C23 Dirty braid

Second Brother had a bad temper, as mentioned many times in the previous article, but he was also a smart person.

Facing the muzzle of the gun, he was sure that he could not act like how he usually did. Even though he already had thoughts of digging out the tombs of eighteen generations of ancestors, he still had to reveal a smile on his face.

"There's no need to play it to this extent, right?" The second brother pretended to be calm as he looked at the gun barrel and said with a smile, "Even if we can't negotiate, we can't take our lives to vent our anger. After all, there's still a debt to pay, isn't there?"

"Fuck, why are you blabbering so much?" Dirty Braid obviously didn't want to be long-winded with Second Brother, so he used his Fifth Company's hair to poke Second Brother in the forehead and put his finger on the trigger.

"Kneel."

"Brother Dirty Braid, calm down first …"

The hoodlum that brought second brother and the others already began to tremble, and his face was incomparably pale. If he was scared a few more times, second brother would have no doubt that this grandson's crotch would become wet.

Seeing that this bastard was trying to smooth things over, Dirty Braid turned his head to look at him, smiled and nodded, "Okay, let me calm down."

The moment Dirty Braid finished speaking, the little bro from "Fu Ji" who was standing behind the scumbag suddenly swung the machete in her hand onto his back.

Accompanied by a mournful scream, Second Brother broke out in a cold sweat.

Maybe some of my friends only have one idea about the injuries, but I haven't seen them in detail. I'll explain it in detail here.

After being cut, the human skin would split open from both sides, creating a conspicuous wound where the cut had been made. The wound looked really disgusting, and the muscle under the skin could be clearly seen if the cut was made deep enough. If the cut was made on the four limbs, even the bones could be seen.

"It's fine for me to calm down, but you guys just have to vent your anger. It's not like I have anything to do anyways." Dirty Bracelet grabbed his injured subordinate's hand and forcefully dragged him to the side of the table. Then, he called for a few people to carry him up and hold him down.

The dirty braid first grinned at Second Brother and the others, then immediately took the machetes of the lackeys beside him. No, that's not right. That was a f * cking chopper used by pork dealers!

Judging from the sound of the knife chopping on the table, the dirty braid was quite strong. With this cut, that lackey's eyes rolled over and he immediately fainted. His palm immediately parted with his small arm.

The wound was the cross section of his forearm, and the dense white bone was quite conspicuous under the cover of his flesh. Blood was not limited to just these four words to describe his injured little brother's condition.

"Fuck, what is your identity? You want me to f * * king vent my anger? "F * ck your mother..." Dirty Braid cursed as he raised his chopper and chopped down at the lackey's other hand.

Another muffled sound rang out, but this time, that lackey was awakened from the pain.

"Northeast Brother, save me! Hurry and save me! " The little brother wailed. When he realized that his hands had left his arms, his pants were immediately wet, and he screamed out in pain: "Northeast Brother, quickly save me!"

"Save you?" Dirty Braid looked at Second Brother and the others with ridicule in his eyes. Smiling, he said, "They can't even protect themselves anymore, so how can they still protect you?"

This sentence was as if a stream of wisdom poured into him, waking him up from his dreams with a single word.

Without saying anything further, the little brother changed from begging for help to begging for mercy, and shouted with a heart wrenching pain: "Dirty Braided Brother! Please spare me! I am the one who will lead the way! "

"You want me to spare you?" Dirty Bracelet seemed to ponder for a moment. Then, under the disbelieving gazes of Second Brother and the others, he nodded his head and said, "Okay."

"It doesn't make sense to directly show you off. Show everyone something. Once my brothers are satisfied, you can leave."

"Dirty braid brother …" I'm only seventeen this year … "Milords, you have a lot …"

Dirty Bracelet's words made that lackey nervous again. He seemed to want to use begging to move Dirty Bracelet again, hoping that this cruel and merciless Big Brother Blackpath would let him go. Unfortunately, he miscalculated.

In the underworld, which one of them wasn't cruel and merciless?

Hearing this, Dirty Braid immediately laughed, squatted on the table and patted his face, "Fuck, you're not even an adult yet, what are you doing in the underworld before you're an adult?"

I dare to say that this underage lackey is definitely regretting his decision to step onto the path of the underworld. Unfortunately, there are paths in this world where one cannot turn back just by walking on one.

Dirty Bracelet stood up and stomped hard on this lackey's wound. In a split-second, he was in so much pain that he couldn't stop wailing.

"Damn it!" [I don't care how old you are if I kill you!] Do you think I have a law on the protection of minors?! "

"Help! Help! "

"Fuck you!"

"Dirty Braid Bro, I was wrong!" I really know my wrongs! "

"I'll make you fucking blabbermouth!"

After being in pain for so long, the lackey was probably numb to the pain. He didn't scream out for pain, but kept on begging for forgiveness.

Finally, it was unknown if the dirty braid suddenly understood that the heavens were kind to him, or if his benevolent and righteous heart had suddenly erupted and inexplicably stopped the foot that was stepping on the wound.

The voice of the lackey who brought Second Brother and the others over was hoarse. His face was full of fear, and even his tears had stopped falling.

Logically speaking, at his age, he should have been a good student in school. At seventeen, no matter what, it should have been high school.

Feeling the sharp pain coming from his arms, the lackey couldn't help but cry again. He was like an ordinary child, crying to the point that second brother and the others couldn't stand it any longer.

Maybe he thought of his classmates at school, or maybe he thought of his parents.

In short, second brother told me that when he saw this lackey crying, he clearly saw the regret in his eyes.

He remembered that this lackey had been chatting with second brother on the way back that day.

He said that his biggest dream in life would be to be a hoodlum like Bai Baoguo.

"To be hot-blooded in the martial arts world, it is time to seek revenge. This is the underworld." This lackey used to look forward to it so much with second brother.

Is it the blood of the martial arts world?

No, not at all.

This was because after losing too much blood, he only felt a chill, a coldness that came from deep within his bones.

"Come on, show us a show to make us all happy, and then we'll let you go." The dirty braid seemed to have let off some steam, laughing comfortably as he jumped off the table and sat on the main sofa.

"Get down and kneel. Call each of our brothers here grandpa." Dirty Bracelet lit up a cigarette and happily smoked. "If we're happy, we'll let you go. It's simple, right?"

Second Brother clenched his fists tightly, but he still did not make a sound, because he knew that attracting the attention of the dirty braid right now was simply courting death.

He wanted to save the child, and he also wanted to stab that dirty braided animal, but his reason still existed.

This caused him to immediately grab Stupid Brother when Stupid Brother was about to explode, and stopped Stupid Brother from rushing forward to save him.

Men should rush forward to kill their dirty braids, but compared to the two words "men", second brother treasured his life more.

An ant being greedy for life, what more a human?

"All of you, help him out and bring him down." Seeing that the lackey was in so much pain that he didn't move, the dirty braid called the lackeys over and roughly dragged the lackey to the ground, dragging him in front of the dirty braid.

"Call me grandpa to listen."

The lackey's entire body was trembling from the pain. The wounds on both of his arms could not stop bleeding and continuously dripped to the ground.

Perhaps it was due to the loss of blood, but the lackey's face became paler and paler, and his lips showed signs of turning black.

The lackey could not even get up, and shouted out with a tremble.

"This grandpa... "Grandpa …"

"Look at how kind I am, although you are Bai Baoguo's man, I did not kill you." "At your age, if you don't study properly and come out to fool around, I'll help you remember, but since you don't need to go to school anymore, you're just like a child in the future."

Dirty Braid was laughing, and the other hooligans around him were laughing too, as if the joke had struck a chortle.

"Come come come, call me grandpa."

"Fuck, call me first!" "Come here!"

Stupid Brother lowered his head, his entire body trembling, afraid that he wouldn't be able to resist and rush forward to kill his dirty braids.

Why didn't Big Bro let me go up to save them?!

F * ck! What did it matter if there were more people? This group of bastards was nothing!

Second Brother's eyes were red, but he did not move at all. He just stood there dumbly, as if he was scared silly by the scene before him, and did not make a sound for a long while.

Seeing his lackeys call him grandpa one by one, Dirty Braid almost burst into tears. He raised his hands to rub his eyes and laughed, "Aiya, this Donghe Gui people really don't have any backbone. It seems like they're not far from annihilating our family."

"Come." Dirty Braid waved to the man next to him, then took a handful of five strands of hair.

The lackey was still crying for another person's grandfather, and didn't notice that Dirty Braid had stood up.

Following that …

Boom! *

"If I say I'll let you go, I'll let you go?" "What a f * cking pig's brain!" Dirty Braid cursed.

The little brother didn't seem to believe that Dirty Bracelet had shot him. Blood gushed out of his mouth, and it was very dark. He looked like he was about to die.

However, as if he had the energy to recover from the shock, he turned his head to the side with great difficulty and looked at his second brother with bloodshot eyes. He then said the last sentence with all his might.

"East …" Northeast Brother. "Save …"

The eyes never seemed to close.

The 17-year-old child passed by silently just like that. Second brother felt that he could not accept this. Although the current situation did not allow him to mess around, but …

"Damn it!" Dirty Braid, f * ck your mother! " The second brother roared in anger and wanted to rush up, but his hands were firmly held down by the dirty braid's underlings.

"Oh, I forgot about having a grandson like you."

Dirty Bracelet pretended to be surprised as he walked towards Second Bro step by step with his 5 combo hairstyle. His steps were very light.

At this moment, his dirty braid phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was his subordinate calling. Without thinking, he immediately picked up the call.

Only a blood-curdling screech came from the other end of the phone. This voice was very familiar, and Dirty Braid could tell that it was his little brother's voice.

Then the voice changed, a voice he did not want to hear.

"Dirty Braid, you're awesome. You even f * cking stepped on my street. Have you forgotten how many bowls of rice your grandson can eat?" Bai Baoguo's laughter was filled with joy: "Fuck you, you only have so few people on your street, do you look down on me or do you think that I won't dare to mess with you? Grandson? "

That night, Dirty Braid felt like he was in a terrible mood.