How should the spirit master in the mental hospital save himself at the beginning?

"Oh? How is the purity of this product?"

Nie Laosi poked his head out from the side, his eyes burning!

As early as a year ago, he had already secretly helped Boss Zheng open an opening in the Han market.

At the price of having several brothers enter the bureau and go to the execution ground.

He has firmly established a big name in Han City!

"To show our sincerity this time, the goods are of the highest purity!"

Boss Zheng took out a small packet of white salt-like powder from a small sack, picked out a little with his fingernail and shook it on the back of his hand. He sniffed and the powder rushed into his nasal cavity.

"Hi, ha~"

Boss Zheng felt some discomfort in his nasal cavity at first, then his frown relaxed and he squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

"This, this is..."

Nie Beibei felt like her head was exploding. Haven't their family always had this kind of business? Why now? How could it happen?

Nie Fubo's brows were frowning tightly at this time, but it was not easy for him to argue with his fourth brother during the dinner.

"Fourth child, didn't you say you have a gift for Boss Zheng? Why don't you go and get it?"

With that said, Nie Fubo stood up and forced Nie Laosi to leave the table.

Boss Zheng didn't seem to notice it, just enjoying the pleasure brought by the wall paint.

The men behind him did not stop him, as if they didn't care at all what the two Nie brothers would do.

"Nie Laosi!"

After walking out of the door, Nie Fubo's voice broke instantly, and he gritted his teeth and stared at his fourth brother.

"what happened?"

Nie Laosi blew out a smoke ring and glanced at his second brother casually.

"Dad clearly said that our gang can't touch this thing, what the hell are you doing!?"

"Tch, what's this?"

Nie Laosi curled his lips in disdain and puffed out the cigarette butt on the ground.

"Times have changed, and the living space of our gang is getting smaller and smaller. This is the only way out!"

"No matter how times change, the bottom line of our Nie family cannot change! Today we got rid of the person named Zheng. I will pretend that this never happened, otherwise..."

"What else? You won't go to that old immortal to sue me, will you? Hahahahaha, Nie Laoer, I'll give you the face to do it with me, so just follow along and don't stay here all day to make yourself uncomfortable. Teach me how to do things? Believe it or not, I will fall out in no time?"

"you!"

Nie Fubo wanted to say something else, but Nie Laosi had put on a smile again. He pulled Nie Fubo with his hands like iron pliers, pushed open the door and walked in with a smile.

"Where's the gift Brother Nie said he wanted to give me? Why didn't I see it?"

"Oh, my brother is actually not very smart. He prepared a gift for Boss Zheng, but he forgot it when he came. He just wanted to ask me if I had any good things to bring out first? Can we make money together? Isn’t that enough? It’s so embarrassing to give gifts!”

"Hahaha, Nie Lao Er is really seeing things! Fourth Lao Li is still open, come on, come on, try this wall ash to see how it tastes!"

"Okay, let me try it!"

A crowd of demons danced wildly during the banquet, and some interested people tasted the wall dust at the instigation of the bosses of both parties. Nie Beibei was caught in the middle of this group, scared and helpless.

Her mother did not expect such a result today. She hurriedly put down her chopsticks, pulled Nie Beibei and left.

"Hey? Where is my sister going?"

Mr. Zheng put down his wine glass with a smile and stared at Zhang Qian and Nie Beibei.

Seeing the person at the head of the table stopping their chopsticks, all the people from the Nie family gang also stopped their chopsticks and began to persuade them:

"Sister-in-law, please eat more, Beibei is not full yet!"

"Yes, yes, walking so fast is too disappointing, isn't it?"

"Brother Nie, please advise my sister-in-law..."

"We are feeling a little unwell. Let's go out to get some fresh air. Boss Zheng, you guys eat first!"

Zhang Qian raised her glass and drank the remaining red wine in one gulp to express her apology.

"Is there anyone who feels unwell? Are you looking down on my surname Zheng?"

Boss Zheng put his chopsticks on the table casually, but he didn't put them down properly and one of the chopsticks fell off the table.

He still had a smile on his face, but the smile was like a mask that could be taken off in an instant, revealing the hideous and ugly face underneath.

The atmosphere at the table began to become tense. The mother and daughter were the only women at the table. If they all left, who would they brag to?

"this......"

Nie Fubo's wife and daughter were embarrassed standing on the field, so naturally he had to stand up too.

"Boss Zheng, my daughter is really not in good health. Yesterday I heard that Boss Zheng was coming over, and she was so happy that she stayed up all night. Maybe her stomach got cold at night."

"Is your stomach cold?"

Mr. Zheng laughed and picked up the chopsticks that fell on the ground, ignoring the new chopsticks handed over by Mr. Nie.

Rinse the chopsticks with wine, then pick up a piece of vegetables with it and eat it with relish. While chewing, he kept nodding his head, as if his talking mouth was saying that this thing is delicious.

A group of people watched him eat vegetables alone. He ate slowly and everyone was waiting for his attitude.

"You have to drink when your stomach is cold. If you drink until your stomach is hot, won't you be fine?"

Mr. Zheng laughed, filled his glass with wine, and then stood up.

A large group of people stood up.

He walked around Nie Laoer who was standing up, walked slowly to Zhang Qian and Nie Beibei, and handed a full glass of white wine to Nie Beibei.

"Come Beibei, after drinking this glass of wine, your stomach will definitely stop hurting!"

"..."

Nie Beibei bit her lip and looked at the wine glass handed over by those dirty hands.

There are still oil stains on the rim of the wine glass from the food Mr. Zheng ate, as well as scattered chili peppers and red chili oil.

"Boss Zheng, you have to work for our Nie family. With this attitude, I can't guarantee whether your goods will be sold well."

Nie Fubo looked at his fourth brother with casual eyes, and then at the arrogant and domineering Boss Zheng, his eyes gradually became gloomy.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Boss Zheng just poured Beibei a glass of wine. What do you want to do?"

Nie Laosi saw his second brother stood up angrily and wanted to start, so he quickly stepped forward to stop him.

Then he gave Nie Fubo a crazy wink, asking him to endure it for a while, and there would be more opportunities to make a fortune in the future!

but--

"Get out of here, you fucking egg-shrinking thing!"

Nie Fubo exploded without warning and kicked Nie Laosi directly in the lower abdomen.

"Bang, bang bang bang!"

Nie Laosi was kicked away, bringing down the tables and chairs.

"Ugh~"

Nie Laosi vomited out everything he had eaten for dinner.

Nie Fubo ignored Nie Laosi who fell on the ground and walked towards Boss Zheng step by step.

"Hey, the second son of the Nie family, you don't have enough courage at this level."

Boss Zheng turned around and faced the menacing Nie Fubo.

"Why, you don't want to give me face so much?"

He placed the wine glass gently on the table, then slowly put his hand into his arms. When he took it out again, he already had a gun in his hand!

The barrel of the gun was not aimed at Nie Fubo, but circled around and hit Nie Beibei's face.

"Don't mess around!"

Nie Fubo immediately stopped. He knew that as long as he took one step forward, what would be left to him would be a lifeless daughter.

"I just wanted to cure your daughter's cold stomach, but why did she end up having to use a knife or a gun? You guys are really too impetuous, aren't you?"

Boss Zheng smiled half-heartedly, and the barrel of his pistol moved between Nie Beibei and Zhang Qian, as if he was thinking about which one to kill first.

"How about I help your father cure your bad temper?"

Nie Fubo gritted his teeth and said nothing. Just after Boss Zheng took out his gun, all the people brought by Boss Zheng raised their guns!

With so many guns, he didn't believe that a person with such conditions would not be able to gain a foothold in Han City and would still need to rely on the Nie family.

"Kneel down, crawl over here, and lick my shoes clean first!"

Boss Zheng grinned.

Nie Beibei has never felt so helpless.

The barrel of the gun was pressed against her head. She wanted to use her powers to snatch the gun away, but she didn't dare because it would take time to use her powers.

But firing a gun requires only the movement of a finger.

"you!"

Nie Fubo's temples had veins bulging, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Ok?"

Boss Zheng frowned, and the gun barrel pressed against Nie Beibei's forehead with some force, tilting Nie Beibei's forehead, and a red mark appeared on her forehead.

"I'll drink this wine, and I'll drink it now!"

Nie Beibei held back tears, her eyes as wide as bells.

"Let's do it, one code equals the other, you have to drink this wine, and your dad has to lick these shoes! I'm doing it for your dad's good too. If he has such a bad temper, if he provokes any bad people in the future, you will be the ones who suffer. Mother and daughter!”

Boss Zheng reasoned with Nie Beibei earnestly, as if everything was for the good of their family of three.

Nie Laosi had stood up at some point, staring at his second brother's back with a trace of resentment in his eyes. He stood behind his second brother and his family watching the show.

When his men wanted to help, he waved them back.

"Hurry up, you never know when my gun will go off!"

Zheng Laosi hit Nie Beibei's forehead with the barrel of his gun. The white and tender skin was instantly bruised and blood flowed down.

"and many more!"

Nie Fubo roared, looking at his daughter with distressed eyes.

"I kneel, I kneel!"

"It's not just kneeling, there's also shoe licking. You can't skip this process. If you skip this process, there will be no soul!"

Nie Fubo tremblingly supported the table. With this kneeling, all the dignity of a father in front of his daughter will disappear.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. The sound was so loud that it made the dishes on the table tremble.

"The police are checking the ward. Open the door quickly. The men wearing dirty clothes are on the left and the women are on the right. Those who like to show off should stand in the middle!"

"boom!"

Without waiting for the reaction of the people in the room, the solid security door was kicked away.

The security door crashed directly onto the dining table, and a whole table of valuable food and drinks crashed to the ground.

Everyone was shocked and quickly looked towards the door.

Under the flying dust, the figure of a young man who was slightly thinner than the strong man in the room flickered in the light.

"who!?"

Those with guns in the room raised their guns, and those without guns picked up table knives or daggers from their waists. They couldn't find anything, so they carried heavy chairs. The hard chairs crushed their hands and hurt them, which also caused pain to others. sense of security.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough... Don't you know how to clean the house? Cough cough cough..."

The lights outside the door had been extinguished at some point. There were obviously so many subordinates outside the lobby, but no one warned them?

Nie Laosi looked out with confusion. In the darkness, there seemed to be countless figures swallowed by the darkness, but he couldn't see any of them.

He was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He ducked and hid behind his men.

Among the group of panicked people, only one person's eyes were shining.

That's Nie Beibei.

Wang Heng seemed to fall from the sky, violently disintegrating the irresistible situation he faced in an instant.

Although the figure in the dark could not be seen clearly.

But the voice was clearly Wang Heng's.

"Wang, Wang Heng..."

Nie Beibei's choking sounds were faint in the darkness, and no one heard what she said clearly. Zhang Qian took advantage of the chaos, picked up Nie Beibei and fled to Nie Fubo. Nie Fubo only glanced at the figure at the door.

Then he focused on his daughter whose forehead was bleeding.

He took out a tissue and wiped it, but Nie Beibei frowned in pain and refused to turn her head away from him. Instead, she stubbornly stared at the young man's figure at the door.

"I'm a policeman. Anyone who knows how to do it kneels down on my knees and raises his hands in the air! Otherwise, if the gun goes off and hurts someone, I won't be responsible!"

Wang Heng finished coughing and walked inside.

As he said.

He held a gun in his hand and pointed it at the big bully in charge - Boss Zheng!

"Put the gun down!"

Boss Zheng shouted loudly and was about to snatch the gun from Wang Heng's hand!

"Are you fucking stupid from eating powder?"

"boom!"

Gunshots.

Bullets set off sparks on the floor.

Boss Zheng finally understood that what Wang Heng was holding was not a toy gun, and the ID he was holding in his left hand should also be real.

"Don't move, don't shoot!"

Boss Zheng ignored Wang Heng and turned directly to face his men who were still holding guns and roared loudly.

Although he has nearly ten guns here, the gun in Wang Heng's hand is pointed at himself!

If a gun goes off, the boss will die!

A group of people with guns were held hostage by Wang Heng alone.

"Put down your gun, there are more of us!"

"If you dare, shoot and see who dies first, your boss or me!"

Wang Heng's eyes were filled with madness.

His brows were beating, and his heart seemed to be beating with blood.

Not scared, but excited.

I was so excited that the whites of my eyes began to be filled with bloodshot eyes, and I was so excited that the corners of my mouth couldn't help but grin.

Is this the fucking police?

It's not much better than the appearance of a desperado!

He couldn't have been unprepared when he rushed here. At this time, his skin color had already turned black and blue due to lignification.

There was dim light in front of him and abyss of darkness behind him.

If you look carefully at Wang Heng's neck, you can still find blood stains that are not dry. If it's not his blood, it's the blood of the brothers outside the hotel.

"Clap, clap."

Wang Heng slowly put the ID in his pocket back with his left hand, and walked closer with a gun in his right hand.

"As I said just now, you can squat on the ground with your hands on your head, or you can stand in line freely with your clothes off."

The faint voice seemed not to come from the mouth, but from the abyss.

"This brother, this brother!"

Boss Zheng's wrists were trembling. He made a false push with one hand, and pointed the gun at Wang Heng with the other hand. But Wang Heng just glanced at the gun pointed at him and continued to approach with a grin.

"I know, I know you are definitely not from the police, right? With your temperament, you must be a Jianghu hero! Yes! You are a Jianghu hero!"

Boss Zheng's voice was trembling and his body was shaking. It was impossible for such a madman to work in the police station. The police psychiatrist would not allow a madman to be qualified to hold a gun.

"Ah, that sounds nice, keep talking."

Wang Heng actually stopped in front of Mr. Zheng, interested to see what he had to say.

"I have a lot of goods here!"

Boss Zheng opened his hands in an exaggerated manner, indicating that his supply was sufficient.

"It's worth tens of millions! Give it all to you, give it all to you! You, you are a chivalrous person in the world of justice, justice, and wealth. There are always times when you are short of money. These goods rights should be treated as a small reward for your hard work. Please put it down. Gun, put the gun down!”

Boss Zheng first waved to the people behind him and asked them to put down their guns to express their sincerity. Then he slowly placed his own gun on the table. Finally, he held Wang Heng's gun-holding hand in both hands and lowered it tremblingly.

"Yes, yes, put down the gun, let's sit down, sit down and talk -"

The last word "speak" was still in his mouth before the cold light of the dagger flashed through Wang Heng's eyes, and the sharp blade with a coolness pierced into Wang Heng's body!