It was already 2:30 in the morning when the party at Honglu Bar ended. Jiang Ji put down his guitar, took the half-empty bottle of mineral water, drank it all, then habitually crushed the bottle and threw it into the trash can.
Every night after the bar closed, he was used to standing at the door, enjoying the breeze and relaxing for a while.
Singing for several hours in a row is a huge drain on the voice and physical strength. Only at this time will the brain stop thinking about the things that are tearing itself apart and fall into a brief blank. Therefore, this is the most relaxing moment of Jiang Ji's day.
Section 40
But today, as he pushed the door open and walked out of the bar, he saw the man standing at the door.
The man was about the same age as Jiang Keyuan. He was wearing a gray jacket, his brows were furrowed into a deep frown, and the cigarette in his hand was half burned.
Because of the two text messages he received in the evening, Jiang Ji was not too surprised that this person appeared here at this time.
The man said nothing, looked at him, and turned to walk to the side. Jiang Ji closed the door and followed him.
There were a few young girls standing across the alley, whispering to each other and looking at Jiang Ji, as if they wanted to go up and talk to him, but didn't have the courage to do so.
The man walked in front, smoking a cigarette, turning several corners and crossing several alleys. He did not stop until the sound of Honglu Street was left far behind and there was no sound of people around.
Jiang Ji, who was following behind him, also stopped and stood there looking at him expressionlessly.
The man threw away the cigarette in his hand, turned around, and stared at him with a gloomy look.
Jiang Ji remembered that he was not like this before. He was a very easy-going uncle. Although he was a little impatient, he was very patient with children. He often took him out to play and secretly brought him some snacks that his parents didn't allow him to eat. If it weren't for Jiang Keyuan...
"Dead?" The person on the other end spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Um."
With a casual "hmm", the other party seemed to be suddenly enraged, walked over and raised his hand to shove Jiang Ji's chest, and his raised hoarse voice was mixed with suppressed anger: "Is it over if I die?!"
He was very strong and Jiang Ji was pushed back a step.
The man stepped forward, grabbed his collar tightly, raised his voice and yelled at him: "You've brought so much harm to our family, is it over if you die?!"
Jiang Ji lowered his head slightly, remained silent, and said nothing.
The man pushed him, slamming his back against the wall, and then raised his hand and punched him.
Jiang Ji's head was tilted by the blow, and then the fist fell down like a sandbag, landing on his shoulders, chest and arms.
The fists were thrown without any rules, and each punch was filled with the force of venting anger.
Jiang Ji did not fight back, silently enduring everything that fell on him, listening to the man shouting again and again, "Is it over if he dies? Who the hell let him die? Your family owes me, and I'll never be satisfied in this lifetime!", and the dull sound of punches hitting him, he thought a little numbly, what a good beating.
We should bring Ma San and his men along, and beat them up together with iron rods, using the kind of method that leaves no chance of survival.
Do it if you want him to.