The Plow

"Fourth Young Master, Mr. Ling left something behind."

Not long after the car drove out, the driver spoke.

Yue Dingtang: "What?"

The driver said: "It's a paper bag on the co-pilot. It seems to contain some food. The third lady ordered someone to put it in the car just now. It should be for Mr. Ling. He forgot to take it."

Yue Dingtang really has nothing to do with this third sister.

Ling Shu eats and takes with him, making big and small bags, and he doesn't know if he thinks that relatives from the countryside are coming to the city.

He wanted to pretend he didn't see him and tell Ling Shu that he had forgotten when he got home, but it was inevitable that Third Sister would babble again, making his ears callous.

Yue Dingtang sighed.

"Turn around and go back. You will get out of the car and send it to him later."

"Yes."

Ling Shu was hit on the back.

The opponent was so strong that he didn't spare any room, and directly hit his back, the pain penetrated to his chest, and he almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.

Even the unhealed wound on the abdomen almost burst again.

Judging from the fists and feet that attacked him, there was more than one opponent.

Judging from the shot, it seems that the opponent is not only teaching a lesson, but directly does not intend to keep alive.

The other party thought it was just an easy job.

After all, Ling Shu was alone, and was captured again, and immediately fell unconscious after a few sap.

If another fatal blow was given to the temple, the body would have been completely cold when it was discovered the next day.

It doesn't even need tomorrow. In such weather, it only takes one or two hours for a person to lose consciousness and breathe.

But Ling Shu didn't give them this chance.

He suddenly curled up in a ball in the sack and rolled to the side!

Next to it was the steps, this rolling directly rolled down the steps, Ling Shu took advantage of the momentum to break free from the opening of the sack, revealing half of his body from inside.

Half body is enough!

He grabbed the stick that was swung first with one hand, pulled it toward him, and then pushed hard in the opposite direction. The opponent was dragged away by him unconsciously, and the tiger's mouth was slightly loose. The next moment, the stick was snatched away.

With one stick in his hand, Ling Shu immediately set aside the other sticks, kicked the sack with his legs, broke free from it, bent down and swept across, and directly slammed into the opponent with his body. They staggered backwards, one fell into the bushes, one fell down the steps, and the other wanted to grab Ling Shu, but he grabbed his waist and turned over and pressed him down.

One punch, two punches, left and right bows, only to beat the opponent's eyes with gold stars and nosebleeds.

Seeing that the situation was not good, another person quickly got up from the ground, picked up a stick and swung it at the back of Lingshu's head!

Huhushengfeng, a close call.

Gunshots sounded.

The opponent screamed in pain and fell down.

Panting heavily, Ling Shu turned around and sat down on the ground.

There was a burning pain in his back, and he guessed that it must be bruised and bruised.

He didn't fire the gun, but he had predicted the blow to the back of his head just now, and wanted to lower his head to avoid it, but he didn't expect someone to be faster than him and shoot directly.

The two gangsters in black jackets scrambled to their feet and rushed away without waiting for their companions to approach.

The person whose knee was bent after being hit couldn't run, and gave up struggling after climbing two steps.

In the darkness, the man in the windbreaker came step by step.

The hand holding the gun was still wearing a black glove, hanging straight and not trembling.

The headlights cast a beam of light behind him, not like a salvation to heaven, but more like a guide to hell.

And the man in the windbreaker is the Grim Reaper.

The face of the man in the jacket couldn't help showing fear.

It's just that most of this fear is covered up by the night.

Ling Shu was so angry that he took the opportunity to kick him hard.

The other party snorted, seeing the man with the gun getting closer and closer, he dared not speak out, nor did he dare to fight back.

Ling Shu kicked a few more times, he didn't hold back his strength, and kicked directly on the man's calf bone, one after another, until the other party finally screamed and begged for mercy.

"Don't kick, don't kick, I'm entrusted by others, and the matter of loyalty is none of my business!"

As soon as the words fell, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the forehead.

The man in the jacket gasped, and his body froze immediately.

Only Yue Dingtang said to him coldly: "Go back and tell Shen Shiqi that Ling Shu is from my Yue Dingtang family. If he loses a hair, I will trouble the Shen family. Ask Shen Shiqi , that uncle of his, will he still be willing to clean up the mess for him."

Just as the man in the jacket was about to defend himself, he heard a deep "Get out" again, subconsciously managed to get up, and fled with a limp regardless of the gunshot wound to his broken leg.

He walked a long way, until he could no longer see Yue Ding and Tang when he turned his head, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, leaning on the wall and slowly turning the corner.

A car is parked there.

The lights went out, but there were still people in the car.

"Mr. Shen..."

The car window rolled down slowly, revealing half of Shen Shiqi's face.

"Why, the errand is not done well, where is your companion?" Shen Shiqi had already guessed the result when he saw his distressed appearance.

"They all ran away!" The man in the jacket was annoyed, "Someone came out suddenly, claiming to be Yue Dingtang, and pointed a gun at me. I really can't do anything. Look, I was injured. Tonight This errand..."

Before he could succeed in bargaining, he was hit hard on the back of the head, and immediately went limp, and was pinched by someone's hands through the armpit.

"Mr. Shen, how to deal with him?" The driver asked in a low voice.

"Whatever, don't let me see him again!"

Shen Qiqi said viciously, and looked at the jacket man with extreme disgust, like looking at a pile of dirty garbage.

"It's really trash. Three beat one and planted it. You dare to ask me for a reward. One or two are all cut up and fed to the dogs. Next time, you can't hire people from the Qinggang. If you don't succeed, you will let my uncle give it to me." Get a few people over... Forget it, I'll go find Mr. Cheng, he must have an idea!"

The driver wisely didn't interrupt him as he muttered to himself to vent his anger. After Shen Qiqi had completely vented his anger, he calmly asked, "Then what do you plan to do with the Yue family? Yue Dingtang has already intervened, so I'm afraid it's not good. No matter how high-profile it is, it's not worthwhile to offend the Yue family just because of Ling Shu."

The cause of this matter, in the final analysis, was only caused by Shen Shiqi's jealousy.

He was defiant, claiming to call the wind and call the rain, but suddenly there was Ling Shu, who was inferior to him in everything, and instead relied on his good looks to make He Youan look at him differently. Even in Shen Shiqi's eyes, He Youan was just a plaything, and he couldn't Tolerating playthings out of his control, and even giving birth to the slightest bit of displeasure.

Ling Shu was like the thorn stuck in his finger, it was neither painful nor itchy, but also uncomfortable, it had to be pulled out.

This is a common problem for most of the people who are used to being superior, and Shen Shiqi is no exception.

Maybe he is nothing in the eyes of real big shots in the big Shanghai Bund, but he thinks that he is more than enough to deal with a small guy like Ling Shu.

Suddenly a Yue Dingtang appeared, and it became a variable in this ten-nine-ten-nine-guarantee.

Shen Qiqi was silent for a long time before he could not hold back a sentence: "That little life surnamed Ling, I will leave it for the time being, and I will settle the account with him later!"

"Thank you, Commander Yue, for saving your life. Do you want me to promise you with my body?"

Ling Shu still had that foolish tone, with a little smile on his face.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yue Dingtang might really have thought that he was fine.

"You still have the strength to make a joke, why don't you stand up by yourself?"

Yue Dingtang glanced at him and saw that he was in pain, so he stretched out his hand in satisfaction.

Ling Shu grabbed it without hesitation, and got up abruptly with his strength.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Even so, it still made him hiss in pain.

Back, I'm afraid it's swollen.

Fortunately, it wasn't the iron rod, or they were all internally injured now.

He seems to be having a bad year recently, he is always injured, and it is only after meeting the surnamed Yue again that he has frequent problems.

It must be that Yintang, surnamed Yue, turned black, which brought him bad luck.

Yue Dingtang didn't know what he was muttering in his heart.

"Can you go?"

Ling Shu sighed: "It must be possible, it's not the leg that hurts."

But with every step, it hurts.

Back, abdomen, front and rear pinching, that feeling, Ling Shu can only think of one word.

Ice and Fire.

Yue Dingtang suddenly pulled him, directly and easily pulled him onto his back, picked him up and walked towards the direction of the car.

The driver trotted over in a hurry, trying to reach out to pick him up, but Yue Dingtang raised his chin and nodded towards the door of Ling's house.

"Go and tell Aunt Hong that this guy is spending the night with me tonight."