Chapter 37 (1/2)

The toilet is at the end of the corridor on the second floor. As soon as Zhang ran into the toilet, he saw that Xie Hui, his attendant, was trampled on the toilet floor by two young people, and another yellow hair was peeing on his face. [windowless novel net]

”fuck NIMA!”

Zhang was furious and rushed to Huang Mao with a shout. He swung the bottle in his hand and greeted him on the head.

Yellow hair urinates well, and others watch jokes, so when they hear the sound of ”pa”, the wine bottle blooms on the yellow hair's head, they reflect it one after another.

Yellow hair screams, subconsciously covers his head and squats down, but forgets that he is still peeing. As soon as he squats down, the thing retracts into his pants, and finally pees into them.

”Ma Dan, another troublemaker, brothers beat me.”

Some of the gangsters shouted a sentence. At once, seven or eight gangsters rushed up to Zhang naturan with fists. They immediately followed two boys who rushed into the toilet with a bottle of wine. When they saw this, they all looked hesitant and nervous, and stopped subconsciously.

Just then, a figure of people passed by them.

Then there was a ”bang bang” and a scream in the toilet.

Within 30 seconds, all the gangsters were knocked down and groaned in pain.

The two boys wake up in a dream and rush to Zhang nature. They seem to be loyal and ask, ”are you OK, Zhang Shao?”

”I'm ok. You can help Xie Hui up first.”

They hurriedly went to help Xie Hui. They were all worried. I don't know if they hesitated and didn't rush to the scene just now. They regretted it when they thought of it.

At the moment, Xie Hui looks very embarrassed. His face is stained with foul urine, even on his head and body.

”Wipe it.” Song Yan takes out a package of paper towels and hands them to Xie Hui.

”Thank you.” Xie Hui said gratefully, but his eyes swept over a group of hoodlums on the ground, full of hatred.

”Brother inkstone, what do you think these people should do?” Zhang asked song Yan, not by his name, but by his brother Yan. First, he adored song Yan for his high force. Second, he didn't call him by his real name, so as to avoid the trouble of these gangsters in the future.

Song Yan did not answer, but looked at Xie Hui and said, ”what do you want to do?”

”Tit for tat!” Xie Hui gnashed his teeth and swept a group of hoodlums. Finally, his eyes fell on Huang Mao.

”Or shall we go?” One of the boys said.

As soon as his voice fell, Zhang naturally looked coldly at the past: ”you should go and go yourself.”

Xie Hui also looked at the past, and there was an obvious disappointment in his eyes. Usually Wang Yuan and he are brothers and sisters, and he immediately counsels when something happens.

”I...!” Wang Yuan looked flustered and understood that he had said something he shouldn't have said, but at last he bit his teeth and said, ”I'm sorry Zhang Shao, I'm sorry ah Hui, I'll go first!”

Looking at Wang Yuan who left, Zhang's face became angry. He didn't forget this kid because of his eating, drinking and playing. Unexpectedly, this kid was so ungrateful.

”Bah! What a thing! What a shame! ” Another boy scolded.

”Enough!”

Zhang natura angrily drinks, kicks at Huang Mao for a while, and Xie Hui also rushes out, mending his feet at other gangsters on the ground. However, another boy stands still and looks embarrassed.

Seeing that the two men were almost vented, song Yan stopped them.

”Let's go, inkstone. Let's keep drinking!” Zhang nature waved, although the anger vent out, but because of Wang Yuan's departure, still let him feel depressed.

”Let ah Hui go back to wash and drink next time.” Song Yan said.

Xie Hui waved his hands disapprovingly, then went to the faucet, took off his coat and washed off his urine, and said to song inkstone, ”it's OK, let's continue to drink.”

Back in the box, Zhang naturally began to drink violently. When he was drunk, he began to scold Wang Yuan for not being righteous. Xie Hui and another boy also followed him. Song Yanmo was silent and didn't drink much.

”Bang!”

The door of the box was kicked open. Then, a fat young man in a flowered shirt, about one meter and six tall, about thirty years old, walked into the box with the support of a group of gangsters carrying sticks and machetes.

There were at least a lot of people coming. After filling up the box, several people stood outside the door.

The young fat man looked very kind with a simple smile on his face.