urban life

Chapter 363

"Distressed?" Hou Mengting smiled faintly.

"Distressed? I feel sorry for that scumbag who has been beaten less." Qiao Xiang's baby-faced facial features were twisted into a ball, full of resentment, "Mo Junfei died, and no one cared about his tragic death on the street. It's really not worth it to have a fever, jump over the wall in a hurry, and do something illegal and criminal."

It was the first time someone said that she felt sorry for Mo Junfei, it was a joke in the world.

But as an ordinary person, with a family and burdens, it is usually the best way to deal with such things and keep a respectful distance.

"That's good." Hou Mengting nodded with satisfaction, "Since you don't feel bad, then leave this matter to Zhou An."

Turning to look at his buddies, patted his shoulders, and said earnestly: "Handsome guy, I entrust all the peace of our Zhuangzi to you, and I hope you will not disappoint the trust of the big guys, eliminate harm for the people, and return the world to you." Peaceful."

"." A big hat was buttoned, Zhou An was hesitant to speak but stopped, and he wanted to speak again. A lot of spitting words blocked his throat, he swallowed, and the spitting words seemed to enter his body, and he said weakly, "You Will call me all day long."

Hearing this, Hou Mengting poked her waist and said confidently: "Nonsense, you are my fiancée, if I don't order you, who will I order? Zhou An should be happy for me to order you. If one day I don't Ordering you and ordering others means that you have no place in this girl's heart."

After a pause, he asked, "Do you understand?"

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understand?
I know shit!

I knew you bitch was definitely PUA me.

Hou Mengting, you have changed or you may have never changed.

Can you hear what this girl is talking about?Is there any logic?Do you have a mind?Does it make sense?

However, he said it so righteously and without shame.

Qiao Xiang on the side felt baffled. Why is the conversation between the two so confusing?
What about chatting in outer space?
"Hey." Hou Mengting patted Qianqiansu's hand, wrapped the child in the arms of her high school classmate, shook her body gently, and teased the child while saying, "Don't worry, Mo Junfei is still easy to teach Zhou An. Brothers like to do things that harm others and benefit themselves."

"This is self-interest at the expense of others, and there is no culture." Zhou An grumbled, touched his pocket, took out a red envelope from his pocket, and handed it to the child, "Handsome guy, your father may have to suffer a bit, this red envelope As a son, take it as compensation."

Maybe Zhou An's good looks are amazing, maybe he doesn't know the world, maybe the child is also angry with his own father Mo Junfei, his sudden smile is like the ripples of a clear spring, overflowing from the small vortex at the corner of his mouth, rippling all over his face, Two small dimples rippling.

Although Qiao Xiang didn't agree with the two's actions, seeing that they were convincing, she didn't say any more.

Silent night.

Pieces of crystal clear snowflakes are like thousands of magnificent roses falling silently, covering the world with silver gauze.

Due to the cold and low temperature, people in the Northeast did not go to the streets and alleys, but stayed at home.

The whole earth fell into a state of complete silence and silence.

However, in the northeast corner of Hou Mengting's village, there is a remote small house, which is rarely visited by people. The crooked house is dilapidated and the cold wind blows through it.

"Ahhh"

In this quiet place, there were screams resounding in the house like killing pigs, the sound was so loud that it resounded through the sky; the tone was miserable and moving.

Weird and sad.

The bright moonlight in the sky spilled into the house, and the scene inside could be clearly seen.

I saw a group of men in black suits, tall and mighty, with fierce faces. The cold aura seemed to be lower than the surrounding temperature. These men in suits clenched their fists and were violently facing the three men. Punch after punch hit the three of them.

The three victims were dressed in strange clothes, leggings, peas shoes, and looked like spirited boys.

And these three people are Mo Junfei and his two younger brothers.

"Ouch. Ouch!" Mo Junfei hugged his head tightly to prevent injury to important parts, while crying and howling.

"Haven't you eaten?" One of the men in a suit seemed to be the leader, with a deep scar on his slender pockmarked face, and a fierce look in his eyes.

He stepped forward and put his foot on Mo Junfei's chest. Mo Junfei's body touched that foot, as if being hit by a heavy truck, he fell back in an instant, flew three or four meters, and then turned around Come on, straighten your sleeves, and say to the younger brothers solemnly: "This is called beating."

Although he had seen many fights and fights, the younger brother under him still trembled when he saw Mo Junfei fall to the ground.

It's just too hard to start.

The gangster Mo Junfei felt dizzy for a while, and the world was spinning, but he quickly woke up in less than a second, and crawled to Scarface at the speed of flying. He did not fight back, but hugged the opponent's body tightly, begging: "Brother Long, stop fighting."

"If you say don't hit, don't hit, then how can I mess around on the road." Brother Long with the scar face knelt down, patted Mo Junfei's face lightly, and said softly, "Please do me a favor!" , let me beat you up, it's hard for me to cry like this."

The voice was soft and easy-going, as if he was chatting with an old friend, but in Mo Junfei's ears, it sounded like a murmur from the abyss, his body trembled, he hugged Brother Long's leg tightly, and said in tears : "Brother Long, what did my little brother offend you for, and I hope that you, an old man, will forgive my little brother for his faults."

Mo Junfei is a monk of Zhang Er, and he can't figure it out.

Tonight, he was planning with his two younger brothers how to get rid of that little boy Zhou An.

As a well-known idler in Zhuangzi, he is hated and loathed by everyone, but he doesn't care, but is complacent, and always thinks that he is Zhuangzi's talker.

However, suddenly a little boy appeared, who dared to talk back to him, he didn't know what to do.

What was even worse was that the other party was still the fiancé of the goddess of his dreams, and he suddenly felt that he was wearing a green hat on his head.

Even though Hou Mengting and Mo Junfei have half a dime relationship, and are not even ordinary friends, there is only one thought in his mind, I have been cheated on.

The hatred for Zhou An doubled.

Just when Mo Junfei had planned all the actions and was imagining how to torture the little boy, suddenly a group of men in black suits broke into the door and took the three of them to this remote house, followed by a violent beating.

He neither said the reason nor showed mercy.

It seemed that he was running to beat him up.

Even so, Mo Junfei still didn't dare to fight back.

Because he knew the man with the scar face in front of him very well, and he was his idol, Brother Long.

The name is very vulgar, but also very domineering, and he is the talker of this area.

Mo Junfei never expected that he would meet his lifelong idol in such a dilapidated small house, and he would become a victim.

But he didn't think too much about it, because if he continued to fight, he would really die.

Brother Long seemed to enjoy the feeling of being feared very much, with a smile on his face, pulling the deep scar, looking extraordinarily terrifying, shaking his head and saying, "You didn't offend me."

"Ahhhhhh" while the two were chatting, the two younger brothers next to them were still being beaten, and fists the size of sandbags fell on their bodies.

Mo Junfei's face was full of anxiety and agitation, he managed to trick and abduct these two younger brothers, nothing could happen, he hurriedly said: "Since I didn't offend you, why did Brother Long bother me? "

"Hey!" Hearing this, Brother Long with the scar face sighed deeply, as if he was extremely disappointed, he stroked Mo Junfei's head, as if he was stroking a puppy, "With your brain, you can mess around in the rivers and lakes." After so many years, it is really not easy to still be alive, you kid is really lucky."

After sighing, he stood up, tugged at his suit, and wrote lightly, "Hit!"

As soon as the voice fell, many younger brothers surrounded him instantly, and greeted him with their fists flying together. After that, shrill screams resounded through the dilapidated house.

This group of people is extremely measured in their strikes, and their fists will never go where their lives are in danger, so as to avoid life-threatening dangers.

After the beating, Brother Long extinguished the cigarette in his hand, threw it on the ground casually, stomped on it, stabbed the three of them with his eyes like sharp swords, and said, "Oh, it's quite resistant to beating, that's good, In case something happens, I can't pay the job."

"Brother Long, what did my brother do wrong?" Mo Junfei asked weakly, limp on the ground.

Brother Long with a scarred face sighed, "You are right! What is wrong is this world. This is a cruel world where the strong bully the weak, the weak prey on the strong, and the big fish eat the small fish. You can bully ordinary people at will, and I can bully you at will. There are also people with higher status who bully me at will, so don't blame me, I also use money to do things, if you want to blame, you can only blame you for being stupid."

While talking, he took out a stack of red banknotes from his pocket, threw them on the ground, and continued: "This is your medical expenses, take out your medical expenses, take out your medicines, and take good care of your body. To beat you twice, your health matters."

"what?"

At first, seeing a stack of red banknotes worth at least a few thousand yuan, the three of them were quite satisfied. After all, for a penniless gangster, getting money after being beaten up is considered a reward.

However, when they heard that they would be beaten twice within half a month, the three of them were dumbfounded.

There is a thought circling in their minds, this money is to be taken, but not to be spent.

Mo Junfei quickly came back to his senses, his face full of panic, he was extremely afraid, afraid of leaving this colorful world, afraid of going to death.

The little gangster seems to be unafraid of life and death, and looks like the boss is my second child, but in fact he is very afraid of going to death.

Because they often walk between life and death, understanding the fear of death is by no means as easy and simple as most people imagine.

"Brother Long, Brother Long." Mo Junfei slowly climbed to the feet of Brother Long with the scarred face, looked up at him, and his voice was full of desire, "Where did my brother offend you, I will do my best to make up for the harm you have suffered. "

"You're so fucking stupid, so stupid." Brother Long with the scar face smiled and shook his head, "I said, you didn't mess with me, I was doing things for money, that's all."

After a pause, he continued: "It's the first time in your life that you're worth so much, kid. Hitting you once is 20 yuan, and hitting you three times is 60 yuan. This amount of money can buy your dog's life. I originally wanted to take your arm off." , as a gift to the buyer, but what surprised me is that the other party refused to accept it, and tried every means to ask me not to do illegal and criminal things. This money is really hot to collect."

Brother Long with the scar face is also very curious. For a gangster like Mo Junfei, the most worthless thing is life, and now someone spends 60 just to beat him three times.

I have to say, it's pretty magical.

But this world is quite magical, otherwise, there would be no such people as them, and it would have been wiped out long ago.

"Let's go!" Brother Long kicked Mo Junfei away again, this time with a little less strength, he lifted his foot and walked out, saying as he walked, "Your boy, take care of yourself and wait for the next two beatings. You Don't worry, I'm a professional, you will never be in danger, and you will do what you say. And I also promised that client, our industry pays the most attention to credit."

Fear is like a bug, gnawing at Mo Junfei's heart. He cried out, "Brother Long, please tell brother, which of your clients have I offended?"

Even if he dies, he must die clearly.

"Stupid!" Brother Long with the scar face took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, turned his head and said, "I'm just too soft-hearted, I don't want to see others get hurt."

"I'm a person who mainly collects money to do business. How can I know who the client is? But it can be guessed. First, my client has a little conflict with you. It's not too deep, but the other party is annoying you. Second, you The conflict between the two happened in the last few days. Otherwise, you would have died long ago. Third, that client is a big shot, either powerful or rich, or both. 60 is just to beat you up, and you need strength of."

Speaking of this, Brother Long lowered his head and looked at Mo Junfei at his feet, raised his head and said, "How is my analysis?"

"Okay! Brother Long has a clever plan." Before Mo Junfei could speak, many younger brothers beside him rushed to flatter him.

"Fuck you, after following me for so long, you will have a clever plan." Brother Long with the scar face turned his head and stared at his subordinate viciously, and joked with a smile, "You don't even know how to change your lines, do you?"

"Hahaha" Many younger brothers suddenly roared with laughter.

Brother Long tidied up his clothes, and said slowly, "Look back and think about who you have offended recently, and apologize to others and get forgiveness, otherwise, that client will definitely play you to death. Also, don't be too aggressive when you hang out outside. Young and energetic, prone to accidents."

After finishing speaking, Brother Long and his group immediately left the dilapidated house.

Only Mo Junfei's three buddies were left to lick their wounds in the cold wind.

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Happy Valentine's Day (except for lovers!)
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