unscrupulous couple

Zhang Bo was originally enjoying the P treatment in the VIP. He was alone in a cell, lying on a soft-covered bench with his eyes closed.

But in the cell next to it, a dozen high school students who fought with the gangsters were imprisoned, and the cell opposite was the group of gangsters.Two groups of people scolded each other through the bars of the prison.

"Fuck you!" High school students in school uniforms, everyone with paint on their faces.

"Fuck you, uncle!" The dozen or so gangsters on the opposite side were all young, in their teens and less than twenty years old, and they didn't try to please them.

"I'll fuck you second master!"

"I fuck your grandma!"

"I'll fuck your grandma's legs!"

"..." Zhang Bo couldn't bear it anymore and sat up, "Shut up the fuck!"

He was used to yelling at the team members all the year round, and the whole basement was instantly quiet when he uttered his voice: "What's the use of grandma's legs? Huh? They're all fucking idle!"

He stood up, with his suit draped over his shoulders, walked to the edge of the iron fence, and shouted, "Old Zheng!"

Zheng Hongsheng came over and knocked on the door of Zhang Bo's cell with a baton: "What are you shouting about!"

The gangsters and high school students didn't dare to make any more noise when they saw the police. Zhang Bo smiled obsequiously and said, "Old Zheng, give me another root~"

Zheng Hongsheng almost lost a whole bag tonight, so he simply threw the rest to him. Zhang Bo checked that there were three more, took out one, and Zheng Hongsheng ordered it for him.

Zheng Hongsheng glanced at the high school students and the punks, and pointed at them: "You guys, wait for your family to pick you up and you can leave later, don't make any noise."

The high school students yelled: "This matter can't be left alone! Uncle policemen, they are the ones who started it first!"

The punks were not to be outdone: "Kill you to death!"

Zheng Hongsheng raised his forehead, it was because this group of high school students were having a birthday dinner for their classmates in the restaurant and chatting loudly, and the punks were drinking and cursing beside them, and their voices were not low. Both sides are wrong.

What a big deal, it's all skin trauma, not even a minor injury...

Zheng Hongsheng: "Don't make trouble for me, what time is it? Ah? I don't want to go home and say, we don't care about food here. Everyone at such a good age doesn't learn well! If you don't learn well, you will be like him in the future !” He pointed at Zhang Bo with his baton.

"..." Zhang Bo was smoking a cigarette and watching a movie, when he was suddenly named, he was taken aback, "Hey! It's not Lao Zheng, why am I a bad role model?"

Zheng Hongsheng picked up the lighter and lit it. Although Zhang Bo had smoke, he couldn't drill wood to make fire.

Zheng Hongsheng pointed to the high school students and punks and said to Zhang Bo: "I'll leave it to you, don't let them quarrel." After speaking, he sat down at the door again.

Zhang Bo coughed, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his feet and asked, "What's the matter with you? What's the fight? Is there anything you can't talk about? It's not good to fight! You can't fight!"

A little gangster looked at him with a cowardly look on his face and said, "Who are you! Does it have anything to do with you!"

Zhang Bo looked into the sky: "I am a calm and caring elder brother. I use my life experience to warn you that it is not good to fight."

A high school student sneered: "Brother? You are about the same age as an uncle..."

Zhang Bo: "All right, all uncles are uncles. Let me tell you, this is a civilized society. Fights are not allowed. If you lose a fight, you go to the hospital. If you win a fight, you go to the game! If there is any conflict, it is best to sit down and have a peaceful chat. chat……"

A little gangster interrupted him: "How did you get in?"

Zhang Bo was at a loss for words for a while, he was a leader of a mafia gang, he was tricked in by someone, and it was a bit embarrassing to say it, so he said: "It's hard to say..."

Little gangster: "Looking at him like this, he must have been swept in by the anti-pornography..."

The high school students and the punks laughed together.

Zhang Bo, a 48-year-old solo magician: "..." He's after true love, so he won't go whoring, okay?

A little gangster: "Don't look at you as a dog, you are definitely not as chic as I am, a social animal, right? Let me tell you, the best gangsters are the gangsters, you can get what you want!" He pointed at the group of high school students , "You said what school you went to, and you can't still work for someone after you get a diploma!"

The high school students quit, stood in front of the iron bars and started cursing again. The two sides were arguing like a flock of ducks.Zhang Bo was already sleepy, and his brain ached when they quarreled: "Shut up!" He has been exercising all year round, and he is full of confidence. His voice alone can overwhelm more than [-] ducks.

Both sides were shocked by Zhang Bo's aura, and no one dared to speak out for a while.

Zhang Bo thought to himself, did I behave like this when I was young?He said helplessly: "Stop arguing, it makes me have a headache." He rubbed his temples, "Tell me, how are you doing well?"

That little bastard had an audience, and was overjoyed. He proudly held the iron bars and raised his neck: "See?" The other little bastards behind him watched with admiration.

Zhang Bo was far away: "What?"

The little bastard poked his neck, pointed to a scar on his neck and said, "Look here! Here!"

Zhang Bo squinted his eyes for a long time and didn't understand what he wanted to express.The little gangster hated iron and said: "Did you see this scar?"

Zhang Bo didn't bother to look for it, so he nodded: "I see."

The little gangster retracted his neck: "This is the injury I suffered to save Sheng Yan's second team leader Zhang Bo!" The other gangsters nodded with You Rongyan.

Sheng Yan's second group leader, Zhang Bo himself: "..."

The little gangster continued: "It was dark and windy that day, and their gangs were fighting. I happened to pass by and was involved. I saw the second group leader being entangled by several people. One of them took out a knife and slashed at the second group leader. I ran over. I pushed the man away, but was unfortunately caught by him. He put a knife on my neck and ordered the second team leader to give up resistance and catch him without a fight! The second team leader is indeed my idol, powerful and kind. He saw an innocent child The hostage immediately stopped, put down the weapon in my hand... I yelled, 'Second Team Leader! Leave me alone!', I grabbed the man's wrist, and his knife slashed across my throat..." The voice of the little gangster Everyone listened quietly to the emotional narration, and the high school students next door were fascinated.

Zhang Bo listened expressionlessly. To be honest, if he hadn't done such a stupid thing himself, he would have believed it.

"Cough!" He coughed to break the embarrassing atmosphere, and gave a thumbs up: "Then what, it's a miracle that you survived."

The little gangster looked proud: "Let me tell you, I have a life-threatening friendship with the second group leader Sheng Yan, follow me, and you will be popular and hot for the rest of your life!"

Zheng Hongsheng sat at the door and listened, holding back his laughter until he almost suffocated.

Director Lu opened the door and came in. Zheng Hongsheng quickly withdrew his smile and sat upright.Director Lu lowered his voice and explained a few words to Zheng Hongsheng.Zheng Hongsheng looked at Director Lu dumbfounded, and Director Lu said, "What are you doing in a daze! Go!"

Zheng Hongsheng walked in with the key and opened the door of Zhang Bo's cell: "Zhang Bo, come out!"

Zhang Bo: "Hey! Can I go?"

Before Zheng Hongsheng answered, a group of men in black suits suddenly poured into the basement, neatly lined up on both sides of the basement corridor.A sharp-eyed gangster recognized it, and screamed softly: "I'll wipe it! Sheng Yan!!"

Zheng Hongsheng said seriously: "What are you doing! Get out!" Director Lu stood at the door and winked at him vigorously.

The gangsters and high school students watched Sheng Yan's team members uniformly salute to the bosom uncle and shouted loudly: "The second team leader has worked hard!"

"..." Only then did the little gangster realize that the confidant uncle whom they had laughed at for a long time just now was the legendary second team leader of Sheng Yan, Zhang Bo.

Zhang Bo looked at the team members and said, "Why are you here? This tradition needs to be changed! You don't come out of the prison, and you don't need to mobilize the crowd when you come out of the cell of the police station!"

Xue Fenglin came over and lit a cigarette for him, and patted the ashes on his shoulder: "As long as you come out of the iron gate, you have to be cleaned up!"

Zhang Bole said: "Yes! Go home!"

Just as they were walking out, the police came in with a woman. The woman was startled when she saw the situation, and muttered: "What is this for?" She saw the little bastard running over and shouted: "You dead boy, You are going to scare me to death! Mom is just a child like you, it’s fine if you don’t go to school because of your poor health, why are you still fighting! What if it’s going to be broken! Let’s see if you’re injured..."

The brothers were all watching, and the little gangster pushed away his mother's hand nervously and awkwardly: "Mom, I'm fine!"

Woman: "It's okay! Mom is worried about you! You had a thyroid surgery last year, and Mom didn't sleep for several days..."

The little gangster blushed and turned pale, and grabbed the woman's clothes and whispered, "Mom, stop talking!"

The woman was about to cry, she touched his neck and said, "Look, the scar is still there, hey, can't you save your mother some trouble!"

Zhang Bo laughed uncontrollably: "Boy, listen to what uncle said, study hard! Now you have to have a diploma if you want to join the gang!" After speaking, he walked out, and Xue Fenglin followed him because he didn't know.

Director Lu and Zheng Hongsheng sent him out of the gate of the police station.Zhang Bo patted Zheng Hongsheng on the shoulder: "Old Zheng, I owe you a pack of cigarettes, I will pay you back later!"

Zheng Hongsheng said blankly: "No need, don't come back! We can't afford you."

Zhang Bo smiled and stretched out his index finger to nod him in the air, then got into the car and left surrounded by the team members.

Zhang Bo asked in the car, "What's going on?"

Xue Fenglin: "Let's find out who set you up. Do you still remember Lu Jing'an who splashed our red paint on the seaside commercial street? It was his uncle Lu Maobin who set you up."

Zhang Bo: "Damn it!"

Xue Fenglin: "Mr. He will personally settle things for you."

"Yes, I have to thank Mr. He when I go back!" Zhang Bo said, "But this kid Lu Maobin can do it too!"

Xue Fenglin: "He didn't kill the child." It was already dawn outside the car window, and the morning rush hour was not yet reached. There were not many cars on the road. After a night of tossing, everyone was very tired. Xue Fenglin continued, "Let's go home first and then talk about it." .”