Chapter 17 (1/2)

The three gangsters fought for a while. On such a hot summer night, they immediately sweated and were a little tired, so they stopped. At this time, Chen Pang Zi was also badly beaten, and his already fat face could not be seen.

”Boss Chen, it's time for you to know your face after this beating, isn't it? No money, right It's very simple. Call your wife and ask her to give you money. Ten thousand yuan. You can't go back today if you're a little short... ”

However, it's obvious that rat Qiang can't let Chen pangzi go for nothing. He still has a terrible headache. He was heavily patted by Qin Fang's stool. Because of his character, he didn't eat for nothing.

On Qin Fang's side, mouse Qiang is afraid to move him for the time being. The main reason is that Qin Fang is young, impulsive and black handed. It's really cruel to attack him. His two younger brothers have run away directly. Now let him go to Qin Fang to settle the accounts, which is really a little scared.

Qin Fang didn't dare to move there. Naturally, mouse was afraid of bullying. He came to deal with the originator of Chen pangzi. After such a big loss, how could Chen pangzi be worthy of such a fierce attack if he didn't give any blood?

”Really Really not Ouch

Chen pangzi still wants to resist tenaciously to the end, but before he has finished, he is kicked by the mouse. At the same time, the mouse pulls out a dagger flashing cold light from his waist.

”Fat Chen, don't be shameless. I've already left my words here! Money must be sent, otherwise Your fingers are going to say goodbye to you... ”

The mouse said fiercely. On the other hand, he asked the two little brothers to hold Chen pangzi down, and he pressed Chen pangzi's hand. At the same time, the sharp dagger in his hand rubbed his fingers.

Chen pangzi immediately panics. He can clearly feel the chill on the dagger, and vaguely feel a little tingling. It's just that he is too fat and is held down by two gangsters. Otherwise, he must be able to see that his finger has been cut and bled by the dagger

”Isn't that a little too much...”

Qin Fang was watching the play across the road, but he didn't expect that the play was becoming more and more exaggerated. He thought it was just a beating and extortion for some money, but he didn't expect that rat Qiang was really cruel enough. It seemed that he was going to chop his fingers.

”Would you like to go and help the fat man?”

Qin Fang hesitated in his heart. He was kind-hearted when he talked about the truth. He felt compassion when he saw such a situation.

”But can I?”

However, Qin Fang looked at the three people on the opposite side. Mouse Qiang still had a dagger in his hand, and he was unarmed. At most, he was a fast brick. But he rushed to such a long distance. He was afraid that he had been stabbed before the brick hit people's head.

”You lose four points of health when you get a stool, but how much less if you get a knife?” Qin Fang had such a question in his mind.

He also took a look at the cold soup dumplings he was carrying. There were 12 in two cages, which could increase his health by 12 points. Plus his 10 o'clock, it was only 22 o'clock.

It's less than four points to get a stool, but it seems to be much lighter than to get a knife.

”as long as the knife is not at the key point, there should be no life danger. It's estimated that it can't lose all ten points, but it can bear three at most at 22 points...”

Qin Fang thought that it was not worth standing out for such a person. If he was hurt, he would be in great trouble. He had a mother in his family who had been expecting him to become a talent, so Qin Fang gave up.

”Chen pangzi, I don't want to tell you any more nonsense. I want to give you some blood to keep a long memory. If I don't obey you any more, it's not just bleeding your fingers...”

While speaking, the mouse forced the palm that made Chen feel pain to lift up, just as the hand's tragic image was all imprinted into Chen's eyes.

This mouse is really tough. He didn't choose one to bleed, but he bled all the five fingers of Chen Pang's hand And there's posture, even the other hand.

”No, no I give, I give... ”