Three smiles

Wang Sanxiao did a stupid thing with a pig's IQ, and then ran away at the speed of a wolf. He was not afraid of that dude from the Wei family, but that one more thing is worse than one thing less. After all, Beijing is his territory. Although it is not difficult to solve it, it is troublesome in the end.

Xiong Da ruthlessly held the steering wheel, and suddenly glanced in the rearview mirror. Wang Sanxiao keenly noticed that the corners of his mouth had become cold and hard, and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Xiong Er was wearing a steam eye mask to catch up on sleep, when he heard a sudden movement, he looked back and shouted, "Damn it, that car behind us is chasing us!"

Wang Sanxiao turned around and looked back, only to see a red Porsche following his car, and calmly said, "Get rid of him."

"No problem," Xiong Da stepped on the accelerator, and the car drew a strange phantom in the dark night.

At three o'clock in the morning, the street was blurred with lights and heavy traffic. Two luxury cars were chasing after each other. Xiong Da slammed the steering wheel. The car drifted, turned 90 degrees and rushed down the main road, then turned 65 degrees and got into a narrow alley.The Porsche behind him followed closely, and slammed into the wall all the way.

The deep narrow alley was dark and cramped. Xiong Da focused on the front, occasionally glanced at the Porsche that was chasing after him in the rearview mirror, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and when he rushed out of the narrow alley, he made a left turn, and then quickly Accelerating, rushing across the intersection at the last second of the red light, passing by a truck, the Porsche braked suddenly behind it, scraped sideways, and made a harsh friction sound in the silent dark night.

Xiong Er cheered: "Perfect!"

Wang San turned around with a smile, staring at the Porsche that was forced to stop, with a gloomy face, without saying a word.

Xiong Er laughed wildly: "Third Young Master, you don't have to worry. In fact, if the car is exhausted, there are only four thugs stuffed in it. With the skills of the two brothers, they don't pay attention."

Wang San smiled coolly and said: "I'm thinking if I beat up this tall bastard tonight, will Mr. Wei complain to my old man tomorrow."

"Hey..." Xiong Er was whimsical, "Then let's go back and beat him up?"

"Stop fucking talking," Xiong Da suddenly said coldly, "Look ahead."

The two looked up, and saw an army green pickup rushing straight up from diagonally opposite, Xiong Da clenched the steering wheel tightly, avoiding the inevitable, made a sharp turn, and was forced to stop on the side of the road.

There was silence in the car, and after a while, Xiong Er yelled violently: "Fuck, are you an idiot, boss? You were forced to stop the fuck? Fuck, fuck..."

"Shut up!" Xiong Da interrupted him coldly, glanced at the four people who jumped out of the pickup truck, took out a U-shaped lock, and sat on the seat to move his neck and wrists.

Xiong Er murmured: "Fuck, this is about to start? There are four of them..."

"Not an opponent."

Xiong Er looked at the four people who came over, and let out a laugh: "Which kiln did you find these four pussies? These little arms and legs can also fight?" His laughter changed suddenly, and he pointed at the car. Then he yelled, "Damn him! Brother! Brother, look, there is a fucking car behind!!!"

Wang Sanxiao turned around abruptly, and through the car window, he saw that Porsche rushing towards him in the dark night just now.

"Get out of the car, don't talk nonsense, just do it," Xiong Da said coldly, opened the car door neatly, and then kicked Xiong Er out of the car.

"I'll fuck you!!!" Xiong Er wailed, before the other party rushed over, he rushed to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and pulled out a wrench.

Then there was a one-sided abuse, the Xiong brothers were fierce, punching to the flesh, and their strokes saw blood, subduing each other to the ground in a flash.

Sitting in the car with a smile on his face, Wang San took out a Cuban cigar slowly, cut it carefully with a silver cigar cutter, and listened to the howling ghosts and wolves outside the car without even blinking his eyelids.

A moment later, Xiong Er waved his wrench, knocked down the person in front of him, turned around sharply, and kicked the last person to the ground fiercely.

Xiong Da held the blood-stained U-shaped lock, and his tall body swayed to the side of the Porsche. There was a smear of blood on his cheekbones, bloodthirsty rays of light burst out from his calm eyes, he raised his arms on the roof of the car, and leaned over to look at the car The man inside: "Third Young Master, how should we deal with this person?"

Wang Sanxiao got out of the car, Xiong Er lit a cigar for him, Wang Sanxiao took a deep breath, exhaled a faint smoke ring, and walked over from a distance: "Get it down, let me see who is so awesome, dare to stop me way."

The Porsche locked with a click, and Xiong Da sneered. He pried open the door in less than three seconds and dragged the people inside out without saying a word.

Wang San smiled and walked over, seeing his bruised nose and swollen face, he was amused: "Yo, G...what's the matter with Gao? Oh, I almost forgot, I heard that your Chinese name is Wei Guangyao, a good name, Guangzong Yaozu , I am very optimistic about you."

Wei Guangyao is a dude who grew up in a honey pot. He is more powerful than anyone else in fighting for wealth and playing ruthless. Now that he is holding his head with a U-shaped lock, he immediately turns into a capitalized SB, with his back leaning on the car body, two Legs trembled like noodles.

Wang Sanxiao kicked him over, and Wei Guangyao curled up on the ground whimpering, wailing and threatening: "Third...Third Young Master, don't...don't act nonsense...my father is Wei Huang from Hengyun Group... ...you...you moved me, my dad will not let you go!"

"Oh, I'm so scared," Wang San smiled exaggeratedly and shook his shoulders, biting his cigar and leaning over to look at him, his smiling eyes were full of mockery, half of contempt, and a little bit of cruelty, he said softly, "I really want to know how your father will not let me go, for example... Will he be angry if I take off one of your legs?"

Xiong Er flicked the wrench at the right time, and pulled out a survival knife from the handle, the sharp blade was glowing coldly under the street lamp.

Wei Guangyao was stunned: "No...you can't...I..."

"It's not good, it's too bloody." Wang San smiled and shook his head, pondered for a moment, raised his head, and said to Xiong Er, "How about this, don't take off the thigh, just take off his chirp and stuff it in his own mouth."

"No!!!!!!" Wei Guangyao collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, and a smell of stinky smell spread in the air. Wang Sanxiao looked down the ground suspiciously, and saw a puddle of water coming out from under the expensive pants. Liquid, still steaming in the cold night.

Xiong Er sneered: "Third Young Master, he wet his pants."

This guy seems to be very angry recently, and he pissed so embarrassingly and profusely that it disgusted Wang Sanxiao. He looked down at the young man condescendingly, and his tone was full of incomprehension: "You are really old Wei. The grandson of his grandson? How did you become so cowardly? Could it be that a weasel is a mouse, and one generation is not as good as the next... No, I have to confirm that Wei Laode is highly respected, and it would be terrible if you, a coward, pretended to be blood."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and pointed the camera at him.

Wei Guangyao was frightened for a moment: "You...what are you going to do?"

Wang Sanxiao tilted his head to look at him from the back of the phone, and smiled sweetly: "Take a picture." He changed the angle a few times, and suddenly frowned, "This is not good, his luxury car can't be seen in the mirror, come on, you wait for Wei Young Master, get in the car... But, who should I send it to?"

Wei Guangyao cried heartbreakingly: "No... Please forgive me... I was wrong... I was wrong..."

"I heard that the inside of the Wei family is not very peaceful," Wang San pondered with a smile, and looked at him with a smile, "Mr. Wei, does your seventh uncle usually love you?"

At four o'clock in the morning, Wei Cong woke up from his sleep and was about to turn over and go back to sleep when his cell phone rang suddenly. He turned on the desk lamp and touched the cell phone from the bedside table. Get out of bed.

——On the screen of the mobile phone, Wei Guangyao's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was slumped on the hood of his Porsche like a dead dog. His whole body was in a mess, as if he had just been fished out of a pickle vat.

Sitting in the fast-moving car, Wei Cong looked at the unsightly and indecent photos on his phone, and a smile trickled out of the corner of his eyes.

The assistant asked softly: "Boss Wei, this should be considered a vicious and violent incident, do you want to call the police?"

"Huh?" Wei Cong looked at him, and said calmly, "This is just a joke between Guangyao and his friends. Children are like dogs and cats. There is no need for adults to intervene."

"Yes," the assistant understood. The moment he saw his eyes, he was taken aback. His whole body was in a bad mood-this guy looked at the picture of his nephew being abused, and his eyes were full of tenderness? ? ?

Wei Cong rushed to the scene of the incident and found that Wei Guangyao's unlucky child had been let off from the car, and was squatting side by side with a group of bruised and swollen punks, hugging their heads, and beside them were two murderous men with murder weapons in their hands. Still stained with blood.

The moon is as cool as water, and Wang Sanxiao leans on the car, peeling a bag of pistachios leisurely, with a righteous look on his face: "You were born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, so you should be full of kindness and gratitude. Are you worthy of the country's upbringing if you don't study in school and even run out to fight and kill people?"

Wei Guangyao held his head and muttered with a look of misfortune: "I'm also very patriotic..."

"Hey, can you still talk back?" Wang San smiled and flicked a pistachio shell with his fingertips, "You squat down for me! Come on, since you love the country, let's sing the national anthem."

Wei Guangyao cleared his throat: "Get up..."

"Crack..." Wang San smiled and kicked him into the mud, "Do you still remember? Squat down for me! You can't even sing the national anthem, but you still dare to say patriotism, come on, change another one, and sing the Internationale .”

Wei Guangyao got up tremblingly and squatted down, put his head in his hands, and said with a mournful face, "Get up..."

"Pa..." Wang Sanxiao kicked again, "If you have the ability, get up and have a look... Hey, Mr. Wei," he seemed to have just seen Wei Cong, nodded his head with a pleasant smile, and said politely, "Late at night Lu Zhong, Mr. Wei came with a star, so it can be seen that he really has deep affection for this nephew."

Wei Guangyao turned around and saw his seventh uncle wearing a windbreaker striding forward from the dark night, tears and snot came down his face immediately: "Seventh uncle...he bullied me..."

Wei Cong glanced at him indifferently, then turned to Wang San with a smile: "Guangyao is spoiled by my third brother, he doesn't know the seriousness of what he does, did he hurt you?"

Wang San smiled and threw a pistachio into his mouth: "That's not true, we get along very happily."

"Really?" Wei Cong turned to look at Wei Guangyao.

Wei Guangyao moved his eyeballs, and immediately cried: "Seventh Uncle, you have to make the decision for me, this bastard beats me! He wants to cut me up! He's going to fucking stuff me in his mouth!! !"

Wei Cong's face turned cold.

"!!!" Wei Guangyao's cry faltered instantly, his eyes turned between the two of them, he immediately changed his position, and yelled firmly, "No, no, no...Third Young Master...Third Young Master is very good to me, we... We're happy, yes, happy!"

The gangsters squatting on the side of the road all showed incredible expressions.

Wei Guangyao whispered, "Seventh Uncle...you let him let me go...I want to go home..."

Wei Cong's expression softened, and he smiled softly at Wang San, "Lao Sanshao has been educating our children in the middle of the night, how about this, seeing that it's almost dawn, I'll treat you to breakfast and let Guangyao give you a good apology. "

"..." The expression on Wei Guangyao's face suddenly died.

The author has something to say: everyone, this article is not a good person. Readers, please adjust the lightning rod yourself. Wang Sanxiao is not afraid of being scolded!