I just wanted to talk, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, I revealed myself as soon as I uttered, and now I can't talk, I can only think about what else to do.
What should Uncle San do at this time? What will the third uncle do at this time
There was a mess in my mind, seeing Wang Baqiu approaching me and seeing my face, he immediately showed a surprised expression.
I looked at him, and in an instant I thought of the only way that would not reveal my stuff. I greeted him, raised my left fist, and slapped him on the bridge of his nose.
He was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by me. There was a sharp pain in my hand, but I gritted my teeth and held it back. I immediately went up and knocked him to the ground again. He screamed like a pig. I remembered what he said during the last meal. He was really upset. Anyway, I don't know if I can hide it. I'll talk about it first. I just stood up and kicked him wildly.
The guy looked very ruthless, but he was very face-to-face in the fight. He didn't even have a chance to fight back. The few men behind him finally reacted and rushed up. Pan Zi immediately stopped in front of me and said to them, "If you want to die, come. I will be a grandson if I don’t kill you for three minutes."
Everyone knew Pan Zi's cruelty, and all four of them were afraid to move.
At this time, I didn't even feel my hand. I was afraid that it would cost more to treat the hand by myself than this guy would do, so I couldn't go too far. After a few more kicks, I turned around and left.
Pan Zi watched me go, took a sip, and followed me. We walked through an intersection and saw those men who immediately went to help Wang Baqiu. I speeded up my pace and walked to a place where they couldn't see, and found that my hands were swollen like steamed buns.
"Slap next time." Pan Zi said, "to hit him with a fist is to give him face."
I looked at the back, and asked, "Isn't it revealed?"
"Not necessarily, he must have put his eyeliner on, he has been following me or you, and seeing how you look like now, thinking that San Ye is back, he immediately came to see Feng Shui. The reaction just now was good, but he didn't hit it hard enough."
"not enough?"
"If I start, we don't worry if he can see it." Pan Zi said, "But whether he can see it or not, he must have been confused after this beat. For the time being, let's leave him alone."
We got on a taxi along the way. Pan Zi said that he couldn't go to my original hotel, nor to his place. Tonight, Shah would definitely know the news. He had to hide first, but he couldn't hide for too long. Because San Ye has never been afraid of those birdmen, there will be a tough battle tomorrow.
If you can survive tomorrow and immediately return to the Hangzhou shop, you can stop for a long time.
I nodded, and he said, "I can’t sleep tonight. I have to tell you how to get there. But tomorrow, you can’t be as tough as I said. You won’t be able to become the third master one night. I’ll find someone tomorrow. Place, you are inside, I am outside, so that they can only see your face, you don’t have to talk, but you have to train them."
"How do you train if you don't speak?" I wondered.
Pan Zi smiled mysteriously: "I'll wait to teach you the first trick of the Third Master's magical skills, silently train others."
That night, I practiced the silent training trick almost all night, but it was actually just throwing the books in the air.
Pan Zi said that when my third uncle is angry, he usually likes to swear, but when his anger reaches the limit, he will be very silent instead. He will take out the problematic ledger and let the people in front of the troubled ledger wait outside. If the explanation is proper, he will put it down, if there is a problem, he will throw the ledger out, and that person knows he is dead.
The ledger must be accurate, but it doesn't have to be too accurate. But my problem is that I have to recognize the faces of all handicap people. Tomorrow there will be some deputies. The total number may exceed 30. There is no photo on Pan Zi. He can only arrange a picture. Tomorrow, let those people stand in order, and then line up the numbers. I hear the name. Just memorize a number, and throw the book to that number.
I practiced for a whole night, and finally achieved a little success. I also learned something about throwing it away. Finally, I needed to throw an ashtray as a summary. This ashtray is to be thrown at Pan Zi as a punishment for his unfavorable work, so that Pan Zi can take advantage of this to go crazy.
I took a look at the ashtray that was about to be thrown. It was an enamel plate from the late Qing Dynasty. I couldn't help but say that you have to catch Pan Zi. My throw cost more than 6,000 yuan.
In the wee hours of the morning, I slept for a while, and Pan Zi sent a group text message at five o'clock in the morning: "Remove the scales, nine o'clock, the same place."
This is also a secret word, the same as the back of the dragon's back.
After we got up, we dressed neatly. When we went out, Pan Zi said, "San Ye, you are San Ye."
I looked at him, not knowing whether he was talking to me or to myself, just after turning out, suddenly a person came out from the darkness of the intersection, and slashed behind Pan Zi.
Unexpectedly, Pan Zi flipped out a few steps, the blood on his back spilled all over the floor, the man turned around and immediately rushed towards me, with a machete in his hand, and slashed at my neck.
I hurriedly passed, Pan Zi had already got up, grabbed the man by the back collar, and snatched the knife in a few strokes. The man broke free, and I immediately saw him walk out of the darkness behind him. seven people.
Without a word, they rushed towards us.
Pan Zi's back was stained red with blood. He grabbed the machete and said softly to me: "Don't run, look at me, calm down."
I was in a cold sweat. I didn't speak, and I saw Pan Zi stab the knife and said, "There are only seven people, can't Wang Baqiu not get the money?"
"Wang Baqiu?" I looked at those people and suddenly realized what was going on. These may have been sent by Wang Baqiu to silence them, so how did he find us? Is his eyeliner really so powerful
The expressions of those people were so cold that I couldn't understand them. I didn't know them. The feeling they exude suddenly made me very scared, even if I encountered those strange things in Douli, I didn't feel this kind of fear. I thought of how Uncle Qiu was when I was the third master, and he secretly gave me pocket money. I suddenly felt that people can be very snobbish, but there should be a bottom line!
What is more terrifying than ghosts and gods is the human heart. Is this human heart? I looked at the blood on Pan Zi's back, and the knife mark made me feel extremely dazzled. After Pan Zi knocked over three people, the others ran away immediately.
He glanced at me, leaned against the wall and gasped, and said, "Wang Baqiu is a businessman. This kind of thing is unprofessional, and you have to be cruel. You can't rely on this kind of person."
I smiled bitterly and asked him if it didn’t matter. He went up to help him, he shook his head and told me not to come over: “The big boss is holding the chopped man, that’s declining, I’m fine.” I pointed to the other side, and I found that A few people have not run far, "They must have half of the money left, they have to kill us, and they want to find a chance to attack."
"What should I do?" I looked in that direction, "You will lose blood and shock like this."
"No, I will be shocked if I lose anything, but I won't be shocked by blood loss." Pan Zidao, he stood up, I saw blood stains on the wall behind, "Go, we will chase them."
After walking a few steps, he stopped. I found his expression a little bit painful, but he frowned and said nothing.
We walked to the guys one after the other, Pan Zi held the machete sideways, scraped the knife against the wall, and scraped it all the way. This is the most inferior form of intimidation in fighting. He must not need him to do this kind of thing before, but now, there are only two of us.
The mobs are the mobs, and the little ghosts were forced by Pan Zi to retreat to the side of the road. Pan Zi's blood wet his pants. He put down the knife and saw that the little ghosts hadn't escaped yet, but looked straight at us, obviously seeing Pan Zi, knowing that he would fall down sooner or later.
We stood on the side of the road waiting for a taxi, but when I looked up, I secretly called it hard. It is more difficult to get a taxi in this area than in Hangzhou.
I suddenly felt that this was the most tragic thing in the world. We were cut off by others, and then we bluffed and reached the side of the road, but couldn't get a car. I don't know if it was because Pan Zi was holding the knife.
Seeing Pan Zi leaning on the tree, he immediately lost his energy. I was very anxious, thinking of what Pan Zi said just now that this is an unprofessional method. Could it be that if the third uncle is gone, we will be forced into this by such unprofessional means
The few people gradually approached, Pan Zi squeezed the machete tightly and glanced at me, seeming a little helpless. I suddenly wanted to call the police, but at that moment, I suddenly remembered what he said:
"There are some things you can't handle."
I always thought that his so-called inability to hold back was caused by tremendous pressure from all sides, but I did not expect it to be like this. So lacking in beauty, so naked, seeing that his good friends are about to die, they have to pretend to be calm, and they can't choose to escape, can't choose other help, and they can only die under their rules of the game.
My hand was squeezed into a fist in my pocket, thinking about what should I do if Pan Zi is no longer good, can I continue taking Pan Zi's knife
At this time, I suddenly saw the boys on the opposite side cheering, and then a dozen people rushed out from the road on the other side, all of them holding machetes.
As soon as the two groups had a conversation, they immediately looked at us, and the leader waved his hand and quickly forced it over to us. My heart is cold, there are still people!
Pan Zi stood up abruptly and cursed: "Oh, it's the little cobbler in Nancheng. Wang Baqiu is well informed. Knowing my holiday with him, San Ye, you lean back and don't get dirty. Clothes." While speaking, he patted the tree with the knife, and walked over to them alone.
But after not taking a few steps, the people on the opposite side stopped and looked behind me. I saw their expressions were very embarrassing, Pan Zi also felt strange, stopped to look back.
I looked back and saw a few cars on the side of the road behind me, the doors of which opened one after another. A lot of people came out, Huo Xiuxiu walked in the forefront, wearing a casual outfit, jumping up to the ground, hooked my hand and said to me: "Uncle, long time no see, do you remember me?"
Before I could speak, I saw Xiaohua on the other side wearing a suit and his iconic pink shirt, walking up to me while sending a text message, and finished sending without looking up, then looked at the person on the other side and said:" Send the third master to the'old place', meet Wang Baqiu, and kill him directly. It's mine."