The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

At 16, we both worshipped the docks, the Green Wolf Gang.

At 17, we put on short coats and ran rampant. We no longer had to pick up garbage. We took revenge on several scavengers and trampled them underfoot.

At 18, Brother Tong was appreciated by the second leader for his ferocity and was taught a set of boxing. I envied him very much.

I hoped that Brother Tong could teach me, but Brother Tong refused. Brother Tong said that there were rules in the gang and that if you wanted to learn boxing, you had to make merit first.

At 19, Brother Tong's boxing was very good, and his fists became harder and harder. Brother Tong's arms were almost thicker than my thighs.

At 20, Brother Tong made merit again. The gang took over 798 Street. From then on, we didn't have to do anything. Every merchant on this street had to pay protection fees to the gang.

Of course, the money was paid to the gang. Brother Tong could get more because he was appreciated by the second leader, so I could only spend Brother Tong's money.

At the age of 21, several hair salons were under the management of Brother Tong from this year. Brother Tong became more powerful and had two more followers.

At the age of 22, I finally saved enough money and went to a street martial arts gym to learn leg techniques. I practiced hard every day, but I didn't make much progress. My bones were too weak. I began to like drinking and understood why I would beat people when I drank, because there was really a fire in my heart that I couldn't suppress.

Brother Tong noticed my anxiety and advised me not to worry and drink less. He would protect me for the rest of my life.

At the age of 23, I decided to listen to Brother Tong. I decided to drink less and stop practicing martial arts. It was also good to follow Brother Tong's ass for the rest of my life.

At the age of 24, I followed Brother Tong every day, helped Brother Tong look after the hair salons, and drank with Brother Tong at night. I was very happy every day.

At the age of 25, Brother Tong said that he didn't want to manage only two hair salons for his whole life. He wanted to move up. He said that the second in command gave him something to do.

He decided to do it.

I was very worried about Brother Tong. I asked him what happened, but he didn't tell me at all. I expressed my understanding.

The night before yesterday, Brother Tong got me drunk and went out secretly. Actually, I didn't fall asleep, but I knew he went out.

The next day, I heard from the gang that someone died in the hospital, and I immediately knew that it was Brother Tong who did it.

Brother Tong killed someone, and the death of a few people is nothing at all. The problem is that the woman was sent to the hospital by the police station, and the police station will definitely investigate.

I was surprised at Brother Tong's audacity, but I was also worried about him.

Tonight, Brother Tong and I drank a lot at the door of the hair salon. Brother Tong patted my shoulder happily and said that he was really going to be promoted this time.

I danced with joy and seemed happier than Brother Tong. I laughed and congratulated Brother Tong. The two of us drank more than a dozen bottles of wine. My stomach was shaking. I burped and vomited on the side of the road, and my tears were choked out.

Am I really happy?

I asked myself, and I couldn't figure out what I was thinking. I had a smile on my face, and tears in the corners of my eyes.

Brother Tong walked away, and I quickly wiped my mouth and chased him.

Brother Tong laughed and laughed at me for spitting on my shoes. I scratched my head awkwardly, and Brother Tong and I supported each other and turned into the low-rise building in the shantytown.

The low-rise building used to be home to a father and son. The man was a gambler, and the wife ran away with someone. The boy was in elementary school.

Later, Brother Tong set a trap, owed usury, and mortgaged the house. The man's liver and kidneys were dug out and fed to dogs, and the boy was thrown out of the house to pick up rags.

The house is on the second floor.

Brother Tong leaned against the escalator drunkenly, and I took out the key from my pocket.

The light tube in the corridor was broken and flickered, so I had to put my face close to the keyhole and inserted it once, once, and again, before I finally got it in.

When turning the lock cylinder, I subconsciously looked at my feet.

The two overlapping shadows belong to me and Brother Tong.

The light flickered, and suddenly, a third shadow appeared, right behind Brother Tong and me.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I looked again in a trance, and the shadow that suddenly appeared solidified into reality.

I turned my head suddenly, and a pair of cold eyes stared at me in the darkness.

I fell into darkness, time seemed to slow down, and everything in the past passed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

So,

am I going to die?

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Zhang Tong was drunk and blurry, and saw Ma Wei fall forward, his head pushed the door open, and his face fell heavily on the ground, motionless.

He was instantly awakened by the shock of drunkenness, and subconsciously shrank his head and bent over, and felt a coolness rubbing against his scalp, and a large clump of hair with a piece of scalp fell to the ground with a thud.

His bald head was burning with pain, and warm blood flowed into his eyes while dodging, stinging him to close his eyes.

How dare he close his eyes? Zhang Tong glared angrily, stepped on Ma Wei's back with his soles, and rolled into the living room. The wooden coffee table was smashed, and the wine bottles scattered on the ground were broken into glass shards.

Zhang Tong rolled and crawled to his feet, and touched his back. The blood was all over the glass shards.

Zhang Tong gritted his teeth and tore off his shirt. The blood-stained clothes pulled out a piece of broken glass from his flesh.

The tense muscles on his back relaxed a little. Although there were still some glass shards, it didn't affect the muscle strength. It was just that the whole back was a mess and bleeding, which was painful.

"Drunk, is your reaction still so fast, or am I too slow to draw the knife?"

Feng Mu secretly regretted it in his heart. His breathing was a little hurried under the mask. He lacked combat experience. The action of sneak attacking the two people was not connected coherently, so the latter one avoided it.

The sneak attack on Zheng Hang was not a fight. It was too easy to kill that time. At best, he saw blood, strengthened his courage to kill, and cultivated some evil spirit.

Some combat experience is better than nothing.

His adrenaline was surging, and his five fingers gripping the hilt were too stiff, leaving fingerprints on the hilt.

Feng Mu could only take a deep breath, imitate the villains in movies and TV dramas, pretend to smile grimly, kick Ma Wei on the ground, and then close the door with his hands behind his back.

With just three or two actions, he pretended to be seven points arrogant and relieved five points of tension.

This just shows that in some specific situations, pretending to be a villain is indeed effective, or it can make you ten times stronger.

There was no light in the room, only the white light from the light strip in the fish tank, and two blue lizards were lying on the wall, their round bulging eyes rolling.

Zhang Tong stared at Feng Mu raising his foot, closing the door and locking it, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Brother, which way are you from? Why don't you take off the mask to show people, so that I can remember where I offended you and let you come to kill people in the middle of the night." Zhang Tong gritted his teeth, glanced at the anti-theft fence outside the window, and secretly hated that he forgot to take it down.

Feng Mu didn't take off his mask or answer, fearing that he would reveal his nervousness. He said nothing, and his silence made Zhang Tong shudder.

Zhang Tong had just gone to the hospital to kill someone two days ago. He didn't say a word during the whole process, just mechanically stabbing the knife, so he had a personal experience. Those who didn't talk nonsense during the murder process were all determined and ruthless characters.

"Really no room for negotiation?"

Zhang Tong wiped the blood off his face, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. Before he finished speaking, the soles of his shoes were dragged on the ground, making a harsh friction. He took a three-meter step and covered Feng Mu's head with a fist as big as a bowl.

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