Chapter 028 Try another one

While Moullivan was guilty, he also felt more angry. He would never think that he would be scared by the weekend, especially the other party's harsh words before he fainted.

"Second Olympics, let me do it!" Seeing that the weekend was lying on the ground with his head in his arms and there was no movement, Morvin cursed in order to vent his anger, grabbed a beer bottle on the table and rushed to the weekend viciously.

Morwin, who usually practices hard in the taekwondo club, is also a cruel man. It is not ambiguous to hit people with a beer bottle. Almost at the same time as he finished speaking, he has rushed to his side on the weekend.

"I'm going crazy!" While Morrwin rushed up, his companions consciously gave way. Morrven did not hesitate at all, and the beer bottle went directly to the back of the head of the weekend.

As if he had seen the bloody scene of the weekend's head being opened, Morleyman held up the beer bottle and smashed it down with a ferocious and bloodthirsty smile on his face.

However, this smile did not last long, because when the beer bottle fell, a donkey suddenly rolled on the ground on the weekend, which was supposed to lie on the ground like a dead man. Although it was awkward, it escaped a fatal blow.

"How could you pretend to be dead?" Morvin was stunned for a moment, and the beer bottle in his hand changed its position and went to the weekend when he was ready to roll away with a donkey.

Although he escaped the fate of being opened on the back of his head on the weekend, he still fell to the ground and the danger was not relieved. Seeing the beer bottle in Morwin's hand hit his forehead, his eyes were like steel bars, and he suddenly grabbed Morleyvan's calf.

The five fingers grabbed Morivan's leg muscles hard, which made him stagger. Without waiting for the beer bottle to hit down, he broke it hard on the weekend. The originally tall Morrison fell to the ground like a towering tree that had been hollowed out by a mayfly.

A second before Morivan fell, the beer bottle in his hand finally hit the weekend, but it was not on his forehead, because he was almost dodged by the weekend and hit his shoulder.

Not long ago, when he entered the hospital on the weekend, Qi Baobao accidentally saw the weekend shoulder when changing the doctor's number for the weekend, because he carried bricks in the brick factory. At will, the weekend's shoulder was particularly wide, which was extremely disproportionate to his thin body, just like a knife carving.

The beer bottle collided with the shoulder, with a crisp sound, the beer bottle was broken, the glass stars flew across, and the remaining half of the bottle of beer in the bottle splashed into foam.

On the weekend, he took a cold breath and picked up a two-finger-wide glass piece, like a poisonous snake wrapped in Morvan. It rode on Moullivan who fell to the ground almost in the blink of an eye without any pause. The glass in his hand on the weekend was like a knife, swirling up from Morvin's thigh. Just like writing calligraphy, he pulled all the way to Morivan's shoulder.

Not to mention the glass hole in the clothes and trousers worn by Moullivan, and even left ferocious blood stains where he passed by. It was not that the glass was sharp, but on the weekend.

"You fucking try to jump again!" Riding on Morivan's body like a dog, he put a piece of glass against Morvin's throat on the weekend. He wiped the sweat on his face like raindrops and punched him in the mouth.

Two yellow teeth rolled out of the corners of Morvin's mouth, and the red blood was mixed with dirty saliva, which looked very disgusting.

First, he was scratched most of his body by a glass piece, and then his front teeth fell off by a punch, and the other party also used a glass piece against his throat. Morwin was so scared that he didn't dare to move, so he could only stare at the vicious weekend with a pair of frightened eyes.

Morrivan is very regretful now. If time could go back, he would not have chosen to smash the weekend with a beer bottle just now, and let his companions beat him hard on the weekend. He had to put a fork with his own hands. Now, he regretted that his intestines were blue.

"Brother Wen..." The companions saw that the weekend was like a trick, and they subdued Morwin in the blink of an eye. They were a little dumbfounded and clenched their fists to surround the weekend one by one, but none of them dared to do it again.

I noticed that several of them took out sharp weapons such as a knife and a fruit knife. On the weekend, they glanced coldly and raised their fists again and fell down, smashing Moullivan's left eye into a panda's eye.

"Big*, let them all put down the knives!" On the weekend, he stared at Morwin fiercely and said, "I hate who plays with knives in front of me!"

Weekend's fist was fast and hateful. Seeing that Moullivan's left eye could no longer be opened, the people with knives threw the knife in their hands to the ground with a slam, and even three steps back, as if the punch on the weekend just now hit their own eyeballs.

Sometimes, fear is contagious. Several people with that knife retreated and drove several other companions to retreat one after another. The original arrogant facial expressions have been distorted, replaced by tension and fear.

Of course, there are still two people who are unwilling to retreat. They guard Morven tightly, clenching their fists like a beast that is about to explode.

"Are you going to die together?" He didn't look at the two on the weekend, but he seemed to have guessed what they were thinking. While talking, the blue veins on the back of his hand were exposed, and the glass fell silently into Moullivan's neck. A few drops of bright red gushed out, no more or less, but enough to change the two people's color. On the weekend, he said lightly, "You want to kill this A big*? OK! I can fulfill you. My life and his value are not the same. If I die together, I will definitely make a profit, and I can guarantee that I will not be killed by you two, because I am dead, and you will go to prison!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the raised fist on the weekend hit Morwin's right eye neatly, which was stronger than the previous punch in his left eye. It seemed that the back of Morwin's head could not withstand such a great force and knocked on the floor.

"Why don't you two retreat for me?" Morwin, whose face was already blurred, closed his eyes and roared like a madman, "Get out of here. If I have a long and two short stories, you can't see the sun tomorrow, Ci'ao!"

The two people who were holding their fists looked at each other hesitantly and finally retreated with a calm face. However, their retreat was different from the previous ones. Their footsteps were very rhythmic, and their faces did not show much frightened expressions.

A Wei finally came. He came with more than a dozen brothers and rushed to see the situation in the box. A Wei did not dare to pause at all. He commanded his brothers to restrain all the people brought by Morvan. Then he kowtowed to the weekend and said, " boss, we are late!"

"I'll settle with you later!" After throwing such a word to A Wei on the weekend, he turned his head and looked at Molivan under him.

A Wei's heart skipped when he heard this, but he didn't dare to explain anything more. He could only quietly protect the weekend and wait for the "accounting" in the weekend's mouth.

Move, who has been beaten so that he can't see everything, seems to be able to feel the sensuous eyes cast on the weekend. He panicked and cried for mercy: " boss... I'm wrong... boss... don't hit me..."

Hearing this on the weekend, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and even the cigarette handed over by A Wei took a deep breath. On the weekend, he began to greet Morivan's face with his fists, punches and punches on Morivan's face and nose.

At first, Moullivan cried and struggled. Grandpa called and his mother shouted, but on the weekend, he pretended not to hear it and punched him one after another.

After hitting Morrven and his head was like a ball of rotten meat, he had no intention of stopping.

Not only the people brought by Mo Livan, but also the people under A Wei looked at the weekend with mechanical fists like ghosts, beating people without breath and not letting go. How cruel is this?

Everyone took a deep breath, and they secretly put themselves in other's shoes. If they and Morvan exchanged, if they became enemies on the weekend, what would be the end?

Everyone with a pale face dares not breathe, for fear that one will accidentally become the next enemy on the weekend.

A Wei, who had been standing behind the weekend, was also moved. Thinking of the previous two times he wanted to play against the weekend, he only felt cool on his back.

"Big..." A Wei swallowed and whispered and carefully whispered a few words in his ear on the weekend.

After listening to A Wei's words, he shook his ears on Molivin's face on the weekend, and then stumbled over him and got up.

"What a mother's pain..." He was severely beaten by Molevin. If it hadn't been for the weekend, he would have almost fainted several times. Now the danger is temporarily relieved, and I feel that my body is about to fall apart on the weekend. When I stand up, I grin with pain.

The people brought by Morvan looked at them when they got up on the weekend, thinking that they were going to settle accounts with them on the weekend. Although their arms had been clamped by A Wei's people, they still couldn't help retreating.

Only the two people who retreated after being scolded by Morvan before straightened their backs and had a feeling of standing out from the crowd.

"Who are you Kangyin?" I glanced at everyone on the weekend and asked.

Now the weekend, they have the power of life and death. Although the people brought by Molivan don't know why they suddenly asked this on the weekend, three of them still shrank their heads and said, "Big boss, we are."

"You can go!" At this time on the weekend, he could not stand still, so he simply squatted at the foot of the wall again and supported it through the wall of the box. He nodded slightly and asked A Wei's men to let Kang Yin's three students go.

When the three students walked to the door of the box in fear, they added another sentence on the weekend: "A Wei, temporarily collect their ID cards or student ID cards."

"Kangyin, I don't want to trouble you another day. Remember that no matter what you see today, what you know, go back to sleep, and I will forget it tomorrow, otherwise, you know."

The three Kangyin students came to work as helpers entirely out of their personal friendship with Morvan at school. Although they used to know black, they mostly heard about it. Today, they came to the scene in person, especially after seeing the fierce action on the weekend, they were even more scared. After listening to the weekend's words, He nodded and hurriedly took out his ID card or student ID card in his wallet. Just like walking around hell, the soles of the feet are oily and slippery faster than rabbits.

After Kangyin's people left, the box fell into silence. At the instruction of the weekend, A Wei locked the door of the box and personally moved the sofa to the weekend.

Standing up from the foot of the wall on the weekend, he forced himself not to find his physical discomfort, sat on the sofa in a big way, and then looked at the two people who had never bowed their heads brought by Morvan and said, "Hongmen, hasn't your boss told you that our Tiger Head Gang and Hongmen have always been in the water without offending the river? You are so awesome. Do you know that you take the initiative to kick the field under the name of the Tiger Head Gang?

Except for the three newly left Kangyin students and the seven people brought by Morven, the remaining four are from Hongmen. One was smashed to the ground by the weekend chair as soon as he appeared, and the other pretended to be a bastard. The other two refused to bow their heads to listen to the weekend's words.

One of them couldn't help asking, "Did you know that we are from Hongmen?"