Chapter 317 (1/2)
Around H City, the basement of a county granary.
Five or six people sat together, drinking wine and helping their companions deal with their wounds.
”Gudong!”
The middle-aged man in a leather jacket and a baseball cap lifted his head and smolled into the Baijiu, and then he put a small dish into his mouth. His expression was very comfortable.
”Brother Shi, Haizi, they are gone...” a young man in his twenties said, pursing his lips and looking at the middle-aged man drinking.
”What's the matter?” the so-called brother Shi asked vaguely.
”... dead!!” the young man bit his lips and repeated.
”How many are there?” brother Shi was stunned and asked with his neck askew.
”Three...” said the young man, tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, dripping down.
”Cry JB, grass...” the middle-aged looked at the young man, impatiently poured himself a glass of wine, frowned and scolded.
”You didn't tell us you had to die before you came here!!” the young man roared with red eyes.
”There's no risk. Who gives you the money? You don't think about it?” the middle-aged frowned and scolded: ”I can find a fucking migrant worker everywhere...”
”They're dead. Does the boss have to give some money?” the young man was stunned for a while. He knew that it was useless to say anything now. He could only try to help his dead companions fight for more interests.
”I'll try my best to help them fight for the money. Don't worry, these children are with me once. I can't do without you...” the middle-aged waved his hand in a more realistic tone.
”Brother Shi, can you give it to me now?” the young man then asked.
”What do you mean?” the middle-aged squinted at the young man.
”I don't want to do it anymore. I want to go home and give them the funeral...”
”You just want to take the money before you're finished. Do you have a fucking brain?” the middle-aged man stood up and put his mouth on the young man's face.
”When the hell will it be finished?” the young man shouted, covering his face and red eyes.
”I have to wait three or five days...”
”Fuck you, they stink in three or five days!!”
”Brush!!”
Hearing this, the middle-aged man pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the young man's head.
”Throw it out if it stinks, okay?” the middle-aged asked gnashing his teeth.
”Ming... Understand!!” when the young man saw the gun, he recognized it and stammered.
”If you understand, just give me a fucking stop. After that, I won't take a fucking Penny Less of you. If you don't stop, I don't care if you lie outside more...” after that, the middle-aged man directly walked back to the room where Qian Rou was closed with a pistol.
Qian Rou was tied to a bed by a rope. Her hair was scattered and her body was covered with blood.
”What are you doing?” Qian Rou asked weakly, looking at the middle-aged man.
”Can I take some photos for you?” the middle-aged man looked ruddy, shook his head, looked at Qian Rou and asked.
”How... How?”
”Somebody, take this woman's clothes off for me...” the middle-aged man smiled, turned his head and shouted at the door.
”Brother, I beg you...!”
”Wow...”
Two men broke into the door and directly pressed Qian rou.
”Ah!!! Big brother... Big brother, I beg you...” Qian Rou shouted with sadness and despair.
”Tear!!”