around for a while before looking at 007 on the garbage pile.
The man directed the young man to wipe 007's body randomly before carrying him into the car.
Fang Bai saw this and then retreated from the shadows.
Returning to the Wang Manor, as soon as he opened the underground garage of his small villa, a dark figure walked out of his small villa. Although he could not see clearly at night, Fang Bai knew that it was Wang Bing, the granddaughter of the head of the Wang family.
She was the only one who was still waiting for her at such a late hour. But Fang Bai didn't appreciate it and walked past Wang Bing before she could speak.
Wang Bing grabbed his wrist with his backhand and frowned: "Where have you gone?"
Fang Bai turned his head silently, his eyes lifeless and cold and numb. Wang Bing was frightened, and the hand holding Fang Bai's wrist involuntarily relaxed.
Seeing that he just didn't speak, Wang Bing softened his tone: "You have been in a bad state both at school and at home these days. I just wanted to ask if there is anything I can do to help."
"No." Fang Bai shook off her hand, his tone still cold, he said the two words and turned around to leave.
Wang Bing opened his mouth, took a step after him and saw the latter closing the door directly.
After staring blankly for a long time, Wang Bing pursed his lips and turned around to leave.
