C44 (1/2)

As he did not find his father, Duan Hong's heart was very annoyed. While he suspected that due to the Jingtian Company, he would at least have to tell his family that his father had suddenly left, and that it was outrageous for him to leave in such a dejected manner.

He never would have thought that he would also have left in this way for six years.

She returned to the South of The City Region, and when she returned home, he saw that Ma Cuihua was not around. She thought that she might have gone out to look for work again, so Duan Yuan closed her door. It seemed that she was still asleep.

Duan Hong didn't disturb him. He walked into the room alone, closed the door, and quietly sat up on the bed.

Realizing Fever asked Duan Hong for another few thousand yuan, saying that he was taking Zhu Shan for a ride in the suburbs. Zhu Shan was really interested in cars, so the two left in high spirits.

While sitting on the wooden bed, Duan Hong felt extremely depressed. Recalling what the First Master had said, the worries that arose from within his heart had already been extinguished.

The moment Duan Hong calmed down, he heard all sorts of voices from outside, as if someone was arguing. This made him feel even more frustrated, and made him vaguely feel angry as he rushed out the door.

Outside, a man and a woman were locked in a showdown. The man's belly was large, and his face was covered with grease. He had a big gold chain around his neck, and was holding a large cell phone in his hand. He looked like a typical upstart.

The woman's eyes flickered with tears. It was actually the neighbor who made Duan Hong almost spurt blood the day before. Her shivering body weakly stared at the man.

The man saw Duan Hong pointing at him and scolded, ”Fuck you, what are you looking at? Never seen a fight! ”Don't get in my way, otherwise I might beat you up!

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< p > Fuck!

Duan Hong cursed in his heart, f * cking ate the gunpowder. That tiny Okamoto's would be the best, but this rich guy in front of him was also so arrogant, as if he was the number one under the heavens. Without him, Earth would not even bother to turn back.

The woman looked at Duan Hong sympathetically. If she wanted to console him, it might be because of the man's power, but she didn't dare to say a word.

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< p > ”You're still looking!” ”Do you think laozi is farting? Didn't you hear me let you in?

The man might see Duan Hong being so weak that he could easily bully him, and he might throw out all the fire in his stomach onto him.

The noise of the argument attracted the attention of the other two neighbors on the second floor. They all went out to watch.

The man was like a battle chicken, his mouse eyes were round. Seeing Duan Hong still staring at him coldly, he got even more angry and actually slapped the woman in front of him.

Realizing Fever asked Duan Hong for another several thousand yuan, saying that he was taking Zhu Shan for a ride in the suburbs. Zhu Shan was really interested in cars, so the two left in high spirits.

< p > ”What were you doing yesterday?” ”Speak!

The man flew into a rage.

The woman's body was shivering on the ground, tears in her eyes. Her weak body was making people feel sorry for her.

The other neighbors were all pointing at him. Some said that men hit women in an outrageous manner, while others said that women were Little San, immoral, and so on.

Duan Hong's mood had reached its worst state today. Initially, he didn't want to interfere in this matter, but the arrogant manner of the man reminded her of the Hanged Ghost from the Golden Snake Gang. That was the way he had insulted his back then, while he herself was as helpless as that woman.

The man didn't seem to be satisfied. He reached out his hand like he was hitting a woman, but his raised hand couldn't get rid of her hand. Then he felt a pain in his wrist, as if he was being held by a pair of iron pliers.

Looking back, he saw a big, strong hand firmly grasping his wrist. The owner of the hand was the young man who had been cursed to the point that he didn't dare to make a sound.

The man was furious. He struggled to break free, but was unable to break free. ”Hiss — oh, let go!