call!

A violent sound of breaking through the air sounded.

Wang Mozheng was focused on guarding against the five people at the door. Unexpectedly, there was an ambush in the corner of the corridor behind him. He was caught off guard and swept on his leg by a bat.

Pang!

With a muffled sound, Wang Mo fell heavily to the ground, and the stones in his hand rolled out of sight.

"It's not that easy to run!"

The middle-aged man with a flat head smiled grimly, rushed to Wang St and kicked him hard.

At the same time, everyone around rushed over, and his fists and feet fell on Wang St. Wang St. At first, he wanted to seize the opportunity to escape, but in this narrow corridor, he had no chance at all. Moreover, the opponent took the initiative first, with a large number of people and powerful people, and Wang St had already lost the opportunity.

In just under two minutes, Wang Mo was beaten to the point of being covered in bruises and was dying, and was dragged to the private room of 3288 by a group of gangsters.

The floor of the private room was densely filled with beer bottles. On the coffee table, there were some white powder and some drug-taking tools.

In the private room, there were a group of "ciluo" men with upper bodies, each of whom carved dragons and phoenixes, wearing thick gold necklaces, with fierce eyes, full of tyranny.

Manager Chen also sat in it.

Pang!

The flat-headed man kicked Wang Mo's back, and Wang Mo fell directly to the ground, his face dripping blood.

"Brother Stupid, are you here?" Manager Chen looked down at Wang Stupid on the ground with a playful look on his face.

"I was wrong..." Wang St, who was bleeding from the face, looked at Manager Chen with a begging face.

"Haha, where is the mistake?" Manager Chen showed a smug look on his face. He was very familiar with Wang Stupid. As long as he gave him a little color, all problems would not be a problem.

"I shouldn't download the surveillance video." Wang Sting was like a pile of mud, struggling to kneel in front of Manager Chen with weak energy.

"What else?" Manager Chen sneered.

"I shouldn't spread rumors that you've cheated my money."

"What else?"

"No...no..."

"It's really gone?"

Manager Chen showed a hint of cruelty on his face. He picked up an empty wine bottle from the coffee table and smacked Wang St. Wang's head was bleeding and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

“Is there any?”

Manager Chen's hideous face was like a devil in hell, and the dozen or so men sitting in the private room threw wine bottles at Wang Mo from time to time, and the ground was covered with glass shit. Everyone watched Wang Mo roll on the glass shit, screaming and laughing wildly.

"Ah...yes...yes...I shouldn't have told Liu Bo, I shouldn't have told Liu Bo about the different colors of the account book and the pen..." Wang St was so scared that he saw Manager Chen picking up another bottle of wine. He held his head with his hands and his butt kept moving on the ground. The glass slag pierced the skin of his pants. On the ground, blood mixed with beer, exuding a choking smell of blood.

"Wang Fan, I can no longer make a fuss in this area. You have to give me an explanation for this matter." Manager Chen said with a sinister smile.

"Brother Chen, you said that as long as I can do it, I, Wang Fan, can do it as a cow or a horse." Wang Fan, who was only thinking about getting out, immediately swears. What's so bad is that his headache broke out again, and the severe pain that was like the heart-suffering of thousands of ants made him worse than death.

"Okay, don't say that Brother Chen doesn't give you a way out, just call Zhang Shiwan's IOU." Manager Chen looked reluctant.

"I'll hit, I'll hit."

In front of everyone, Wang Stupid simply wrote an IOU of 100,000 yuan as required by Manager Chen and signed his name.

"Get out!" Manager Chen shouted loudly, with a proud expression on his face.

"Thank you, Brother Chen, thank you, Brother Chen..."

Wang Fan, who was bleeding from the ground, got up from the ground and walked out all the way. He fell down no less than five times in a corridor.

The start of the beating of a group of gangsters, which had already beaten Wang Mo all over. Manager Chen's bottles just now directly broke Wang Mo's head. At this time, Wang Mo had reached the point where he was exhausted.

...

Pang!

Wang Fan was kicked out of the back door by the middle-aged man with a flat head, and the door was closed heavily.

Wang Fan got up from the ground, walked a few steps, and then fell to the ground.

"I can't do it anymore, I can't..."

Wang Fan struggled to stand up, shaking, and the blood on his head could not stop flowing down, and the headache he had even more urged to hit the wall.

Wang Mo took out the Apple phone, and the screen of the phone was broken, but it could still be used.

"Xiaobao, Xiaobao..." Wang St called Shi Xiaobao.

"Brother Stupid... It's very late...Brother Stupid, what's wrong with you?" Shi Xiaobao suddenly woke up when he heard Wang Stupid's moan.

"My head was broken and bleeding. Come over quickly. I don't have the strength to go to the hospital..." Wang Fan moved his butt and leaned against the wall, dying.

"I'll come over right away, I'll come over immediately!" Shi Xiaobao said anxiously.

"In the back door of Greek mythology, hurry, I can't support it anymore..."

Wang Mo touched his forehead and immediately his hands were covered with blood.

"Will I die?"

Wang Fan leaned against the corner of the wall, staring blankly at the starry sky, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He never dreamed that it was just a joke and he wore it back for 60 days. Some things that had already happened changed because of him, while some things that had not happened happened again.

In a daze, the unconscious Wang Fan seemed to see a majestic man commanding thousands of troops to gallop on the battlefield. His sword was facing the ashes. On the earth, there were smoke from the fire, and there were broken chariots and piles of corpses everywhere.

Killing is like a movie, and the scenes are constantly changing in front of Wang Mo's eyes.

Suddenly, the majestic man's eyes fell on Wang Mo.

"Barewell!" An extremely clear voice suddenly sounded in Wang Strange's mind.

"Who?" Wang Fan was shocked and suddenly sat up, his body half-reliant in the corner of the wall.

"Kill them all!" The man with a majestic body was so murderous, his eyes seemed to pierce the layers of obstacles.

"Who are you?" Wang St was so scared that he was completely untouched. He could have been sure that the sound just now was not an illusion, but a real existence.

"Wang Fan, is it you?"

In the darkness, Shi Xiaobao's voice sounded, and the image in Wang Strange's mind and the voice of the man suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

In the distance, a black shadow sneaked up with a cloth bag.

"Here." Wang Fan stood up with the wall and stood up hard.

"My mother, are you so seriously injured?" Shi Xiaobao touched the dim street lights in the distance. Looking at Wang Fan's miserable appearance, he was shocked.

"I can't move anymore, take me to the hospital." Wang St trembled with his legs, and blood was still flowing on his head.

"It's okay, if I come, I don't have to go to the hospital." Shi Xiaobao unscrewed a small flat aluminum bottle in his hand and poured it into Wang Da's mouth. "You drink this medicinal wine first, I'll treat you the wound, and ensure that you will be alive immediately after less than five minutes..."

"Ah... Guru... Guru... Why is this wine so hard to drink..." Wang Fan felt disgusted.

"Brother Stupid, do you know how much the wine you drank just now?" Shi Xiaobao took out a packet of gray powder from his arms and sprinkled it on Wang Stupid's head.

"How many?"

"At least two thousand yuan!"

"So expensive? I don't have the money to pay you back now, so don't cheat me." Wang St was shocked. Even if it was a top Moutai, it would cost 2,000 yuan for a few small ounces.

"You will know later." Shi Xiaobao was very careful. He carefully applied the gray powder whenever there was a place where there was a broken skin and bleeding.

“So hot…”

Suddenly, Wang Fan felt that his internal organs seemed to be burning, and a warm current surged through his limbs and bones, extending along the meridians like a tide, as if covering the sky and soaking his entire body in it.

"Hehe, the effect of the medicine begins to work." Shi Xiaobao smiled proudly.

"Ah... it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Wang Fan discovered that his sore body had no slight pain. The most amazing thing was that he actually felt a rich power in his body.

"This is an ancient formula that has been passed down for thousands of years. Nowadays, the thieves don't know." Shi Xiaobao sighed, clapped his hands, and slapped the gray powder in his hand.

"Is this powder effective?" Wang Mo was overjoyed.

"The powder has no effect, it is similar to Yunnan Baiyao. It stops bleeding and generates muscles, and can also relieve pain... Brother Stupid, what are you doing? After you are separated for a while, you almost killed yourself."

"Oh, don't mention it. On the way home, I called Manager Chen, and then, I'm like this..."

"Brother Stupid, you are so stupid! Wen Jing has said that you can't get the more than 90,000 yuan. Aren't you sending meat to the chopping board?"

"More than 90,000..." Wang Mo is a typical example of the wound healed and forgot the pain. He was beaten to death just now, but now he is thinking about the huge sum of money again.

"Don't worry about the more than 90,000 yuan. Go home and rest well and cure the injury first. That medicinal wine will cure the symptoms but not the root cause. It still takes time to rest. When the injury is cured, we will slowly settle the score with Manager Chen..."

"Yeah, rest well, I can travel through the clock until September... Xiaobao, have you brought your weapons?"

"What are you doing?" Seeing Wang Fan's swollen face suddenly showing a ferocious look, Shi Xiaobao couldn't help but take a step back.

"No need to wait and settle the accounts slowly, it's the best today!"

Wang Fan's evil deeds are dying, his eyes are bloodshot and murderous intent.

At this moment, Wang St suddenly figured it out. It took more than a month from now to time travel to return to his previous life. Since he had decided to travel through time, he naturally had no scruples. Even if he killed someone and set fire, it didn't matter. If there was no problem to find Manager Chen after the injury healed, it would be difficult for those gangsters to find them.

"No... a thief of my level does not use weapons..." Looking at Wang Stupid's swollen face, Shi Xiaobao felt inexplicably frightened and took another step back.

"Give it to me!" Wang Fan stared at Shi Xiaobao viciously.

"Silly brother..."

"If you are brothers, give it to me!" Wang Fan pressed step by step.

"Okay... die if you die..." Shi Xiaobao pulled out two sharp kitchen knives from the cloth bag.

"Don't worry, they were sneak attacking us at the beginning, but now we were sneak attacking them. They are all taking drugs now, and they are all unconscious. If we suddenly kill in, we will be caught off guard." Wang stupid smiled.

"But... Brother Chen is not a gangster like Yan Geng..." Shi Xiaobao looked worried. After all, he still wanted to hang out in City C. If he offended the people on the road, he would not have to hang out.

"It's okay, I want to wear it anyway... Don't worry, they don't know you, otherwise you will cover your face."

Wang Fan tore the cloth bag of Shi Xiaobao's miscellaneous items and made it into a masked mask. After tying the excess cloth strips in his hand, he tied the kitchen knife to avoid the kitchen knife from being removed when the knife was chopped and killed.
Chapter completed!