C8 Wang qingshan

A few days later, second brother was standing by the window of the inn, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag from it.

"F * ck, this thing is f * cking f * cking screwed up."

"Brother, what should we do now?" Maybe he was already used to it in the past few days, so he was not worried at all about the dangerous situation they were in. Sitting on the bed and watching the television, he muttered to himself: "We have been hiding for a few days already, do we still have to continue hiding?"

"The station is full of police, and so is the bus stop." Second brother shook his head, "There's no way to not hide. We can only wait until everything is calm before we head back home."

Stupid Brother tilted his head, thinking of his hometown's golden wheat field, and his face revealed a smile of yearning.

That's right, what's so bad about home? It's much better than this city that doesn't regard people as its own.

Autumn is about to arrive, and I should also harvest the land at home. I wonder what the harvest will be like this year …

"There's something I need to do before I go back." Second Brother interrupted Stupid Brother's memories and extinguished his cigarette and threw it into the simple ashtray on the bedside table that was made with a can.

"What is it?"

"Let's kill this bastard, the contractor, and then unload Plum's legs." Second brother said bitterly. He leaned against the pillow and looked at the ceiling, thinking about the future path.

There were only two reasons why the contractor wanted to get rid of Second Brother and Stupid Brother. Maybe Second Brother thought of it too.

Or he was really afraid that second brother and the Stupid Brother would suddenly become anxious and reveal everything.

If the relationship above was not good enough and the things that second brother and the others revealed were found out by someone, the contractor and the gang members would be in trouble. Along with the people in the department, there would probably be a lot of people who would die.

Or perhaps the contractor was in a panic, as this was the first time a laborer had fought against him in all these years.

Second Brother and the others had initially planned to run back to their hometown, but when they went to the train station, they saw some patrolling policemen. Without saying a word, they took a detour.

Perhaps those policemen weren't here to capture them, but they still had the mentality that criminals should have, and that was fear.

At that time, their first thought was, fuck me, it got out of hand. They were all here to catch me.

"Motherf * cker, eat things that are not on the inside." The more he thought about it, the angrier this bastard, Li Zi, who was helping outsiders to deal with his fellow countrymen, got, as he continued to curse.

If Stupid Brother was someone who couldn't speak, then Second Brother's eloquence was truly amazing.

Stupid Brother admitted that he had heard a lot of vulgarities and insults in the village, but he had really broadened his horizons today.

"F * ck, is there anything worse than this kind of vulgarities in this world …" Stupid Brother thought to himself as he swallowed his saliva, not daring to make a sound, afraid that his second brother's anger would spread towards him.

After twenty minutes of talking, Second Brother finally felt thirsty from the scolding and got up to pour water.

"Plum is indeed not a thing, this calf …" Stupid Brother wanted to echo his second brother with a few words so that he could be happier.

However, he did not expect that the moment his second brother heard the word "plum", a stream of profane words came out one after another.

Stupid Brother could not help but cover his ears with his hands, not saying a word.

"F * ck …" "There is actually such a nasty word in this world …"

After it got dark, second brother as usual wanted to call the inn owner to bring food over, but was stopped by Stupid Brother.

"Bro, can we exchange for something to eat? The food that the boss got us isn't tasty at all." Stupid Brother wiped off his saliva, "I remember that there is a restaurant in Northeast China making a stew, why don't we go out to have a meal?"

Second Brother hesitated, thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright, let's be careful."

At this time, the Black Hotel that Second Brother and the others were staying at was located at the border between Xinhe district and South Harbour Region, which was a kilometer or two away from South Harbour Region. The owner was rather dark, but he never asked for the identity cards of the customers, and only gave them money to stay at, which was one of the reasons why Second Brother and the others chose to stay here.

Of course, there was another reason. They carefully walked around the city and found that the police patrolling was the least common area.

Moreover, they could more or less understand the road in Xinhe district. Once they left this area, they might get lost, and if they met an emergency, they might become headless flies that flopped about everywhere.

Instead of fleeing to other unfamiliar districts, they might as well play with the lights and hide in the hotel until everything calmed down.

He had to admit that his second brother's decision was very correct. In the past few days, no police had come to patrol this area, let alone find the 'murderer'.

A few minutes later, Second Brother brought Stupid Brother into a restaurant. After calling the boss over, he ordered a few of their favorite dishes.

"Fortunately, we still have some money on us." Second Brother put the rest of the money into his pocket and smiled, "It's a pity that we have the private money under the pillow in our workshop. There's no way to take it even if you want to go back."

"Forget it, this little bit of money should be enough for us to go back." Stupid Brother laughed as he spoke, he looked towards the direction of the kitchen eagerly, just like a child running to the kitchen to rush it, his face was filled with anticipation.

After a while, the middle-aged owner brought the dishes up and placed the last plate of stew on the table. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel and asked in his standard Northeast accent.

"Are the two youngsters from Northeast China?"

Second Brother nodded with a smile and said, "Yes."

"You're looking for a job in the city too, aren't you?" The boss straightforwardly sat at the table with his second brother, looking very heroic.

Second Brother nodded again.

"The cops are looking for you, right?" the boss finally asked.

Second Brother did not speak. His expression was extremely stiff.

The owner smiled and lit a cigarette. He looked up at the empty restaurant and waved his hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a cop. I'm just asking, how's my dishes? "It's not too bad, right?"

Stupid Brother looked at Second Brother blankly. Seeing that he did not say anything, he nodded his head: "Delicious, the taste is good."

"That's fine. I'm not a chef either. I'm just a guest here for a meal." The middle-aged man threw the towel onto the dining table and took a pair of chopsticks as if he was very familiar with the situation. He picked up a piece of fried meat and put it in his mouth and said to himself, "The salt is a bit low.

The second brother looked at the middle-aged man in silence, appearing to be very quiet.

The middle-aged man looked at him and revealed a smile brimming with nostalgia. He patted his second brother's shoulder heavily, as if he was talking to a senior or a junior.

"The Northeast is united." The middle-aged man laughed, "I won't bite you guys out. Besides, I'm not a cop."

"How do you know the cops are looking for us?"

"I've seen the photos the cops gave me. I can recognize you."

Second Brother rubbed his nose and smiled helplessly, "It's not that I'm suspicious, Big Brother. I was sold out by a villager, or else I wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Let's drink together." The middle-aged man gave the cup to Stupid Brother, hinting for him to help pour a cup, and asked: "Come, tell me about how your fellow villager sold you."

Second Brother thought for a while and was about to say something to his brother, who was also from the same village, when he suddenly saw someone familiar walk in from outside the restaurant. His body was reeking of blood.

"Baobao?!" Second brother exclaimed.

"Yo, it's the two of you." As Bai Baoguo lifted his clothes to wipe the blood off his face, he walked happily to Second Brother's table and was about to sit down. However, when Bai Baoguo saw his tablemate's middle-aged man, his expression changed slightly.

Bai Baoguo frowned and asked: "Great King, why are you here?"

For a moment, both Second Brother and Stupid Brother thought that they had crossed into the world of Journey to the West. Why isn't he called Eldest Brother?

"Someone has come to my gambling office to stir up trouble. I'm here to take a look." The middle-aged man didn't even raise his head as he continued to eat the dishes in the bowl. "Those who come to cause trouble are all trash from the outer division. I was too lazy to go over, so I ran over here to eat."

"You're pretending to be a cook with a kitchen knife in your pocket?" Bai Baoguo asked in a strange tone.

"Fuck you." The middle-aged man replied politely with a curse, "The shop owner is also from our 'Northeast Gang'. So what if I'm here for a meal?"

Bai Baoguo grinned from ear to ear, smiling a little strangely: "I say, you guys from Northeast Gang are the best of the best. I can see you guys everywhere."

"Why are you here?" The middle aged man wiped his mouth and raised his head to look at Bai Baoguo.

At this time, his entire temperament seemed to have undergone a tremendous change. He was completely unable to see the feeling of hometown that he had towards his second brother and the others.

Forgive me for being unable to find any specific words to describe him, but in short, in the words of my second brother.

When he stared, second brother felt his legs go weak.

"I even said that I would eat a round of Northeast Cuisine along the way, but I didn't expect to meet you here." Bai Baoguo bared his teeth as he looked at the middle-aged man: "Where's the boss? "I remember that I saw him yesterday …"

"Take the kitchen knife and go to the gambling office." The middle-aged man calmly asked, "Are you here for a meal?"

"Yeah."

"Did you travel more than ten kilometers?" The middle-aged man laughed.

Bai Baoguo pointed to the blood on his forehead. That should not be his, because when his second brother looked carefully, he did not see any wounds on Bai Baoguo's body.

"Three streets chased by the fox's men, damn it." Bai Baoguo was furious and said: "This beast truly wants to kill me from the bottom of its heart."

A fox?

Second Brother noticed this nickname.

During this period of time, because of Bai Baoguo, he had more or less understood some of the things related to < Eastern Healing >.

At that time, he was muttering in his heart, there was a big hooligan called 'fox' in 'Donghe Gui', could it be that the fox that Bai Baoguo was talking about was …

"Who asked you to be so famous? If I didn't hit you, I wouldn't have hit you." The middle-aged man gloated, "You sure are unlucky. To be chased and cut down a few streets, you must have lost your honorable self, right?"

"Motherf * cker, how could I not run?" Bai Baoguo stared at him angrily.

Stupid Brother was not as sensible as Second Brother. Seeing that the two Big Brothers were happily chatting with each other, Stupid Brother curiously interjected.

"Baobao, you know this brother?"

"I do. How can I not know him?" Bai Baoguo did not mind Stupid Brother's interruptions. He lifted up his clothes, revealing a 20 cm long knife scar on his abdomen, and laughed brilliantly: "This is what he left for me previously, I was almost sent into the reincarnation cycle with a single blade. How could I not recognize him?"

While talking, Bai Baoguo's moody mood seemed to return as he slammed the table heavily.

"Damn it, Wang Qingshan, I'm going to get angry with that cut. What do you think we should do?"

"What the hell." Wang Qingshan took a sip of his wine. "How many years has it been? Why do you hold a grudge?"

Stupid Brother did not react to the three words, Wang Qingshan. Frankly speaking, he had never heard of it.

Second brother had the same reaction.

Wang Qingshan?

Who is it?