247 violent incidents

Xin Kang raised his head vigilantly and looked at the prisoner's boss with his flexible eyes, just about to ask him what he wanted to do. The tall and cold prisoner approached him with a smile on his face and asked softly, "Are you reading a magazine?"

Xin Kang couldn't help nodding, and the prisoner whispered, "Okay."

As soon as the good words fell, he raised his foot and kicked him on the chest like a cannon. With that strong impact, Xin Kang could no longer sit still. With his strength, he fell back to the ground with a chair and exhaled in pain.

The other prisoners reading in the reading room were stunned. Several prisoners wanted to come to help, but they were held down by the prisoner's men. A prisoner struggled harder. He was pressed by two people and hit the table fiercely on the table. At that moment, his head was bleeding, and he was unwilling to look up at the two. A prisoner.

Xin Kang was suddenly kicked to the ground and was about to get up. The tall prisoner came over and kicked him in the chest again. His big foot pressed hard on his chest like a big stone, and pressed him back.

Xin Kang raised his big feet with both hands, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes. He asked softly, "How long do you want to force me?"

The tall prisoner refused to answer. He reached out and poked his hand, pulled the clothes on his chest and picked him up from the ground. Then he let go and pushed him. Xinkang couldn't stand up. He staggered back a few steps back and slammed into the iron bookshelf. The iron horn of the bookshelf hit the back of his head and cut a blood mark. He stretched out his hand, his fingers were full of blood, and his eyes changed slightly.

No matter what they are for, they can't escape today.

He held the bookshelf with both hands and barely stood still. The other men of the prisoner had already rushed over. One person reached out and grabbed his hair. Xin Kang was grabbed by him and leaned it down. His knees suddenly pushed against his stomach. The gastric juice surged, and he couldn't help vomiting. Others refused to give him a chance to breathe and shout angrily. A pair of iron arms had greeted his back and face. Xin Kang had been retreating, enduring the stormy and fierce attack, and insisted on not falling down, because he knew that once he fell, there was only a more fierce and more deadly attack waiting for him. .

He nestled himself desperately, protected his head, face and key points with his arms, and then slammed into the wall with nowhere to retreat.

A hand was stretched out in the crowd to pull him down, and he finally fell to the ground with a bang.

Then countless big feet kicked over and greeted him crazily. He bowed his body like a painful shrimp, curled up into a ball and tried his best to protect the key points, but his mind was hot, blank, and a red light burned brighter and brighter in his mind. He tried his best to endure and opened his eyes. At a glance, he saw the foot that had first knocked him down, and his heart was fierce. He saved his strength, pulled the foot fiercely, and rushed up.

The tall prisoner was not on guard, nor did he expect that he had not given up resistance until now. A little stunned, Xinkang had already jumped on him like a leopard, pulled up the seat beside him and smashed it crazily.

The wooden chair hit the tall prisoner's head and broke apart, and the prisoner's head was full of blood.

His round eyes were stunned, and then struggled to stand up, while Xin Kang grabbed his throat fiercely with one hand, and the other hand swung the rest of the bench and still hit him crazily.

The other prisoners were shocked and wanted to pull Xin Kang up from him. Xin Kang carried the beatings to death.

The tall prisoner was strangled by him and coughed, and Xinkang was also suddenly picked up by the group of people. He staggered back, but stood still, and then picked up the other chairs beside him and rushed up crazily. No, he can't stop it. Anyway, it's hard to beat the four hands with two fists. He can't stop those attacks, so he rushed up fiercely.

The person closest to him was the first to be unlucky. He was hit by the chair in his hand and broke another chair.

He continued to push forward. Those people were scared by his crazy counterattack, but then they became more fierce. The tall prisoner stood in the crowd and looked at him thoughtfully. Unexpectedly, he was so persistent.

If a brother hadn't died in his hands, he could have been taken in.

His mind was in a moment. Xinkang had come to his side. He had been beaten by the group of men so much that he could not stand up and hide. When he came closer, he suddenly pulled out the iron pipe on the newspaper shelf. One end was extremely sharp. Xinkang didn't think about it and inserted it directly into the prisoner's abdomen.

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Tina looked at Pan Lang and didn't know whether Shang Yuan gave him this opportunity or a challenge for him. It should be said that opportunities and challenges coexist. She looked at Pan Lang's calmness as before, and her glazed eyes didn't look worried, and she couldn't help envying his casualness.

Pan Lang looked at her and just looked at him. He didn't eat. He was a little stunned and asked, "What's the matter? Look at my beauty. I don't have to eat."

Tina smiled and then whispered, "Yes, after a while, I'm going abroad to investigate the development plan of the land of Yangwei Group. We need to go to some well-known music festivals to learn some advanced experience."

Pan Lang was a little stunned and said softly, "How do you go?"

Tina didn't think there was anything wrong with what he asked. She explained softly, "It should be me and Xiaoxing."

Pan Lang immediately felt that the food in his mouth had regained its aroma and said with a smile, "What's the point of two women? This kind of long-distance travel is prone to romantic things. It's only meaningful to go with a handsome man."

When Tina heard Pan Lang's joke, Luo Qunhang's smiling face in the sun somehow appeared in her mind. Then she smiled and waved the idea and whispered, "It's a business. What are you thinking about?"

Two people were talking. Tina's mobile phone on the dining table rang. It was the sound of receiving a text message. She paused a little, picked up the mobile phone and pressed the button. An unknown call came and sent a picture.

In the afternoon, the bright sunshine penetrated the elegant and fashionable coffee shop. The men and women dressed up walked side by side. With a charming smile on the handsome face of the man, he leaned over and gently kissed the woman's side face, and a feeling of love and love flowed out of the photo. Although it is synthetic, it feels very realistic.

Tina was a little stunned and looked at the phone number.

Is it Luo Minxiang?

Tina paused for a moment, and there was a thoughtful look on her face. The mobile phone had been taken over by Pan Lang. When she saw the photo at a glance, her face turned pale and then she recovered as usual. Without Tina's permission, he gently pressed the delete button, and the photo disappeared in an instant.

Tina looked at him and asked softly, "What, don't you have anything to ask?"

Pan Lang looked up and asked in surprise, "What do you have to ask? Have you forgotten what I do? Photographer, is the photo really fake or synthetic, or taking the angle? I can see it at a glance. What do you want me to ask?"

Tina was slightly stunned and felt a sense of comfort in her heart.

She looked at Pan Lang's calm expression, but she was a little unhappy. She thought about it and said, "You have nothing to ask. I asked you. Did you delete the photo with my permission?"

Pan Lang was shocked, but he said calmly, "Why don't you delete it and still want to keep it as a souvenir?"

Tina paused for a moment and thought of what Luo Minxiang had done. She really couldn't pretend that it hadn't happened. Then she said, "If you want to delete it, I'll delete it myself. You don't have to make a decision for me. If you don't respect me, do it casually and be careful to kick you out. You make a lot of money now. There is no need to squeeze in my small room.

Pan Lang touched his nose, and his glazed eyes were a little fluke.

Tina looked at the mobile phone as if she hadn't received any information. Her eyes condensed slightly, and then she talked to Pan Lang while eating without any influence.

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The luxury ward in the hospital was full of clean snow white. Luo Minxiang lay sickly and slowly opened his eyes. There was silence in the room, and his men were ordered by him to wait outside the ward.

He reached out and took out his mobile phone and brought out the photos in the mobile phone. Seeing the photos of him and Xintian on the screen, his heart gradually calmed down. I don't know when, those photos in his mobile phone have become a must-have for him to calm down and encourage himself.

He hesitated for a moment and called out the address book. Looking at the name of the contact, Xintian's name, his eyes kept falling on the two words, and looked silently, as if those two words had magic.

For a long time, he couldn't suppress his crazy thoughts. He sent the photo to the woman in the photo, and then quietly began to wait.

Time was lost minute by minute, and the mobile phone was silent. In fact, in his expectation, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but there was a slight bitterness in the light.

At this moment, the mobile phone suddenly rang, and an unbelievable surprise appeared in his eyes. Then after picking up the mobile phone, his eyes returned to calm, even with a trace of alert.

He pressed his mobile phone, which was a strange number. A few gentle taps came from the mobile phone. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. It was Chicheng. The two once agreed that if something went wrong with the casino, it was necessary to contact each other in secret language.

He listened to the frequency of Chicheng's knocking, and his eyes were a little relaxed. I'm fine. When will it appear in this city?

He hesitated for a moment. Living in the hospital, he still couldn't contact the original umbrella. He didn't even know why this big raid suddenly appeared. There was nothing wrong in other places. Only his casino was the brunt and suffered a lot. This was aimed at him. Who is the manipulating behind the scenes? If there is no exception, it should be Luo Qunhang.

He thought about it and gently tapped on the mobile phone. It was that the storm had not subsided and he continued to dodge.

He tapped a few times to make sure that Chicheng could understand what he meant, so he gently hung up the phone. These places that do not meet the regulations are banned and banned again. After a period of time, the casino can still resume business.

I just don't know when the wind will pass. His casino can bring him a lot of profits now. If the casino can't resume business, I'm afraid that those underworld people will not let him go.

Although a group of mysterious people came to save him for the first time, the long-term plan still depends on himself.

Thinking of the mysterious people, the huge check of unknown origin, he frowned slightly and hesitated for a long time, as if he thought of a possibility. His eyes were unbelievable, and he couldn't tell whether he was grateful or hateful.

He hesitated for a moment and called back to Luo's Villa in B City. He called Uncle Liu, the housekeeper, to make a few phone calls with him and asked about Luo Hongcai's health in detail.

Then he put down the phone and was exhausted. He thought he thought too much about it. How could it be him? Thinking about the torture he had suffered since he was a child, he would never be Luo Hongcai. In his heart, he was not his son at all, but he really couldn't think of other people.

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The night is quiet, but the city is brightly lit. On the bustling streets, a man who seems to be able to integrate into the deep night walks in the neon shining streets. His blade-like eyes are like the cold moon on the horizon, extremely indifferent.

He looked at his mobile phone, and a cold smile overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Then the mobile phone rang again. There was a warm voice on the other side of the phone and asked, "How are you? How are you now? Do you want to hide in another city first?"

Chicheng hung an unyielding smile at the corners of his mouth and said coldly, "If there is anything, just say it. Why come to this fake set? We only have an agreed relationship and no feelings."

The person at the other end of the mobile phone was stunned and seemed to have a headache for his nature. He continued, "Hey, Chicheng, although you are telling the truth, there is no need to be so direct. At least you can only contact me now."

Chicheng's eyes were more fierce. He said coldly, "In a word, I will do what I promised you. If there is anything else, just say it quickly."

As he spoke, he saw the signboard of a hotel in front of him hanging the "wine pool meat forest" light box. MD, depraved. His heart was full of displeament. He flew up with the phone and kicked the whole light box down.

There was a loud noise, and the whole glass of the light box fell into pieces. He flashed back and watched the fragments of the light box fall to the ground, and his heart was a little relieved.

When the man on the other side of the mobile phone heard the loud noise, he raised his eyebrows secretly, but just smiled softly. Just because he lost one move, he helped him do so many things. Chicheng must be very unwilling.

He asked softly, "Hey, you are not feeling well. Don't bully the ordinary people."

Chicheng roared, "If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you fart, don't be so wordy."

It's just that he hasn't finished his words. The fat boss of the hotel has rushed over and scolded, "Which short-lived ghost, who provoked you? You come here to make trouble."

Chicheng heard the sound of laughter on the other side of the phone, took out a few red old man's heads from his pocket and threw them over, and then continued to walk away. The light box of the hotel was originally simple and ordinary. The boss's wife could see his compensation. There was still some leftovers to make a new one. She didn't chase him or call the police. She just looked at his back and couldn't help cursing, "You're crazy."

Chicheng didn't hear it. The man on the phone said a series of words to him. His eyes condensed deeply, and a stubborn and bright beautiful face flashed in his mind. He asked softly, "You must do this. Do you know that this will hurt her?

The phone was silent for a long time, and then hung up speechlessly.

Chicheng looked at the phone and gritted his teeth fiercely. Then the whole mobile phone fell to the ground fiercely. The shell of the mobile phone splashed out and fell into a mess.

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In the confinement room of the detention center, there are only two bare beds, and the four walls are gray blank. A small light leaked in from the narrow window, making the grave-like confinement room light up, so that people do not feel suffocating.

Xin Kang and the tall prisoner sat two ** respectively. Xin Kang looked at the tall prisoner, and his chest was still undulating. Thinking of the scene that happened in the morning, there was still a trace of fear in his heart.

At that time, he had picked up the sharp iron bar and wanted to insert it into his stomach. As soon as he poked it down, he would never go out to see his mother and Tiantian soon.

Fortunately, those people stopped him desperately and hugged him. Even so, the sharp iron bar scratched the prisoner's neck. The deep blood marks and flesh and blood were blurred. He refused to give up. He continued to struggle and scratched many people. At this time, the ward kicked the door in and stopped them.

To his surprise, the tall prisoner took the crimes of other men alone, from mass fighting to two people who had frictions because of small matters. The nature of the discipline was changed, and the eyes of discipline were not so strict. Even so, the two were still imprisoned at the same time.

Like two bullfights that can fight at any time, the two are locked in the same room, which is unexpected.

Xin Kang sat for a long time. He was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes. Finally, he lay down carefully, but he was still on guard against the prisoner, worried that he would be in trouble. If he was not careful, he would suffer a big loss.

It's just that he waited for a long time, but the tall prisoner just sat there quietly and silently, bowed his head, stroked the wound on his arm with his hand, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Xinkang had been quietly waiting to be on guard. The man had not moved. He couldn't help but lose his patience. Finally, he couldn't help getting tired and gradually fell asleep, and even made a slight sweet snoring sound.

Then in half a dream and half awake, he felt the man coming towards him. He suddenly woke up, but he dared not move and listened quietly.

The man leaned his upper body in front of him and called him twice softly. Xin Kang's heart moved and kept a slight snoring unchanged. The man hesitated for a moment to confirm that he was really asleep and turned away.

Xinkang slowly opened his eyes in the dark. What on earth did he want to do?