There was a man squatting in front of Xu Zeming. He had short crew cut hair, broken eyebrows and narrow eyes. His sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, revealing a tattoo of Shura.
The flat head withdrew the hand that was holding Xu Zeming, looked at Wen Ruan with interest, the tip of his tongue touched the corner of his lower lip, then stood up, facing her direction, with a slight smile in his eyes.
"Snapped."
He pinched Wen Ruan's phone with his flat head, pressed his index finger and thumb firmly, and pulled it back, with a sly tone in his tone: "Miss sister, since you want to stand up for your brother, you can't just perfunctory us like this .”
Wen Ruan frowned slightly, and clenched her phone tightly.
The man couldn't move, but he didn't let go of his hand. Instead, he just looked at Wen Ruan with a half-smile, as if he wasn't going to back down.
Wen Ruan clicked his tongue softly in his heart, looked down at his mobile phone, and then raised his eyes to glance at Xu Zeming, who was pushed down beside him.
…never mind.
If it's troublesome, then it's troublesome, since it's all over the place, we must help to the end.
Originally, I wanted the bar to come forward to solve this matter, but it didn't seem to work, so I had to do it myself.
So she laughed, pressed the lock screen button of the phone, and asked, "So what do you think about letting him go?"
"What do you want?"
Pingtou seemed to hear something funny, and laughed eccentrically, then turned to look at the group of brothers behind him: "Tell me, how can we let these two go?"
When the people behind heard this, they hissed and booed while watching the excitement:
"As you said, we never bully Miss Sister."
"Why don't you just have a few drinks with us?"
"Since it's Xu Zeming's sister, what are you doing standing at the door, come in and play." The group said, reaching out and touching Xu Zeming's head to his own face: "See, sister, we are your brother's good friends Woolen cloth."
Xu Zeming gritted his teeth, forced his head away, moved his throat, and said a word in a low voice: "Get lost."
"Snapped-"
As soon as this sentence was finished, he slapped his head with a crisp and sharp slap.
"Give you some face, what are you pretending to be here? Could it be that your father was too kind to you just now, so that you can't see the face clearly?"
"enough."
Wen Ruan interrupted sharply, she raised her head, and met the crew-haired eyes in front of her without hesitation: "I have to take someone away today."
Pingtou laughed and rubbed his neck: "Okay."
Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, raised his chin towards the whole table of wine glasses not far away: "Success, it's not to lose face, just blow a bottle and let you take someone away."
Wen Ruan glanced at the wine bottle on the table.
Hard liquor at almost fifty degrees.
Blowing down such a whole bottle, even if it is not easy to get drunk, it will cause stomach bleeding.
She raised her eyelashes, looked at the flat head in front of her, and bent her eyes slightly: "Since you want to take me to play, how interesting is it for a person to blow the bottle, why don't you...I compare with you?"
The flat head glanced at Wen Ruan with great interest, touched his chin, nodded with a smile, then returned to the sofa and sat down, raised his finger and pointed to the cup.
Immediately someone graciously filled two glasses of wine.
Wen Ruan approached and glanced at the wine glass on the tea table.
...Why is this person so talkative
But at this moment, Pingtou stretched out his hand and said slowly, "Don't worry."
He raised his chin aside: "Come on, add something to Xu Zeming's sister."
Immediately, someone came forward with a playful smile, unpacked the powder and shook it into Wen Ruan's cup.
Pingtou moved his hand away and signaled to her with a smile: "Okay, let's drink."
Wen Ruan narrowed her eyes, picked up the glass of wine, sized it up for a while, and then said softly, "It's the first time I've seen such a bright and honest addition to my face."
"Our group is honest."
The flat-headed man patted his thigh with a smile, and said slowly: "Look, your brother stole my girlfriend away, how can you let him go so easily?"
When he said this, his eyes scratched Wen Ruan's whole body heavily on purpose, and he prolonged his tone: "But if you want to replace him, it's okay. We big men must be more kind to Miss Sister." Interested."
Xu Zeming's eyes were flushed with anger, but he was pressed tightly to the ground by several people, his neck was bulging with veins, but his mouth was gagged and he couldn't speak.
Wen Ruan glanced at him, then raised his index finger and tapped the wall of the cup lightly. After a long time, he sighed helplessly.
She raised her eyes, raised her brows slightly, then raised her hand neatly, splashing all the contents of the cup on the flat-headed face.
"boom-"
Wen Ruan bent down and put down the glass heavily, raised her head, bent her eyes and smiled: "I've given you face."
Then in the next second, he turned around and lifted his leg neatly, and kicked the shoulder of a boy who was pressing against Xu Zeming.
The man fell back in pain, and the whole person fell onto the sofa and bounced up.
Seeing this scene, the people who were sitting swaying around stood up all of a sudden, rolled up their sleeves and twisted their necks, as if they were going to fight with arrogance.
"boom-"
And at this moment, there was a loud bang on the table.
The flat head sitting on the sofa didn't know when, he took out a small short sharp knife, unsheathed it, and slapped it heavily on the table.
Wen Ruan turned to look at him.
"Sure, it's okay not to drink."
Pingtou smiled coldly: "Since your brother came to this street, he has found us a lot of things to do. Today, I thought that if he lost his little finger, the matter would be over. But since you want to be so strong, we don't feel sorry for you... "
After finishing speaking, he raised his chin: "Will you replace him?"
The atmosphere suddenly became freezing point, and the surroundings were completely silent.
But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
It was like digging a crack in the ice.
"knock, knock"
He knocked twice again.
Finally, someone close to the door opened the door, and said with some irritation in his tone, "Who can't read the expression so hard..."
Before he could finish his words, they all stuck in his throat.
The light in the private room is dim, but the light in the corridor behind is bright.
This smear of light hit the man in front of him, making his face even more angular. His long eyelashes were well defined, and seemed to hang down a little loosely, but there was a shiver in the dark pupils. Coldness.
"Who are you?"
Fu Zhihuan's thin lips were slashed like a knife, and he spit out two words without any emotion: "Let it go."
Hearing this voice, Wen Ruan subconsciously straightened his back.
But the footsteps came from far to near, and then stopped less than half a meter behind her.
Then came the familiar voice, the cold feeling was still there, but a bit of gentleness could still be heard: "Let's go, Wen Ruan."
From the moment Fu Zhihuan came in, Pingtou couldn't sit still.
The aura of this person seemed to be out of tune with the surroundings, and there was a bit of hostility between his brows, as if he was coming in to smash the scene.
As the boss, if he is really allowed to take away people like this, where will he save face
So he straightened his head and knocked heavily on the table twice: "What's the matter, do you want to replace her?"
Fu Zhihuan: "For what?"
The flat head approached the sofa, shaking the knife in his hand: "Well, I originally wanted her little finger. If you want a hero to save the beauty so much, you can replace her."
What bullshit.
Mostly it was a group of thugs who had watched too many action movies and had no serious job. They occupied a street and harassed businesses to collect protection fees. After learning a few words, it was like pretending to be a gangster to scare people.
Wen Ruan got angry, took two steps forward, and was about to speak, but heard Fu Zhihuan behind him laugh, and then said—
"good."
What nerve
Wen Ruan froze for a moment, then turned her head and glared at Fu Zhihuan behind her.
Why did you really follow the words of this group of people
The eyes of Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan met, but she couldn't see any other chill from those smiling eyes.
He looked away lightly, then took a step, bent over and squatted down, put his hands on the coffee table, then raised his chin towards the flat head: "Sure, I'll take her place."
Flathead was stunned.
He really didn't expect that the man in front of him who looked like "I am number one in the world" would have such a reaction.
Usually, those people would be so frightened that they would snot and cry and beg for mercy, or they would be beaten to death after being beaten hard.
It was the first one to agree so calmly.
Calm as if what he wants is not a little finger, but a hair.
Fu Zhihuan didn't panic, but Pingtou panicked.
This group of people looked arrogant, but in fact they just collected protection fees, beat people and smashed shops, and the most serious thing might be to open people's heads with sticks when confronting people.
It's really hard to prepare for cutting off a little finger like this.
Pingtou gritted his teeth, glanced at the brothers around him from the corner of the eye, and still held the handle of the knife, pointing it at Fu Zhihuan's hand.
No matter what, we can't lose face.
And it's no big deal for them to see some blood, they have to break the precept once.
Thinking of this, he simply rushed out and prepared to drop the knife.
"Fu Zhihuan!" Wen Ruan panicked and stepped forward to stop him.
"boom."
But before she got close, she heard a crisp sound.
Fu Zhihuan firmly held Pingtou's wrist, half-closed his eyes, and his eyes were cold.
In the next second, he pulled the other hand with the flat head, pressed the back of the hand and pressed it on the table. Then, with the hand he held the knife, he pointed the tip of the knife at the back of his hand with the flat head pressed on the table, and stabbed it without the slightest hesitation.
Before the tip of the knife fell, the screeching voice of the flat head came one step ahead.
The companions who were watching the show just now jumped up from the sofa.
After an incomparably crisp sound, Fu Zhihuan raised his head, looked calmly at the flat-haired man who was so frightened that tears were still oozing out in front of him, smiled lightly, and then moved his hand away.
The point of the knife did not dig into the back of the man's hand.
Instead, it passed through the fingers with incomparable precision, and was deeply embedded on the coffee table, without even scratching the skin.
Wen Ruan breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, no matter where he went, this person still did not follow the script.
Fu Zhihuan straightened up, straightened his cuffs, and said softly, "Are you in your twenties?"
The flat head was hoarse, he hadn't recovered from the panic just now, but he also knew how difficult the man in front of him was: "Twenty."
"You're still young, there's no need to watch movies to learn such heresy things, it's not a good way out."
Fu Zhihuan glanced at the knife standing on the table: "A waiter has called the police just now. You have some knives, and you will be detained for a few days."
After sitting for a while, Ping Ping also came back to his senses, and then suddenly felt sorry.
Although this man seemed not easy to mess with, but after all, he was in the same room, so how could he admit to being cowardly.
So he slapped the table, bluffing: "Don't fucking embarrass me here, this street is under my control, believe it or not—"
"Before offending someone, you can inquire about the background before making a decision."
Fu Zhihuan raised his hand and made an interrupting gesture, pointing to Wen Ruan next to him: "You manage this street? But her family can buy ten of them in a street like this."
Wen Ruan was caught off guard by being named, but after thinking for a while, he hesitated to correct: "... But I think there should be more than ten."
"..."
Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while.
Just an example, not for you to show off.
The author has something to say: There should be a late night surprise tonight (although it is quite late now)
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Sleeping late, surprise reading failed, it's four o'clock, I'm too sleepy, but I still have a thousand words to write, I'll write tomorrow when I get up!
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