Chapter 113

Mo Fan called back and turned to Xiaoyu, "Let's speed up."

Xiaoyu nodded, and the two accelerated their pace and went to the place where the brothers gathered.

About five minutes later, the two arrived at the place where they had just gathered, but saw a group of people surrounding a burly man, trembling one by one, clenching their fists, as if holding something.

Mo Fan's heart was not good and quickly ran over to have a look. Everyone silently made way for him. Among the crowd, a big man lay down, covered with blood. Mo Fan looked at his face, his facial features were swollen, and his nose was crooked, which could only be described as miserable.

"Han!" Xiaoyu saw the man from behind and blurted out and stepped him up from the ground, but at this time, Ahan had lost consciousness and had no reaction at all.

Mo Fan said coldly, "Who did it?"

The crowd was silent, but Xiong Xiong's anger was accumulating around him.

"I said, who did it? Are you all dumb?" Mo Fan said coldly.

"It was the school year director who hired someone to fight." Finally, a thin man said.

"Did you hit Ahan alone?" Mo Fan asked again.

"Yes." The thin little man said.

"Then a group of you will watch Ahan be beaten?"

Everyone was silent.

"Vice boss, don't blame everyone, it's what Ahan means. He won't let us intervene. He said that this is a school and can't make trouble anymore. Another strong man named Daqiang couldn't help saying.

"Real?" Mo Fan stood up and said, "Small, take Ahan and go to the hospital first. If it goes on like this, Ahan will be out of breath, "

Xiaoyu didn't say a word and silently picked up Ahan. The dead brother was weakly leaning on his back at this time. Xiaoyu didn't know what it was like. He knew that he was very angry and very angry, but he was extremely calm. He carried Ahan on his back and looked at the back in front of him. He knew that he was very angry. He was very angry, but not as good as the person in front of him. He could feel that from the person in front of him, there was a substantial murderous intention, which suppressed his anger.

"You take Ahan away and Daqiang stay." Mo Fandao.

Xiaoyu nodded and ran away with Ahan and his brothers.

Sidefaces ran past his eyes. Mo Fan knew that these guys were really extremely angry, because he could no longer see the anger on everyone's faces. The only thing he could feel was the death on their faces and the endless determination.

Daqiang stayed by Mo Fan's side. After everyone left, Mo Fan asked, "When was the last time the brothers bled?"

Daqiang is much more stable than less than less. Although he felt the murderous intention around Mo Fan, he still said very organizedly: "It has been half a year."

"Do you remember what I told you when my brother and I came?" Mo Fan asked again.

"Remember." Daqiang hesitated a little, but still said it.

"What is it?" Mo Fandao.

Daqiang said truthfully, "From now on, I won't let my brother shed a drop of blood."

"Okay, good, your famous knife should still be with you." Mo Fandao.

"Take it." Daqiang took out the * that has been accompanying him since he entered the road. The age has damaged the knife handle several times and changed it several times, but the blade is still bright. His master has always loved it.

"Give him to me." Mo Fan turned his head and stretched out his hand.

Daqiang was slightly stunned. Although there were many doubts in his heart, he even suspected that Mo Fan was going to kill people. After all, this deputy boss is not a good stubble who knows how to stop. However, he still gave * to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan looked at the Xueliang blade and said, "I heard that all the people who insulted you have broken under this knife, which is a shame."

Daqiang nodded and said, "Yes, deputy boss, today, this knife has accompanied me for ten years and washed away countless humiliations."

"Hmm." Mo Fan nodded, and then took action like lightning. The snow flashed, and * had already entered Mo Fan's right rib.

He was shocked. He never dreamed that Mo Fan would hurt himself with *. He quickly stabilized the handle of the knife. The ribs were critical. This instability would hurt his life. He said in horror, "Vice boss, what are you doing?"

Mo Fan snorted, calmed down and said, "This knife is for the two of us who are sorry for you. We didn't believe what we said and humiliated you."

Daqiang was silent. He really didn't know what to say. Originally, Mo Fan was a cultured person who could make them win without damage in his eyes. He was the deputy boss. He was a person with infinite wisdom who was absolutely calm and supreme in interests. He was not so much a brother, but more of a subordinate. The feeling of the person.

He really didn't expect that this absolutely calm person would do such a thing that only a hot-blooded man could do. In his heart, he no longer knew what it felt.

But one thing is that he admires this person, and he admires this person who stabbed himself in one sentence.

"Vice boss, stop talking." Daqiang can only say this, because speaking will make the lungs move, and may touch the blade and hurt the lungs, which is not a good thing.

Mo Fan said, "This time you came to Beijing, we made you wrong. Don't worry, I will definitely make them pay for this grievance a hundred times."

Daqiang stabilized the knife, supported Mo Fan sideways, and said, "We all know the thoughts of the boss and the deputy boss. Now don't talk yet. I'll help you go to the hospital."

Mo Fan shook his head and said, "This little injury, it's okay."

The palm of the powerful hand is holding a handful of cold sweat. Mo Fan is talking now. For those who are active in the lungs, he must hold the knife firmly, otherwise the blade will cut the lungs, which is likely to cause internal bleeding and suffocation. Even if you don't die, you don't know what the root will fall after being cured.

Fee the tension on Daqiang, Mo Fan said, "Okay, I won't talk." Then he squeezed his mouth tightly and let the bean sweat drip from his cheeks.

Daqiang looked around and said darkly in his heart: It's impossible to go to the hospital. If you shake your hand, you will die. How can you withstand the bumps of the road? Now there is no equipment. If you draw a knife, you can't have this mistake at all. Such a big danger... Daqiang, Daqiang, it's been useless for ten years, but Don't you even dare to pull out the deputy boss's knife?

Daqiang laughed at himself fiercely, and the sweat drops on his forehead also fell. Although the New Year has passed, the weather is still very cold. In this weather, they still sweat so much. You can imagine how bad their situation is now.

Daqiang thought about various countermeasures anxiously, and Mo Fan also endured the pain and was speechless for a moment.