Chapter 117： More than people? (1/2)
[The text of Chapter 1]
Verse 118 Chapter 117 More Than Men?
Zhang Wenlong was full of anger, and he had already waited for Wu Aoran to chop vegetables and turn Su Ke upside down, so that he could revenge and revenge happily. Let the kid know that Grandpa's ribs will not be broken in vain. of!
But I didn't know where to come up with a man, dressed like the US Marines, swayed, and recognized Wu Aoran, this only suppressed the swear words in his mouth, but the anger in his eyes had not been concealed.
Zhang Wenlong stared fiercely at the incoming person, walking alone, walking between his waiter and his brother Wu Aoran, walking in the courtroom, ”Meng Ye? Sister Feihong?” Suddenly he heard these two names, so I felt my head hum, like a thunder blast, and almost paralyzed my legs on the ground.
”This is Liu Feihong's little brother? This person is Ma Meng?” Zhang Wenlong's heartbeat went wild, and even the intermittent pain on the ribs could not be felt. There was only one thought in his heart, this time it was kicked on the iron plate, finished. It's up!
Who is this Liu Feihong? One of the bosses of the underground forces in Langfang City, has a reputation for eating people's rags. Even the head brother Wu Aoran, who he found this time, can only sit up in front of Liu Feihong. The mamen is a ruthless man. Extraordinary, it is said that he played against Wu Aoran and won.
The more I think about it, the more uneasy I feel. Although I have two money in my hands, I can only admit to being a gangster in the real triad, and since the number one thugs under Liu Feihong have appeared, I am afraid this is impossible. Good.
”Meng brother!” Su Ke finally gave a sigh of relief when Ma Meng appeared. Although Liu Feihong didn't show up, and Ma Meng just came alone, but this scene is probably able to cope with it now.
”Huh!” The expression on Ma Meng's face was as flat as ever, and he nodded at Su Ke, his eyes glanced over at Xiao Xianren, a few college students standing behind him, and turned to look at the three lying on the floor, not far away. The unconscious waiter finally fell on Su Ke's lowered palm.
Su Ke's palms are shaking slightly, very delicate, it is impossible to find even if you don't pay attention, both hands have black blood stains that have condensed into a scalp, especially the phalanx on the fist, which is the most contaminated. There are faint bruises on the top, and when you think of the stainless steel tube on the ground, Ma Meng can think of the origin of the bruises.
”You did it?” Ma Meng grinned rarely, squeezed a smile, reached out and patted Su Ke's shoulder, glanced at the three waiters who were lying on the other side, and looked at the handsome young man in front of him. The sharp short hair is reflected in the light, you can see the sweat stained on it, slowly fall along the corners, pale, and you can see the feeling of weakness after a fierce battle.
Although he was standing behind six tall companions with broken wine bottle weapons in his hands, from their performance, apparently he did not participate in the battle.
Su Ke's eyes were still bright, and Ma Meng's appearance was like taking a reassurance pill, shrugging his shoulders weakly, unwilling, and a bitter smile on his face: ”No way, I'm forced to helpless!”