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Chapter 39 Conflict
The door bolt twitched, and Wu Qing turned to look at the warehouse door again.

This time, no more unlucky ghosts were thrown in from the warehouse gate, but four water workers with red strings tied to their hands to beat the gong, carrying a few bamboo baskets, walked in.

A smoky wheat noodle smell emanated from the bamboo basket.

All those held in the warehouse were.

"dinner's ready."

As soon as they smelled this smell, everyone rushed forward.

"Get out!"

Several gong beaters had expected it a long time ago, and threatened them with their knives. More than 200 people immediately acted like quails, and did not dare to make an extra sound.

Da Gong Zai put the bamboo basket full of hard dough cakes on the ground, staring at him,

"Noodles, one for each person. You are not allowed to pick, and you are not allowed to take more, or I will chop off your hand."

Under the threat of steel knives, everyone in the warehouse barely lined up in an orderly manner.Wu Qing, who was left behind on crutches, lined up without haste.He was also hungry.

Black noodle cakes half the size of a palm disappeared from the bamboo basket one by one. No one dared to pick them out.

The bamboo basket was placed on the ground. Because of a leg injury, Wu Qing squatted down to get the black flour cake while leaning on his crutches.

Before he got it, the bamboo basket was picked up by a dozen gongs.

The gong player who brought up the bamboo basket laughed and said,
"Seeing that you are lame, it's inconvenient. I'll lift it up for you. Why don't you say thank you, sir?"

Wu Qing, who was half squatting, saw that the bamboo basket was higher than his head, and stood up again.He pursed his lower lip and grinned,
"Thank you uncle."

Reaching out to get the bread in the bamboo basket.

But the hand playing the gong loosened, and the bamboo basket fell to the ground.

Wu Qing's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. As soon as he reached out, there was a black dough cake on his hand.

Seeing that the cripple was in a state of exasperation, Da Gong Zai snorted, picked up the basket and left.

The malice of the powerful towards the weak always comes inexplicably, and disappears inexplicably.

The gong player teased him, as if Wu Qing, who didn't care, walked towards the pillar where he had been sitting on before, leaning on crutches.

But someone didn't want him to stop.

The bread was cold and hard, but the first few people who received the bread had already eaten it in two or three bites.

The bread is too small to fill a stomach that has been hungry all day.

One of the group turned their attention to Wu Qing and the others who received the bread at the end.

Especially Wu Qing.He was wounded all over and needed crutches to walk.

This group of people, seven or eight, were the first to be caught in this warehouse. They came early and formed a gang early.In the past two days, I have tasted the taste of bullying.

They surrounded them and snatched the bread from other people's hands one by one.

Among the group, a rooster grinned at Wu Qing and said,
"Can you eat a piece of cake with a limp? Give me some?"

Wu Qingli didn't even bother to talk about it. He opened his mouth and bit off a large piece of bread, his cheeks agitated, and the sound of chewing was distinct.

"Hey, your mother."

Ji Gongzui is annoyed, how dare a cripple look down on him?

The rooster's mouth grew evil from the gallbladder, and he punched Wu Qing in a hurry.

The posture is loose, and it is obvious that he has not practiced martial arts.

Wu Qing swallowed the bread, and poked forward with the crutch, as if using the crutch normally, but impartially, the tip of the crutch was just poking the rooster's mouth and feet.

How can it be easy to poke your feet with a hardwood crutch?

Ji Gongzui shrank his feet with a cry of "Ouch", and lost his momentum and rolled. Wu Qing dodged back and sideways, dragging the wound, baring his teeth, looking down at Ji Gongzui hugging his feet, screaming on the ground in pain.

There was a lot of commotion, and the few gong players who had just reached the warehouse door all turned around, looking fierce,
"Damn, what's the matter?"

Ji Gongzui's accomplice, the villain, complained first, and howled,
"It's said that the cripple has a bad heart, and it's true. He beat this man with a cane, and he fell badly."

"Looking for trouble, bitch?"

It was the gong boy who played Wu Qing before, he shook his head in displeasure, and came towards Wu Qing with a knife, indiscriminately, raised his hand and knocked the cake in Wu Qing's hand, and stepped on it into a few knots of ashes ,
Another kick towards the base of the crutch, Wu Qing let go of the crutch backwards, raised the crutch, pretended to fall a few steps backwards, and managed to stabilize himself.

"Come on, let's drink."

The companion at the door was urging, the gong player stared at Wu Qing coldly for five or six seconds, then looked around, shaking the steel knife in his hand,

"You should also be more conspicuous to me. If I commit a crime, it will not be as good as yours."

"Not yet?"

"Come on."

Facing his companion, Da Gong Zai put on a bright smile and trotted over in response.

Ji Gongzui showed a triumphant smile and got up from the ground.

Wu Qing didn't say a word, and limped back to the shadow of the pillar, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"This cock mouth, how does it look like me?"

Wu Qing has always been impatient.

One tease, one kick, and it's almost bottomed out.

Wu Qing slowly loosened the bandages on her body, waiting for the Shuidong factory to sound the whistle for night job change.

If he remembered correctly, the time when the flute of the au pair in Shuidong factory sounded was eight o'clock in the evening.

It was also eight o'clock in the evening when Wu Qing fully recovered from his injuries.

On the chest, hands, and legs, circles of bandages fell down, and the smell of medicine mixed with the stench that had been stuffy for three days gushed out.Wu Qing did not discard the smelly bandages, but tied them up in a ball.These are all cloth bandages, washable and reusable.

By the moonlight, Wu Qing could clearly see the condition of his left arm. The thumb-thick hole that was dripping with blood was now only the size of a mung bean.

The end is amazing.

Wu Qing thought for a while, this small wound seems to be...

Not too much of a problem.

Wu Qing's eyes suddenly lit up, jumping up from the ground,

But bumped into a fiery figure, under the thin moonlight, Wu Qing saw clearly,

It's a rooster's mouth.He obviously didn't take Da Gong Boy's warning seriously, and he came to trouble Wu Qing just after several Da Gong Boys left the warehouse.

Wu Qing pursed her lips,

"It's just half a bread, it's a trivial matter. I don't discriminate against class. It's Ren who endures the gong, and Ren who endures a bad boy like you. It doesn't make any difference. But you have to know one thing, I am..."

Wu Qing met the puzzled eyes of Ji Gongtou, his complexion was colder than Bai Yue's,
"You must be punished!"

In the indifferent moonlight, the crutch was instantly pulled out of a deformed phantom, and the crutch hit the rooster's mouth heavily.

In an instant, the flesh was torn apart, and the plasma splashed, and the cock passed out on the ground without even humming.

"Ugh-"

The screeching whistle.

Everywhere!

Wu Qing felt the pain and itching all over his body, and it dissipated.

Compared with a few seconds ago, Wu Qing's feeling can be described as a sky and a ground.

Even without looking at the wound, he knew that he was completely healed.

What a karma incarnation!

Not far away, Ji Gongzui and his group were waiting to watch the excitement, their expressions changed drastically, and they rushed over.

Wu Qing didn't wait for this group of people to approach at all, so he wheeled his crutches arrogantly, and opened a corridor while the rest of the warehouse screamed to avoid them.

After a few strides, the oil lamp became more and more bright in Wu Qing's eyes, and the crutches were fully swung in his hands.

"Whirring whirring--"

Spin like a windmill.

The person who was rushing to the front of the group had a blur before his eyes, and his head fell down like a cane.

The crutch stained with blood turned around, and some blood splashed on the face of a fat man. The fat man was startled. His fat body was actually quite flexible. Pass.

(End of this chapter)