Chapter 7 Shame on Weight

Xiahai City, the combination of urban and rural areas.

This is the most loosely managed area by the government and a place where all kinds of marginal figures gather. In an old Western-style building, the doors and windows are closed, and there are two tough men guarding them outside.

There is a circular conference table in the room. The table is not big, but there are thirteen chairs.

The man sitting at the top of the conference table was about 40 years old. He had a bald head but a beautiful beard. His smile was particularly disgusting, but he smiled hard for no reason. The people sitting next to him did not squint and their eyes were very cold.

"I said, everyone," the bald man smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry to delay everyone's time to make money. I know that everyone has work, but there is something I still want to say..."

"There's another person who didn't come," a middle-to-top woman sitting on the side shouted, "If you don't get together, just say something? It's not very compliant, is it?

"Ha ha, that's what I'm going to say. I don't think Xiaoshan will come." The bald suddenly pulled down his face and said, "I can't come again."

As soon as this was said, everyone was in an uproar! More than a dozen people have different expressions, some are stunned, some are gloating, and some are indifferent.

"This guy, I think he should have died a long time ago!" A young man with Moxi's head and tattooed face said coldly, "He has violated a lot of rules that should be followed and takes over any work! This kind of thing will happen sooner or later..."

"Red Thunder, you said this sentence too cruelly, didn't you?" The only woman present frowned slightly: "Have you ever thought about talking like this today? One day you hang up. Let's talk about you like this?"

"Bad bitch! Have you been in a hurry lately? Red Thunder, with a strange hairstyle, seems to have a full tongue when he speaks. Then there is a long list of vulgar swear words (according to the relevant laws of the Internet, the above swear words are treated as mosaic).

The woman with a good figure did not respond, but stood up silently with a smile on her face...

"What are you doing?" Hong Lei also stood up immediately, and a sharp scut knife quietly stretched out of his sleeve, and the scene was on the verge of breaking out!

" Stop it! What time is it? Are you still fighting in the nest!? The bald man was furious, and the seemingly faint smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He pointed to the thin man sitting at the end and said, "Poison Frog, it's up to you. Do you know what to do?"

All the people present looked at the last man, forming an invisible pressure and deterrent.

The thin man's face was covered with sores, and his extremely thin figure and hands were surprisingly big. He looked at the crowd, but his voice was not loud, but it made everyone surprised: "Do it! If you encounter such a difficult thing, push it to me and be my big head?"

"Hey, this is what everyone thinks!" When the bald man saw that his prestige had been violated, he immediately held everyone to his point of view.

"Well, I'm afraid the old toad will be killed without waiting to get close to others, right?" Everyone thought so, but they didn't say it.

Wang Xiaoshan is the last position of the Thirteen Taibao, a hidden organization of killers in Xiahai City. Although he usually doesn't communicate much with others, after all, he is resisting this gold signboard to attract business. Now he is killed under this signboard, and the Thirteen Taibao has no face, which is about the job.

But everyone has a doubt that the person who can kill Wang Xiaoshan may not be able to kill himself! Instead of going out to deal with an opponent with unknown strength, it's better to find a big head to test first.

This is understood by the bald head, everyone understands, and the poisonous frog that is regarded as a big head also understands.

But the poisonous frog dared not resist. He knew that if he went, he might die. If he didn't go, he would die!

Everyone here has their own means, and they are not fuel-efficient lamps! Earlier, when Wang Xiaoshan was alive, he could have a bottom, but now he is the weakest.

In fact, when the Thirteenth Taibao was about to make trouble with Pan Hongsheng, Pan Hongsheng's men also began to inquire about the details of the Thirteenth Taibao. After all, Zhang Bowen was still in college. After killing Wang Xiaoshan, he handed over the rest of the aftermath to Lan Pangzi, so that he carefully dealt with Wang Xiaoshan's aftercare matters, and then returned to school.

At this time, Fatty Lan made a big mistake. He did not realize the meaning of Zhang Bowen's special aftermath. He simply thought that the other party meant to deal with the body. He only assigned a few uninfluous little brothers to do it, and he plunged himself into the gentle countryside.

Neither Zhang Bowen nor Pan Hongsheng know that the consequences caused by this incident are slowly sprouting.

"Big boss, at ten o'clock last night, a brother in our hall was poisoned and admitted to the hospital, and he is still unconscious."

"Big boss, at three o'clock this morning, we were poisoned in the bar at the gate of the university town. More than a dozen customers were poisoned and sent to the hospital. The three people were not out of danger of their lives. The industry and commerce greeted them. This matter was too big and we had to suspend business for a short time..."

"Big boss... Please come back and deal with it. Sister Hong won't let me tell you that I'm afraid you will be distracted... But if we go down like this, we will have a hard-won territory industry..."

Pan Hongsheng looked through the message sent to him by Huang Mao in class, with no expression on his face.

He knew that this was definitely not accidental. It seemed that a vulgar ark had caused a big disturbance.

The professor on the stage is a fat man with glasses. His long five short figure is like a small tank. A pair of squinted eyes are fascinated by all the female students...

"The male classmate over there! What are you doing!? He suddenly shouted dissatisfiedly, "The sixth classmate sitting in this row! What are you doing? Playing with mobile phones in class? Don't you know my rules?"

Sitting behind Pan Hongsheng was a girl in a low-cut suit with black lace. Obviously, Pan Hongsheng's appearance hindered his sight.

"I'm sorry, I'll put it away." Pan Hongsheng smiled slightly and put away his mobile phone with a good temper.

"You put it away? I'm sorry?" The fat man with glasses suddenly sneered three times and came to Pan Hongsheng's table with his stomach like a pot lid upside down, all because of his hands. ** The smell left in the crotch immediately permeated a large area of pure air, and the fat man seemed to have a lot of people fighting.

Pan Hongsheng frowned slightly, leaned back, and quickly stood up at the same time: "I'm sorry, teacher, this kind of thing will not happen again."

Many people around him are very surprised to know that Pan Hongsheng's students are the proud son of the China-South Korea competition! But the heroic figure who won glory for the country! How can such a person be so humble?

According to the attitude made by Pan Hongsheng, it has been given to the right side. The college classroom is a free place. According to reason, there would not have been such a wide range of teachers. As long as you can take enough credits without making a big noise, teachers will not consume energy to grind their mouths with you. After all, they will take Those who are taught are not children with unsound mental development in middle school and primary school.

"I'm sorry, if it's useful, what's the use of the system!!?"

But it is obvious that this male teacher with a round face, glasses and a traitor's head, doesn't know the reason why he will stop when he sees it. He seems to recognize Pan Hongsheng and immediately ridiculed with a sour tone, "Oh, who was such a big man at that time? It turned out to be a hero who won glory for the country! What a disrespect! No wonder I don't pay attention to the teacher..."

Pan Hongsheng was upset about the matter of the Thirteen Taibao, thinking about calming things down, but with a word "Teng" hooked up his fire! He sank his face and sat down: "Since the teacher said so, I will show my style so as not to disappoint you."

"You!" The short and fat male teacher seemed to jump up. Suddenly, he snorted and took out a cigarette.

It's strange to say that several students with a slave face immediately went to light cigarettes for him and said kind words: "Mr. Zhang Shaogang, don't be angry. Don't be like him. This kind of person is unbred."

"Oh!" Several students who were familiar with Pan Hongsheng's bottom line were wide-eyed and couldn't help sweating for these flatterers.

Because Pan Hongsheng rarely attends classes as a teaching assistant, many people are not familiar with it. Many students spend their spare time playing online games and picking up girls. They don't care about the Chinese and South Korean competitions.

"Oh, what a pity." Pan Hongsheng listened and said slowly with a smile.

"What's a pity?" The tallest boy among the flatterers straightened his eyes and raised the volume.

"It's a pity that the Japanese devils have been defeated now, and the Eight-Nation Alliance has retreated. Otherwise, people like you will still have more market." Pan Hongsheng's words just made a point of laughter, and the students in the whole lecture hall laughed.

To be honest, they all have no good impression of this arrogant, domineering and lustful Zhang Shaogang, who smokes in class, because he often swears and threatens people, relying on his own background.

"You! You have the guts to say it again!" Although the tall flatterer is thick-skinned, he still blushed under Pan Hongsheng's four or two strokes of a thousand pounds.

At this time, Zhang Shaogang, who was sitting on a girl's table with his fat buttocks, raised his hand, and a boss slowly came to Pan Hongsheng with a cigarette.

Armpit odor, body odor, smoke odor plus hands. **The essence left behind. The smell of liquid hit Pan Hongsheng's nasal mucosa. He was about to vomit. If it hadn't been for these people, he would have the impulse to kick this fat man out of the earth.

Zhang Shaogang said earnestly in a seemingly kind tone, "Pan Hongsheng, I can't pretend. I'm a pure person..."

"It's not a positive word purely. If the direction is wrong, that's bad." Pan Hongsheng's words suddenly took off the other party's mask!

"You, do you know?" Zhang Shaogang gritted his teeth and stared at Pan Hongsheng like a crack in the door: "Can I make you have no foothold in the media?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not going to be in this circle. I don't have much money and I have to sell it face." Pan Hongsheng stood up, exhaled gently, turned around and left.

"You are absent from class!" Zhang Shaogang can only show the bottom card.

"I'm going to teaching assistant." Pan Hongsheng looked at him sincerely and innocently: "I'm sorry, I really want to. Up. It's a pity that there is no schedule for your class.

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