What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

On the way back, Zhang Xiaoan had the joy of a winner on his face.

A 1vN victory in the away game, the opponent was badly injured, but he was unscathed.

In fact, the fact that the Zhan family and his son were beaten today was thanks to Yang Xinyi. If she hadn't kept shouting for revenge instead of calling Yang Chuan first, then today's battle might not have been possible.

All I can say is that the Zhan family and his son should be beaten today!

On the way back, there were three of them in one car.

Fang Moxuan held the phone to her ear. After chatting for a few words with Lao Ou, she hung up the phone and said to Zhang Xiaoan, "Uncle Ou has booked a hotel in the city and wants to treat us to dinner."

"Go ahead, it's free if you don't eat." What Zhang Xiaoan was thinking was that Lao Ou was Fang Moxuan's elder after all, so he had to eat the meal today, otherwise it would seem that he was ignorant.

"Look at your potential!"

Yang Xinyi, the co-pilot, said: "Then let Uncle Ou treat you today. Starting from tomorrow, I will treat you to a feast for three consecutive days! When you get to my territory, I must treat you well!"

Yang Xinyi felt a little embarrassed because she didn't control the situation just now, but since everyone was so familiar with her, she couldn't act too pretentious. It was a good way to make up for it by eating, drinking and having fun.

"No, I will spend a day in Chunyang tomorrow, and I have to leave the day after tomorrow. I have other things to do and need to meet some friends." Zhang Xiaoan rejected Yang Xinyi's kindness.

This time he went on a trip to take Fang Moxuan to relax. The main thing was to do some business and not to be delayed for too long on the road.

"Okay, then when you set off, I will go with you." Yang Xinyi turned to look at Fang Moxuan, and added with a smile: "If you find it convenient."

"Convenient, of course it's convenient! It just happens to be a bit more lively with more people."

"Hehe... Then it's settled!"

……

The gathering between Zhang Xiaoan and Lao Ou was a family dinner, so let’s not talk about the process for now.

Later in the night at one o'clock in the morning.

Inside the Fuhua Hotel.

Zhan Zhihua was sitting on the sofa, holding a cigarette in his hand.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man in his fifties, who was dressed simply and looked very honest.

The middle-aged man was called Han Chunsheng. Because he was born with a disability in his right leg, he was nicknamed Han Laizi.

This person is an old gunman from the surrounding towns. As long as the money is in place, he will do anything. He is also very quick and ruthless in his work. He was very famous in the circle in the early years. He even spent two years in a hard labor camp because of serious injuries.

He is the kind of person who doesn't say many cruel words and is willing to risk his life.

Zhan Zhihua rubbed his temples and said: "Fifty thousand, take off his legs. I will find a relationship for you afterwards so that you will not be punished in there and try to get out after three to five years."

"Okay." Han Zizi nodded with a smile, his expression neither surprised nor happy.

Han Laizi has no wife or children, but he has a nephew who he regards as his own. Five hundred thousand is enough to give his nephew a down payment on a house in the city.

Nowadays, paying for murder is almost non-existent. It was not easy to find this job, and Han Zizi cherished this opportunity.

After all, with his legs and feet, he might not be able to earn these five hundred thousand in his lifetime.

"Remember, I only want that kid's legs. As for the woman next to him, you can't move it no matter what. Otherwise, not only will I die, but your family won't be able to escape either. Do you understand?"

Cripple Han nodded: "Understood."

"Bring this guy in!" Zhan Zhihua shouted.

A boy walked in from outside the door, came to them, threw the bag in his hand on the ground, opened the zipper to reveal various weapons.

There were weapons such as machetes, daggers, and batons.

"Just pick whatever comes handy and throw it away after use." Zhan Zhihua pointed at the pocket and said.

"No need." Han Laizi opened his arms and took out a rusty hammer. He bared his teeth and said with a smile, "I'm used to using this."

……

After half an hour.

In an area of ​​wealthy people's villas near the city.

Yang Xinyi's family lived in this community. After they finished drinking, they went directly back to sleep.

At this time, there was a Jinbei car parked on the side of the road opposite the entrance of the villa, with three strong men sitting in it.

The strong man sitting in the passenger seat yawned and said, "I haven't done this kind of work in many years. It's so damn torturous!"

"Don't talk about you, brother, I haven't squatted like this for more than ten years. Don't tell me, I still feel like reminiscing about my youth."

"Then you can go out and take jobs from now on. I will take half of the appearance fee and leave the rest for your own pocket money."

"Isn't half smoking a bit too dark?"

The strong man in the back row raised his hand and slapped him, and asked: "Is it bad? Don't I need money to train you? You go out and earn some money to restore my health, shouldn't you?"

"It should be..." After the strong man in the co-pilot finished speaking, he turned his head and saw a limping figure appearing under the street light on the opposite side: "Brother, someone is coming."

The other two strong men looked outside and saw the lame figure walking back and forth around the wall outside the villa, and finally found a shadowed corner and squatted on the ground.

"What is he doing?"

"Stay here, the people living in this villa area are not ordinary people. Even if you give him a cannon, he won't dare to go in."

"Are you sure it's him? If it's him, let's do it!"

"Look at how lame he is. He looks like he has been doing dirty work all year round. Let's do it!"

……

Dark place.

Han Zizi squatted on the ground, patiently waiting for Zhang Xiaoan and others to come out of the villa area.

He could break into the villa area and take advantage of Zhang Xiaoan's sleep, but he didn't dare to do so.

Because the people living in the villa are not ordinary little characters, but Zhang Xiaoan lives in Yang Chuan's home. If he dares to run into Yang Chuan's house to commit murder, Yang Chuan can sink his whole family into the river, and his ancestral graves will be destroyed. Dig it for him!

Cripple Han didn't know how long he would have to squat here. He might have to wait ten hours to get Zhang Xiaoan out.

But it doesn't matter, he works very calmly and has a lot of patience.

After Zhang Xiaoan comes out, just go up and give him two hammers, then call the police and surrender, and wait for Zhan Zhihua to arrange the rest.

Han Zizi took out the cigarette case from his pocket and was about to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth when he suddenly heard the sound of a car door opening from across the road.

When he looked up, he saw three strong men running towards him.

Lame Han was experienced and immediately noticed something was wrong. He quickly threw away the cigarette case and ran in the opposite direction dragging his lame leg.

"Look at the way he runs, he looks like a bastard. He doesn't need to run any more."

"Have you ever heard the story of the tortoise and the hare? Stop pretending and chase!"

The three of them raised their legs to chase Han Laizi, and sprinted to close the distance of more than ten meters with him.

Cripple Han knew that he would definitely not be able to outrun the three tall and strong men. He slowed down, took out the hammer from his arms with his trembling right hand, and turned around to throw it at the three strong men.

The strong man running at the front was unable to dodge and was hit hard in the stomach.

"vomit!"

The strong man bent over and knelt on the ground, opened his mouth and vomited. A tearing pain in his abdomen swept through his body, and he broke out in cold sweat from the pain.

"Wha... what kind of thing hurts so much when it hits someone?" The strong man touched it twice and picked up the hammer from the ground: "Holy shit! The weapon is so unique, is it a professional killing?"