Dressed as a sickly villain's black moonlight

Chapter 73 Blackening
Looking at the middle-aged man who was swearing and swearing, Qiao Sicheng sat in the container with one leg propped up lazily.

"Master Huang, do you still remember me?"

Seeing that Huang Wenbiao's cloudy eyes were only blank, Qiao Sicheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he just snorted.

"It's just that the nobleman forgets things a lot."

To say how he knew Huang Wenbiao, we have to start from ten years ago.

At that time, he was still in the backyard of Qiao's house, living a life of being bullied and starved of food every day.

At that time, he naively thought that as long as he was obedient enough, he could get a little bit of compassion from Qiao's family.

then...

He served tea and water in the backyard of Qiao's house, just to have a full meal, because Qiao's family did not support idlers.

It was completely different from Li Jin's treatment of him. At that time, as long as he made the slightest mistake in Qiao's house, he would be beaten.

Qiao Zhenhai used to have a lot of underground business matters to be dealt with, while Huang Wenbiao, who was only [-] years old, dared to accept Qiao Zhenhai's orders as a fledgling in order to make a name for himself.

Hurting, stealing, inside calls, all kinds of shady things.

Qiao Zhenhai was talking to Huang Wenbiao, while he was pouring tea.

It's just that the water is spilled...

Ah.

Qiao Zhenhai didn't know that it was Huang Wenbiao's self-directed and self-acted frame-up for the sake of superiority.

He also said that he wanted to see Huang Wenbiao's ability.

The man broke off his own fingers, the whole left hand.

If it wasn't for the fact that he reset himself according to the medical books later, he might be disabled now.

He knew that Qiu Hao held a grudge, but he didn't know that he had invited Huang Wenbiao to train him.

Huang Wenbiao is brave and foolhardy, and he is unscrupulous and unscrupulous in the road.

"What nonsense?" He couldn't understand Qiao Sicheng's words at all, but his eyes were filled with cruel killing intent, "I wanted to make you feel better, but now...you hurt one of my brothers, I want you to take it Pay the price!"

Several people around showed gloating.

Looking at Qiao Sicheng with a bad look.

"Dare to offend the third master, this kid thinks his life will be long!"

"That's right, with the third master's wrist, he has to come in vertically and go out lying down today."

Huang Wenbiao had already paved a safe road with discarded items, and rushed straight towards Qiao Sicheng, maybe he was afraid of killing Qiao Sicheng, so he didn't even have a weapon.

Qiao Sicheng just looked up at him, and hooked his lips meaningfully.

Then, I saw him throwing an object like a flashlight, which was light and weak.

Huang Wenbiao waved the things away with his hands indifferently.

He also intends to mock, "This kind of thing doesn't mean anything to me at all..."

This is great, before he finished speaking, his body was sizzling with electricity, and then he fell down in front of Qiao Sicheng.

The people behind:? ? ?

"What... what, the electric baton is not so strong..."

Qiao Sicheng looked down at the ball of "things" on the ground faintly. At this moment, he was unconscious from the pain, foaming at the mouth.

"It seems that the gadget I made is still effective."

He just adjusted the back of the flashlight to the voltage of a high-voltage electric baton. It couldn't kill anyone, but it caused ten-level pain, which made people stunned for a moment.

Then, in front of the remaining gangsters, Qiao Sicheng grabbed the steel pipe in his hand.

a bit……

twice...

three times...

He smashed Huang Wenbiao hard.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, but it ruthlessly made the desperadoes who were licking blood with their knives terrified.

"This... madman..."

For some time, Qiao Sicheng tilted his head slightly, his hair was stained with blood, and his eyes were black as far as the eye could see.

He looked sideways at those people, his messy hair outlined his side face, and his long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids.

The corner of the boy's lips curved slightly, "Come on, continue."

(End of this chapter)