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He walked without looking back, and the big characters on the back were spoofed with a bit of seriousness, in short, they were eye-catching and arrogant.

Brother Hong is a little confused anyway, he has never seen this kind of friend, he didn't want to care about you, he just acted like a blind man, he stopped and left without saying anything, he didn't know who to put face on, he thought he was How old are you?

But for the sake of the tracksuit that Quan Wei was wearing, he didn't bother with this kid.

The boss of Zero One is his elder brother, who is friends with the bald Director Peng of the Aifang Office. The two are said to be fishing friends. They were held by a bottle of mosquito repellent water in the grass in a puddle in the suburbs. It's rubbish one by one, but it's good.

They came here today mainly because of the boss's order. There was a jumble of fish and dragons in the bar, and some were so drunk that even their mothers couldn't recognize them. It would not be easy to end up molesting these honest people in the establishment.Moreover, popularizing safety knowledge is also spreading positive energy, and people like them can also accumulate virtue.

Some people may think that their meritorious deeds are a joke, but many people, including Brother Hong, are afraid in the dead of night, fearing that they will suffer retribution one day if they do too many bad things.But people will feel guilty, which proves that what they are doing must go against their conscience.

He only regards debt collection as a kind of work, and Brother Hong directs his younger brother to find a place to start without changing his face. Behind his relaxed expression, there is a kind of cold-bloodedness and cruelty that he is accustomed to.

Yang Zhen was pinned to the ground by three people and couldn't move. He was looking for a suitable landing point on his arm and the blade touched his skin, which made him feel the severe cold in early summer.

He didn't want Quan Wei to get hurt because of his help, but when he saw that person leaving awe-inspiringly, he felt a fear of being abandoned in an instant. People are contradictory individuals, and their thoughts are ever-changing and non-stop in a lifetime.

Brother Hong squatted in front of Yang Zhen, and finally tried his best to say: "Xiao Yang, think about it again, do you want to call your mother again?"

Yang Zhen was really tired, staring at the dead body lying on the ground in the direction of the wooden wattle that Quan Wei had stood on before.

Brother Hong saw that he didn't get in, so he could only give him a little bit of strength. Of course, he wouldn't really cut off Yang Zhen's hand. If he is indifferent, he must be frightened and suffer enough flesh and blood.

Brother Hong winked at his subordinates, and the stone squatting next to him quickly pressed Yang Zhen's arm to death. His face seemed to be a little childish, but he did this kind of thing with ease, like an old man who was used to seeing blood everywhere. bastard.

I saw Shi Shi holding up the long watermelon knife with one hand and sinking it twice quickly in his hand. This was trying to restrain his strength. Then Shi Shi's biceps suddenly exploded, and he raised the knife and fell in the air, leaving There was a misty knife shadow.

Yang Zhen's skin tensed instantly, and a large piece of extremely uncomfortable goosebumps appeared on the entire right forearm. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to cry too miserably.

At the same time, a pair of cheating men came out of the back door hugging and kissing like Siamese twins, and the touching and close movements seemed impatient. There were three steps in the small garden under the back door, and they stood at a relatively high place. A bad orientation happened to witness this violent scene.

"what……!!!"

Quan Wei left the small garden and went to the chaos stall 50 meters away to order a bowl of wontons.

Because of the cover of bushes and willows, the scene behind the small garden cannot be seen here.

The old lady who set up the stall had half of her hair gray, and she was busy with her hands and feet. She used her fingers to catch the seaweed to catch the shrimp skins, and she drank plum soup in miniature on the ponytail. Her legs were crossed and balled under her thighs because there was no place to support them.

He walked crisply, but his thoughts were not as sharp as his legs and feet, and he was so annoyed that the drink didn't taste good.

The usury loan that I borrowed, I have to pay it back after I die, this is Quan Wei's personal experience.

Don't call the police, the lenders don't have the power and backing to do it, and the police are also helpless in economic disputes.Any loan that is 4 times higher than the bank interest rate is not protected by law. If the law can solve the problem, the usury industry will be unsustainable at all.It is not realistic to run away, and the person involved has lost his family and friends for him.

Then don't talk about how usury harms people when it comes to this, because the murder weapon is given out by oneself.So no one needs to count on it. Those who are cowardly can only die, and those who are not afraid of death will give up their whole body and start again after paying it back.

If today's incident happened before the burglary, Quan Wei thought that Yang Zhen would be kicked out on the spot. His house is new, and the rent is strictly speaking not cheap. If Yang Zhen has money to rent his loft, he has no money to take it. To pay off debts?

He was afraid that he just didn't want to pay it back.

There is no distinction between men and women, if there is no role, it should be despised by others. Quan Wei's little goodwill because of Yang Zhen's politeness was disturbed by this wave of disputes, and it disappeared immediately.

The old lady moves slowly, but the real material is the most important thing. The wontons are really delicious. Quan Wei didn’t want to go back to work, so he was doing foreign work at the stall. The evening wind was blowing comfortably, and he was going to wait until the wontons cooled to the right temperature before eating. , Who would have thought that as soon as he picked up the spoon to stir the cool air, hysterical shouts pierced the silence.

Quan Wei frowned so much that he could kill mosquitoes instantly, he was not familiar with Yang Zhen, and he didn't know the tone of Yang Zhen's yelling, but when he heard the voice came from the small garden, two big words popped out of his mind forcefully.

Trouble!

When Quan Wei went back, it was already dark, and there was no one in the small garden and the fence. He glanced at the opposite side as if possessed by a demon, and saw a dark mark on the ground where Yang Zhen lay down before.

Maybe it's blood, maybe it's urine, who knows?

He entered the back door of the bar with the plum juice that Sun Shaoning had given him, and was immediately overwhelmed by the loud noise.

Sun Shaoning has already stepped down, and after his sensationalism, the bar has adopted a literary style of recalling bitterness and sweetness tonight. Many guests came to the stage to share their unforgettable love, tears streaming down their faces from the depths of love.

After the condoms and leaflets had been distributed, Lao Peng and the volunteers mingled with the guests and applauded. If they want to win the hearts of these people, they must first learn to listen.

Sun Shaoning hid on the lazy sofa behind a pillar and played with his mobile phone. The glowing white light cast on his face, making him look disheartened. Quan Wei grabbed his head and looked at the screen. As expected, he saw Xiao party photo.

It was a snapshot taken on the Northwest National Highway. Under the sensible blue sky and white clouds, the young man leaping high in the camera was a dark-skinned boy. His smile was too bright to be considered good-looking, but enthusiasm and happiness rushed to his face.

Xiao Fang is Sun Shaoning's former dog leg, his full name is Fang Siyuan, and he is dumb. Before he met Sun Shaoning, he was the ear picker in the free gift session in the clubhouse.

Quan Wei seldom commented on other people's private life, but when it came to Xiao Fang, he had to send Sun Shaoning a scumbag in his heart.

But Quan Wei never really scolded Sun Shaoning, he never said anything about what he couldn't do or didn't do, what qualifications do you have?He also has someone he doesn't want to cherish until he loses it, his old man Luo Ruisheng.

Quan Wei didn't bother Sun Shaoning's memory kill, he went to a corner by himself, played a small game, and then swiped the app.

Half an hour later, Lao Peng called everyone to retreat. Quan Wei was the one who responded most positively. He got off the sportswear as soon as he flipped his arms over. Still exaggerated.

Sun Shaoning was in a bad mood, he said he wanted to walk by himself, Quan Wei hesitated for a moment, didn't say anything, stepped on the clutch and drove away, Sun Shaoning was an adult, even his mother shouldn't interfere with his freedom.

Nine o'clock was the peak of the crowd in the night market, and the road when we came was already blocked, Quan Wei obeyed the navigation resolutely, and turned onto the side road facing the stinky pool.

There are a lot of pedestrians and vendors at the intersection. He drove his car through the traffic, and couldn’t resist closing the car window because of the smell of the pool. His eyes followed the movement of the car window to see that there was sufficient lighting on the shore, and the water surface was sparkling. Well, there were no pedestrians on the path where he ate Chaos before, and the grass and trees were luxuriant, so it was not a good place to walk at night.

However, it was precisely because there were so few people that Quan Wei saw Yang Zhen again. The uncle's eyes were 5.1 on both sides, so it was not difficult to recognize Yang Zhen under the streetlight.

That person is like a lingering friend, walking slowly under the orange-toned light, his pace is as slow as dying, he is actually easy to recognize, because he always wears very casual clothes.

At first, Quan Wei thought that his leg had been broken, but he didn't notice that there was a figure a few meters ahead of Yang Zhen. It wasn't until Yang Zhen approached the intersection that Quan Wei realized that he was waiting to push the cart for the old man in front.

The path next to the pond leads to a side road with a ramp. The old man is the old lady who sells wontons. She is hunched over and pulling the cart in front. When she walks to the ramp, her body is lowered down, like a woman on the Nile River. boat tracker.

When Quan Wei was eating wontons, he still felt that Yang Zhen was a piece of trash, but this scene imprinted in his eyes, and his heart began to be capricious again.

There are countless people in this world who are forced by life, and those who are self-reliant deserve to be respected, and those who can respect laborers without distinction, their character is not much worse.

It's hard for Quan Wei to explain how he feels at this moment. He is a college student who was confessed by Luo Ruisheng three times, so he has a fatal cuteness. Whoever respects the old will look at him with green eyes. Of course, those who do not respect the old will not be counted. consider.

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After the male couple discovered the scene of personal injury, their high-pitched screams soon attracted the police, who were called by Yang Zhen himself.

When he left the pavilion and ran back to the door of the bar, because he didn't know that he owed a gambling debt, and the amount seriously exceeded his repayment level, he naively thought that 1 could be paid off in one go.

In addition to settling debts, his main purpose also included Huang Jin's valuables. Yang Zhen was afraid that the usury would break the contract if he got the money, so he kept an eye out and stuffed the money and mobile phone into a passing fire hydrant, ready to see Huang Jin only agreed to hand over the money when he got his stuff.At the same time, he was also worried about the number of people on the other side, so he called 110 before he hid his mobile phone, and lied to report that there was a crowd fighting in Zero One Bar.

At that time, he thought that regardless of whether the police came early or late, it was always an accidental guarantee, and then the facts proved that his consideration was extremely wise. After Quan Wei turned around and left, the police came to the bar. On the premise that no signs of a fight were found, Because Xinxin watched Lao Peng's intervention for a while, and then they were about to go to patrol elsewhere, the screams rang out.

The police came out from the back door, Brother Hong was startled but not chaotic, and gave an order, and everyone rushed to kick Yang Zhen several times in retaliation, and scattered like birds and beasts. They were strong thugs themselves, and they were very familiar with this area. Southeast There were fleeing figures in the northwest. The two policemen chased for hundreds of meters and were left behind. When they came back to look for the victim, there was only a pool of blood left on the ground.

Yang Zhen's hand was not broken, but a finger-long wound was cut by the knife, and the blood flowed a little violently at first.He owed debts because of gambling, which was illegal in itself, and calling the police was a way to lose both sides. He was a responsible person, and he couldn't accept this kind of injustice that didn't belong to him to be a prisoner, so he slipped away.

He took off his shirt to wrap his arms, and went back with his singlet on to get the money and cell phone. He didn't go to the pharmacy because he was worried that he would meet someone from Brother Hong. He hid in the bushes for more than an hour before returning to the road. There was a blood-stained shirt floating by the small pier in the pond, and after washing it until the red color was not so scary, I put it back on.

He is not as fashionable as Quan Wei, don't do anything wrong, he is ashamed to be shirtless in public.

After knowing that the former owner owed gambling debts, Yang Zhen felt the pain in his arm, and gradually made a choice in his heart. He is not the former Yang Zhen, he will not gamble, if there is a way to go, he will not be sober Drill down a dead end.

He returned to the small road again, his mind was full of countermeasures, the old man in front was struggling to pull the cart, and there was a faint backward posture when he went up the ramp. An unintentional act, in the eyes of someone with a heart, becomes what he understands.

Yang Zhen walked onto the bustling commercial street. He didn't intend to go back along the original road, so he looked for the road sign of the side road, and turned on the navigation while walking. The voice was prompting him to go straight for 1 km and turn right...a black Sagitar stopped like running water to his side.

Yang Zhen suddenly lowered his head when he noticed something, and saw Quan Wei sullenly, and said with the posture of an adjutant: "Get in the car."