The younger brother, who was immersed in the worship of his idol, saw the ashtray flying towards him.
He quickly turned sideways and perfectly avoided the attack of the ashtray.
"You are such a good talker, why don't you go to TVB and be a sports show host!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Get to the point!"
Koushui interrupted him impatiently.
"Brother, can I really be a sports host?"
I didn't hear any sarcasm from Kou Shuiwei at all.
Kou Shuiwei was almost pissed off by him. Where did he find such an idiotic subordinate
Thinking back to when he was a younger brother, he was so conspicuous.
Why can’t I find a younger brother as eye-catching as I was back then
He rolled his eyes, lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and asked while puffing out smoke:
"So, this magician has won a lot of championships? What about this Michael Jourdan?"
"this… "
The younger brother who got beaten became a little cautious, stammering and not knowing where to start.
In 1991, Jordan was the most popular player on the planet.
Because he is the flying man - Michael Jordan.
He is light, fast, gorgeous and graceful, and he seems to be able to fly on the court.
But in terms of performance alone, he is far inferior to the magician.
"Fuck your mother, what are you talking about!? You didn't say it when I asked you to, do you think your life is too long?"
Koushuiwei used his right little finger to pick at his right ear.
You have to empty your ears first before you can contain the words of this chatterbox.
"This year is Jordan's seventh year in the NBA..."
The younger brother looked at his elder brother and saw that he was no longer angry.
He started talking incessantly again.
“In his rookie year, he was considered one of the best players in the league;”
"In his sophomore year, he earned the status of God that Bird called him by scoring 63 points against the Celtics."
"Since the third grade, he has been the top scorer;"
"In his fourth year, he won the regular season MVP and Defensive Player of the Year and became the best individual in the NBA."
…
Koushuiwei clenched his fists tightly, trying to control his anger.
He was afraid that he would beat this loser to death in the next second.
"So... what?" Kou Shuiwei gritted his teeth and asked word by word.
"So... so..."
The younger brother saw that his elder brother's face was not right, so he lowered his head and said:
"So, he hasn't won any NBA championship yet..."
"This year is also the first time he has led the Chicago Bulls to the Finals..."
"Bang..."
A beer bottle was thrown against the wall with great force by the spit.
Glass splattered,
The foamy liquid created a firework on the wall and flowed down the wall.
"You bitch! Are you kidding me?"
Kou Shuiwei's eyes were fierce, as if he was going to eat someone in the next second.
One is McNealy Jourdan, who has not won a championship in seven years.
One is Magik Zhuoldan, who has won numerous championships and gold rings.
This stinky bitch!
You actually let me bet a huge sum of money on this damn bull to win
If I lose this time, I will capture her and slaughter her like a cattle!
"Go ask the boss of that underground bank if I can get my 2 million back."
After hearing the instructions, I immediately called the owner of the underground money house.
"Ask your big brother if you can stuff the shit back into your butthole?"
The owner of the money shop said on the other end of the phone.
"Brother, the boss asks you, can you put the shit back into your butthole?"
The younger brother conveyed the bank owner's words to his elder brother word for word.
Saliva was so angry that he picked up a chair nearby.
Smashed the TV that was playing the NBA Finals!
“Ding ding ding…”
The mobile phone on the table rang and Zhao Zitong called him.
Fuck!
This woman dared to call me!
After hearing her words, Kou Shuiwei grabbed his little brother who was hitting the TV:
"What the hell! Come on, let's go catch that bitch!"
…
On the other side, Zhao Zitong was so anxious that he pushed open the door of his house.
I saw my mother being strangled by the man.
Sun Shaofen leaned against the wall, her face was blue, her eyes were wide open.
He held Zhao Wenqiang's hand tightly and kicked his feet wildly, obviously he was almost exhausted.
Zhao Zitong did not hesitate and picked up the small stool next to the sofa.
Hit Zhao Wenqiang on the back of the head.
Zhao Wenqiang felt pain and let go of his hands that were tightly holding Sun Shaofen's neck.
Sun Shaofen collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.
She had just had a near-death experience and her mind was completely blank.
Zhao Wenqiang turned around and saw Zhao Zitong holding a chair.
"You little bitch! How dare you hit me?"
Zhao Wenqiang's voice was as loud as a bell.
He touched the back of his head.
A bump immediately appeared where I was hit by the small stool.
"You're a scumbag! You're a gambler! You beat your wife! Why shouldn't I dare to do that?"
Zhao Zitong was holding a small stool, not at all afraid of Zhao Wenqiang standing in front of her.
Although Zhao Wenqiang is from Guangdong,
But he is about 1.8 meters tall and his arms are full of tendon muscle.
He has been carrying heavy bags at the dock over the years and is very strong.
He stepped in front of Zhao Zitong and snatched the small stool from her hand.
With a "clang", the bench fell onto the balcony like a parabola.
Zhao Zitong didn't expect that the original owner's father was so strong.
Snatching something from her hand was as easy as a 20-year-old fitness coach snatching a toy from a 6-year-old girl.
She was careless!
I heard Sun Shaofen's call on the phone.
He rushed back as soon as possible, but ignored the dangers he might encounter.
Before she could react,
"Pah..."
A powerful slap landed on his fair little face.
Zhao Zitong was unable to resist, his body swayed and he could not stand firmly.
Zhao Wenqiang slapped him so hard that he crashed into the corner of the coffee table.
Blood immediately oozed from her forehead, her ears began to ring, and her eyes flashed with golden light.
She was about to stand up by holding on to the coffee table.
"Boom..."
Zhao Wenqiang grabbed his hair.
Hit your head directly onto the hard concrete floor.
Zhao Zitong's head was buzzing...
Although she is 170cm tall, she has small arms and legs.
He weighs less than 100 pounds and is so thin that he looks like he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
Plus, Zhao Wenqiang is so strong.
Zhao Zitong, who was dizzy from the collision,
I really hate this scumbag...
As long as I am not beaten to death by him today,
She was going to tear him into pieces!
"Let her go, let her go!"
Sun Shaofen, who had just collapsed weakly in the corner, shouted hoarsely:
Look at Zhao Wenqiang grabbing his daughter's head and slamming it to the ground like a madman.
She struggled to crawl over with her weak body.
He grabbed Zhao Wenqiang's trouser legs tightly and said:
"Zhao Wenqiang, don't you just want money?"
"I... I... give it to you, let Tongtong go!"
When Zhao Wenqiang heard this, he sneered and kicked Sun Shaofen:
"You damn bitch! If you had just taken out the money earlier, there wouldn't be so much trouble!"