The suburb of Yuanlong in Xiangjiang is surrounded by desolation and overgrown weeds. Only a two-story village house stands alone. The house is brightly lit at the moment, and a dozen gangsters with hair of various colors are watching from the first floor. Football game, drinking beer, the house is littered and messy.
"Brother Xiaobai, what on earth do we want to ask when we change shifts every day to torture the person below?" asked the fat butcher.
Xiaobai frowned and said impatiently, "How many times have I told you, don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked."
"But Brother Xiaobai, look at us torturing him like this. Ordinary people would have died long ago, but this person is like a puddle of mud. He just wants to keep breathing. But he is still alive. I think there is something wrong with this person."
"Of course there is a problem. If there is no problem, will it be brought to us from Shanghai?"
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about him. That bitch under Brother Xiaobai has been locked up there for so long. Who is she?
Seeing the slutty expression on this fat man's face, Xiao Bai knew what he was thinking.
"She, you'd better not even think about it."
"Is there anything we shouldn't think about? Isn't it our cup of tea to be locked up here? She is a little older, but she is so coquettish." The fat butcher swallowed as he spoke. "Besides, Brother Xiaobai, I'm almost out of breath when she looks like that. It's such a waste if she doesn't use it."
"It doesn't matter if I tell you." Xiaobai said, trying to adjust his posture.
The fat man immediately handed over the cigarette and lit the fire with a flattering face.
The man in the white suit closed his eyes and took a good puff of the cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said slowly, "That woman is the boss of the Hong Gang. I advise you, you can't think of such a woman, even if she dies. You can’t touch it either, otherwise you’ll lose all your fat, do you understand?”
Several people took a breath of air when they heard this. The evil thoughts in my heart were swept away.
"Brother Xiaobai, what do we want to do if we catch the boss's woman back?"
"Is this what you should ask? Are you tired of living?"
"Come and drink, drink."
"Drink, let's do some boxing."
"Come on, when will the horses come?"
...
The door to the basement was slowly pushed open, and a man covered in blood and scabs, wearing only what looked like red underwear, walked out swaggeringly but silently.
The people upstairs were not aware of what had just happened downstairs at all. They were still drinking, watching football games, and picking up girls.
He now held a short stick in his hand, which he was very familiar with. This short stick had caused him countless injuries over the past few days.
The first person to react was Brother Xiaobai. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then let out a shocking yell. While drinking, he picked up the wine bottle at his feet. While watching TV, he picked up the bench and rushed over with his shirtless body while flirting with a girl, as if someone had killed his son.
Muzishan's pace was very strange. The living room of more than 20 square meters was now crowded with aggressive gangsters. Every step he took was in the empty space. Every time he took a step, a gangster fell down without a sound. , now Muzishan's killing of these people is no different than swatting a fly to death, but he did not kill them.
After five people fell down, these people finally woke up. The Young and Dangerous had their own ruthlessness and inner beliefs. They would not allow them to be defeated in this way when they were numerically superior. There was no way A man takes care of his fallen brother. They have no moves or any rules. They simply trade injuries for injuries and lives for lives. Every punch comes out without any spare force, and every sword strike is done with all their strength.
Suddenly a machete struck Muzishan from the top of his head, and at the same time a dagger pierced Muzishan's lower abdomen, a bowl-sized fist hit the side of Muzishan's head, and he kicked Muzishan with his slipper-sized feet. The crook of the knee.
He was determined and everyone present thought so at this moment.
Muzishan didn't panic at all. He just raised the hand holding the stick and deflected the machete that was hitting his head. Then it magically flew to the ceiling. Completely unaffected by gravity, he was like a swallow returning to its nest.
Yes, it was flying. In the eyes of others present, Muzishan flew up without warning, and then put his hands and feet on the ceiling, with his head half sideways, looking at the people below expressionlessly. Such a scene is extremely weird, making people think of the female ghosts in the ghost movies in Xiangjiang, which makes people shudder.
Muzishan did not stop, and used the [Yangui Technique] taught by Zhang Qi to slide from the ceiling to the wall on one side, and in an instant he knocked down two people with the short stick in his hand. In his eyes, these gangsters were indeed the same as flies. There is no difference. The only difference is that these people's targets are much larger than flies and are easier to shoot.
The stick was waved in Muzishan's hand, and the gangsters fell one after another. Now there are only four people left standing. Brother Bai is shivering on the side. He wants to run now. But it's too late, the gate position is now occupied by the opponent.
He hesitated for a few seconds out of shock when he yelled at the beginning, and then he felt a little more relieved when he saw the menacing look of his brothers. When he realized that something was wrong and wanted to rush out, it was already too late. Xiaobai was the one who got on top from the waist down, and had no idea of picking up the guy and fighting for his life.
In front of him was a butcher who looked like a pig. He was holding a pig-killing knife in his hand. He was somewhat imposing, but his feet were swaying unconsciously.
The feet of the two people in front of them were also shaking, but they were not frightened, they lost strength after suddenly jumping off the bed. So I kept hiding behind. The two of them saw Mu Zishan walking over step by step and wanted to say a few words. Their heads felt heavy and they fell to the ground.
"How dare you, our Alphabet Gang will not let you go."
"Okay." Muzishan replied coldly
This is what the fat man said, and it is also the only dialogue in this battle. The fat butcher didn't even have time to think about what the other party was talking about, and his body was already flat against the floor.
Muzishan walked over and lightly hit the fat man's right hand twice. This fat man is the one who hurts him the most. He tortures himself all day long with a ferocious smile every time. These two attacks were Muzishan's extra revenge on him.
Brother Xiaobai knelt down when he saw this, and was about to beg for mercy, but he immediately lost control of his throat, and a set of neat white teeth fell out and dangled in his mouth. His forehead hit the ground hard, and the broken teeth in his mouth fell to the ground one by one, just like big beads falling on a jade plate.
Muzishan did not leave immediately. He went to the bathroom to clean himself briefly, and then put on Xiaobai's suit. Then he started to search, plundering all the money and belongings from all the people who fell on the ground.
In addition to tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars, they also found several car keys, several gold watches, and various gold chains weighing several kilograms. Most of the young and Dangerous young people living in the world have homes that they cannot return to, and most of them have no relatives or friends. They are ready to run away at any time, just like duckweeds. Only by taking all their belongings with them can they gain some comfort.
"Boy, you are quite leisurely. Have you forgotten about me?"
