District 9

Yongdong originally wanted to leave, but when he heard what the manager said, he suddenly couldn't stand it: "Haha, why are you asking me to leave?"

"Ma Laoer is a fool. He never suffers in Tuzh Street." The manager persuaded in a low voice: "He drank a lot today. I guess he will have to come back soon."

Yongdong secretly scolded the manager for talking too much, but at the same time he also knew that Ma Laoer was a ruthless character and he couldn't afford to compete with such a tiger man. So at this moment, he felt that he was trapped here. Let's go. It would be a bit embarrassing, as if he was afraid of Ma Laoer; if he didn't leave, he was afraid of getting into trouble.

After thinking for a long time, Yongdong smiled and responded: "It's okay. If he doesn't come today, I won't leave."

"Why are you competing with him?"

"It's okay, you can bring some more wine and we'll continue drinking for a while." Yong Dong had a light smile on his face.

"...Sigh." The manager sighed and stood up.

After Yongdong saw the manager leaving, he immediately told his friend next to him: "You called and asked two people to come home, saying that something happened in the company..."

…

After the medicine line was restored, Liu Zishu usually lived not far from Tuzhan Street, so Ma Laoer sent him to his home less than ten minutes after the car drove.

On the roadside, Uncle Liu leaned against the car window and said, "Go back and go to bed quickly. If you have something to do tomorrow, call me when you wake up."

"Okay." Ma Laoer nodded.

"I'm leaving."

"Slow down, brother."

"Yes." Liu Zishu said a few words before turning and leaving.

Seeing Uncle Liu leaving, the young man driving the car turned around and asked, "Going back?"

"Go to the warehouse." Ma Laoer rubbed the blood scab on his face and said calmly.

…

Twenty minutes later, not long after the newly brought wine was served, the two young men hurried to the entertainment city. When they entered the room, they said to Yongdong: "Brother, something happened in the company. Mr. Yuan asked you to come immediately." go back."

"What's the matter, so urgent?" Yongdong asked in front of the manager.

"I don't know, I just told you to go back quickly."

"It won't stop this weekend." Yongdong stood up pretending to be helpless, frowning and said: "Then save the wine, let's go back first."

"Okay," the manager also stood up and echoed: "If you have anything to do, just leave quickly."

Yongdong used the steps he built for himself to get off the stage smoothly, leading his brothers around him and walking towards the entrance of the entertainment city.

Outside, the tires crunched against the snow and stopped on the side of the road.

Ma Laoer led the two brothers who had just been beaten and got out of the car wrapped in their clothes.

Yongdong and others happened to walk out of the main entrance of the entertainment city at this moment, and the two sides bumped into each other.

"Let's go?" Ma Laoer asked, smelling of alcohol before the blood on his face was wiped clean.

Yongdong was stunned: "What the hell do you want to do?"

"I want to fuck you!"

Ma Laoer took out his gun from his arms and walked up the steps.

The manager of the entertainment city rushed out after hearing the sound. He immediately frowned and said, "Second brother, why are you not done yet? Can you give me some face and stop making trouble?"

Ma Laoer tilted his neck and looked at the other person: "Why didn't you give me face when I was beaten?"

The manager was speechless.

"Does this road belong to your family?" Ma Laoer pushed the manager away and said, "Stop it, it has nothing to do with you, just stay away."

Yongdong stood still and asked with a cold face: "Didn't what happened some time ago still make you feel the pain? Your old horse still dares not show his face. Do you have any secrets in your heart?" "

Ma Laoer raised his hand and raised his gun, pointed at Yongdong's head and asked: "What is the number? 123, or 456?"

Yongdong faced Ma Laoer, who seemed drunk and lost his mind, and was choked without saying a word.

"Let me tell you the number." Ma Laoer gritted his teeth and put the muzzle of the gun on Yongdong's head, and said word by word: "123. Either you kneel down and kowtow to me Ma Laoer three times; or , I’ll kill you with one shot.”

"You're bragging!" Yongdong looked contemptuous.

"Ma Lao Er, you really think no one can punish you, do you?!" On the left, Yongdong's friend reached out and grabbed Ma Lao Er's arm.

Ma Laoer turned the gun and pulled the trigger.

"Kang!"

Gunshots fired.

The bullet penetrated the palm of Yongdong's friend's hand, and blood flowed across it.

On the steps, the crowd was quiet.

Ma Laoer grabbed Yongdong's collar and shouted with red eyes: "Do you know how many of those people who were arrested and beaten to death some time ago were my friends and how many were my relatives? Ah, do you know? "

Yongdong was stunned.

"Do you think I drank too much?" Ma Laoer patted Yongdong's cheek: "cnm, I was talking to you with a gun and bullets under the influence of alcohol, did you know?!"

Yongdong's face turned red, and he cursed in his mind why he was so depressed today, meeting such a desperado who acted completely recklessly.

"Yongdong, I have no other request today. I just ask you if you can kneel down and kowtow three times to me." Ma Laoer pointed to the ground and suddenly shouted: "1!"

Yongdong clenched his fists and stared into Ma Laoer's eyes without saying a word.

"2!" Ma Laoer's chest rose and fell, his index finger already hooked on the trigger.

Yongdong's expression was gloomy and uncertain. He glanced at the people next to him from the corner of his eye and whispered to Ma Lao Er, "Ma Lao Er, the boundary of Tuzhu Street is so big. Can you give yourself some opportunities when doing things?"

"What is an opportunity?! Today I have a gun in my hand and I won't let you get down. I will let you hit me tomorrow. Is this an opportunity?" Ma Lao Er shouted in a loud voice: "Can you kneel down? !”

Yongdong's head buzzed as he was yelled at, and he once again glanced at the expressions of the people next to him with his peripheral vision.

"Come on, stand up straight, I'll shoot you off with three shots."

"Ma Lao Er!" When Yongdong saw that he was really going to get angry, he instinctively raised his hand and opened the muzzle of the gun: "Okay, okay, I obey you."

Ma Laoer tilted his neck and took half a step back when he heard the sound, and looked at Yongdong with a smile.

Yongdong's cheeks were so red that he seemed to be dripping with blood, and his chest was heaving violently.

"Do you see the south? Kneel over there." Ma Laoer pointed to the left and said.

"Haha, okay." Yongdong smiled, stretched out his hand to push Ma Laoer away, knelt on the ground with a bang, straightened his waist, and shouted in a loud voice: "Second brother, look at my posture, are you satisfied? satisfy?"

"Haha!" Ma Laoer smiled and stretched out his hand to pull Yongdong's head: "Kowtow!"

Yongdong faced the ground, bent down and clicked three times.

"Fuck, your posture is quite confusing, but I'm satisfied. Yongdong, you are good at reading people, haha." Ma Laoer patted Yongdong on the head twice, turned around and walked down the steps and shouted :"gone."

As soon as the words fell, the two brothers who came together put their right hands in their arms and backed away from the door.

After the three of them got on the bus, Ma Laoer spat on the road, looked at Yongdong with a smile and shouted: "Go back and tell Yuan Hua, as the old saying goes, don't laugh at others wearing rags. In ten years, Hedong will be transformed." Hexi. The Ma family can't be the third grandson forever, and Yuan Hua can't be so prosperous all his life. The feng shui of Tuzha Street should be changed."

…

A few minutes later, inside the car.

The driver held the steering wheel and asked the sleepy Ma Laoer in shock: "You are too angry. Then Yongdong can be regarded as a standing figure in this area. Have you ever thought about whether he would kneel down today?" Next, how do you end it?"

"If you think about something three times, then you won't hesitate at all." Ma Laoer tilted his neck and replied: "Why do you want to think so much? If you don't do it, it will be over. If he doesn't kneel down, I will Just kill him, the gun is in my hand, what should I be afraid of?"