Han Zong: Starting from the Undercover New World

"elder brother."

A trembling hand held a lighter, lit it, and put it in front of Lin Wei's mouth.

Lin Wei's cigarette butt was also trembling slightly, his left hand hooked the small narrow shoulder of the big head, and his right hand was clasped to block the wind, and he put the cigarette butt on the fire.

Cui Yonghao smiled reluctantly and aimed at the lighter, and then lit one for himself. His black messy hair was sticky to his head at this moment, and one eye was bruised and swollen with only a slit left. The long black sleeves became a beggar's clothes, and there were still several cuts on his body bleeding.

Lin Wei looked a little better, but there were also several small clear cuts on the leather jacket on his left hand, and the blood dried and stuck to the leather jacket, showing dark brown marks.

At this moment, there were originally a group of eight people, except for the lucky little gangster who was cut off in the arm and Lin Wei let him go first, the remaining seven either needed help or limped.

"Do you usually go to the hospital?"

"Go to the small clinic. There is a small clinic in the alley behind the game hall."

After answering Lin Wei's question, Datou panted heavily, and said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm a little impatient."

Lin Wei glanced at him, retracted his arm, stopped supporting him, stretched his left arm, and looked at his stomach. There was a hole on the right side of the leather jacket, which ran through the front and back, but luckily it only pierced through the leather jacket.

Fortunately, I had a quick reaction, and when I heard someone screaming behind me, I subconsciously jumped to one side to hide, otherwise the knife would have pierced his stomach.

This may also be due to the fact that he has strengthened to LV4 mixed martial arts - if he was at the level of an amateur master before, his first reaction might be to turn his head to look at it first. It is this LV4 mixed martial arts that almost gave him a nervous reflex. His evasive ability made him lucky to lose a hole.

Damn, don't talk about Wude.

Lin Wei was still rejoicing for his luck today, but Cui Yonghao next to him puffed up his cheeks and began to mutter with admiration: "Brother, you are so awesome.

Did you see it? Brother Lin only punches people once, bangs only once, bangs only once.

And that knee strike, Xiba, the boy on the opposite side was thrown up, hahahaha. "

Cui Yonghao pulled the wound while talking, covered his mouth and took a trembling breath of cigarettes.

"Don't smoke if you have a wound in your mouth, it hurts you to death." Lin Wei reached out and slapped the cigarette butt off for him, and Cui Yonghao just smiled silly.

The big head no longer had the slightly dissatisfied attitude before, nodded his head and said in a complicated tone: "It's really good, brother, why don't you go to professional boxing, I heard that thing can make a lot of money."

"Okay, okay, blow a fart, they are all half-dead. Is the injury serious?"

At this time, several people had already left the street, Lin Wei didn't dare to take a shortcut, so he asked them to throw away their baseball bats first, and make way for them to go back.

"It's okay, there was a time when it was worse than this before. Today is really cool, there are at least twenty people on the opposite side?"

"I feel like there are thirty."

"Including the massage shop, there are at least forty of them?"

"Fuck, are we so fierce?"

"Xiba, it's Gemeng Lin."

Lin Wei grinned, although these bastards exaggerated a bit too obviously, but as the party being exaggerated, he can still accept it at the moment.

A few people staggered along small and crooked paths for about twenty minutes before slipping to the site of the North Gate.

"Mom, I'll be back when I go out for a while, don't wait for me."

The dynamic ringtone of the mobile phone rang, attracting the attention of many people. Lin Wei took out his mobile phone and raised his brows with a smile: "How about it, the ringtone is not bad."

"Brother, the new Sanxing?" Cui Yonghao looked envious.

"Hey, you know what you're doing, it's just that the service fee for this broken mobile phone is really expensive, and the service of a broken ringtone will cost tens of thousands of dollars a month."

"What song is this? It's quite powerful."

"It seems to be called mother, a new song in March."

"Brother, you even know this? It's so fashionable."

Lin Wei smiled and said nothing, for him, this is nostalgia - it is rare to meet a song he heard before time travel in this parallel world, but it is really not easy.

The first time I heard this song in my previous life was Wilber Pan. It seemed to be called Gecko Walking. I later found out that this song was also a cover of Wilber Pan, and the Korean male singer group 1TYM was the original singer.

I was distracted for a while, and when I came back to my senses, the ringtone on the phone began to sing repeatedly.

"Hello? Who?"

"Hey! Brother!"

Ding Qing's familiar iconic voice sounded on the phone, and Lin Wei calmed down immediately: "Brother, what's the matter?"

"How are you doing?"

Ding Qing's voice could not hear anything.

"The brothers were all injured, but the group of Xiba bastards in front of us didn't want to come out to fight in half a month.

But brother, their support is faster than I thought, and"

Lin Wei clicked to stop.

Ding Qing laughed, obviously not surprised: "It's good that it's okay, you can talk about it when you come back, can you come back?"

"Yes, I took a detour to be safe, and I can walk back in about ten minutes." Lin Wei made an estimate.

"Well, you did a good job." After Ding Qing replied affirmatively, he hung up the phone.

Lin Wei put away his mobile phone, and the big head beside him suddenly asked: "Does this matter have anything to do with my own people?"

Lin Wei glanced at him: "I don't know, go back and ask Big Brother."

Cui Yonghao was thoughtful, shut his mouth tightly, and didn't talk about the news he heard from Huang Dayong before.

But the high spirits of the group of people just now disappeared because of this, the adrenaline subsided, but some people started to groan.

After returning to his own territory, Lin Wei asked others to go to the clinic to treat the wound first, while he himself went directly to the game hall.

Pushing the door open, he saw Ding Qing was washing his hands in a basin. Seeing someone open the door, he raised his head and grinned: "You're back, borther!"

His English pronunciation was very Korean, but Lin Wei could understand him, so he just smiled and said, "I'm back."

"Why don't you go to the clinic first." Ding Qing saw the gap on his leather jacket at a glance.

Lin Wei took off his leather jacket carelessly, his black half-sleeves were bulging out of his strong muscles, he raised his left arm to look, and then turned his body: "I think the wound is not serious."

"Zicheng, bring something and let him deal with it." Ding Qing shook his head, jokingly said, "Xiba, is it possible to get it here?"

"Ah?" Lin Wei looked up blankly, Ding Qing shook his head with a smile but didn't say much, just dried his hands, took two chairs to sit on, and threw the other to Lin Wei.

After Lin Wei sat down, Li Zicheng took something from the room and raised his chin at Lin Wei: "Take off your clothes."

Lin Wei took off the black half sleeve casually.

"Woohoo!" Ding Qing uttered a strange cry, stretched out his hand, and squeezed Lin Wei's body. Lin Wei had a weird face and folded his hands in front of him: "Brother, I can't do this kind of thing!"