When the male anchor is lonely, he cooks

The four of them each carried a bottle of 550ml mineral water, checked out under the contempt of the barbecue shop owner.

Someone from Yan Zhu's side had already stood up and prepared to pay the bill. They were laughing and scrambling to pay the bill, and finally the owner of the barbecue shop waived the bill.

The ten people laughed and left the store, chatting nonsense with wine; some people took a taxi to leave halfway, and some turned a corner and walked another way, while Wen Le and the others followed Yan Zhu leisurely all the way.

Finally, Yan Zhu placed an order.

This is an alley, different from the bustling street not far ahead, the street lights in this alley are dim and there are few people.

At this time, ordinary people are about to fall asleep, and there is no one else in the alley except them.

"Do it." Wen Le made a mouth shape, but did not make a sound.

Wen Yang grabbed the opening of the sack and nodded, ready to fight.

Brother Zheng looked relaxed, and he played acrobatic tricks with the mineral water.

Yu Xingzhou was a little strange and a little nervous. The nervousness was not because of fear, but because of this unprecedented experience, which made him discover the changes in himself, and he was a little bit at a loss.

Wen Le is a man of action, "When I count to three, let's do it. Brother Zheng, hit your head, Xiao Yang, put on a sack, and Xingzhou, you and I are always ready."

As soon as the words fell, a "three!" that everyone could hear sounded, and Wen Le stepped forward immediately.

"Hey, why did you just call three?" Brother Zheng complained in a low voice, and followed after him.

They made some noise, and Yan Zhu, who was already drunk, heard the sound but didn't even look back, and continued to stagger.

They were already only an arm's length away from Yan Zhu, but the people in front were still unaware.

Wen Le made a gesture, aimed at Yan Zhu, and made a movement of opening the wooden warehouse.

Under the silent order, the four of them put Yan Zhu, who was stunned, into the sack in one go.

The plan was successful, and the four of them moved the sack behind the debris pile in the narrow alley next to it.

Wen Yang stretched out his legs and kicked the sack twice, his hands just forgot to carry it.

"Cough, cough, why is it so dark?" Yan Zhu woke up in the sack, and said impatiently, "Damn it, who the hell turned off the light with me."

He drank too much wine, his tongue was numb and his head was numb. When he was thrown on the ground, he thought he was lying on the bed of some club lady.He didn't react until he muttered for a long time and no one came to answer him.

"Who is it? Which little bastard dares to touch Grandpa and me, let me out quickly!" Yan Zhu kicked the sack cursingly, struggling to figure out.

After moving for a long time, he didn't hear any sound from the side, so he scolded even more fiercely.

"Lao Tzu said that your ancestors were thirteen generations old, the son of a son of a bitch, who dared to tie your grandpa and me after eating a bear's heart. cannot."

Wen Yang originally wanted to see if this person would make a fool of himself, but his swearing was really ugly, so he knocked over with a mineral water bottle angrily.

I have to say that Wen Le came up with a good idea. Hitting someone with his own fist is really not worth it. The effect of force is mutual. Hitting someone with his fist hurts his hand; but the mineral water bottle is full of water, which is solid The bottle is smashed down, saving worry and effort.

Not knowing where Wen Yang hit Yan Zhu, he howled out in pain.

Alcohol is strong and cowardly, Yan Zhu used the effect of alcohol to not only strengthen his courage, but also opened his voice, and howled a series of dirty words without getting stuck.

However, as long as he swears, Wen Le and the others will each hit him with a mineral water bottle, so after he swears, he will be hit four times.

After being hit four times several times, Yan Zhu also figured out that the strength of the four blows was different, and the positions of the blows were also different. It was obvious that he was arrested by four people.

He was so frightened that he woke up more than half of the wine, and said sternly, "You, who are you, you dare to hit me? Do you know who my elder brother is? You don't go out to inquire, this area belongs to my elder brother Liu Bao Land, don’t you hurry up and let me go!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit eight times.

"..." This time the pain was severe enough, and Yan Zhu felt aggrieved by the pain, "Why did you hit me four more times?"

Then he took another solid eight.

"Don't, don't hit me, I won't ask, can't I not ask?" He was so angry that he kicked the sack straight, and then he was hit on the leg eight times.

Yan Zhu figured it out, as long as he swears at someone, he will definitely be beaten. As for whether he will be beaten four times or eight times, it depends on whether the other party is happy.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, what kind of big brothers and uncles are you guys? If you want anything, don't be polite and just say it. I will give you money or a car. I beg you, please don't hit me again. "

Now the smell of alcohol disappeared, he finally knew he was afraid, and he was no longer the appearance of being able to go to heaven just now.

Wen Le and the others didn't really use much effort, but Yan Zhu was wrapped in a sack by himself, and there was darkness everywhere, and there was no life in the small and narrow bag; he didn't know when the next beating would come, nor did he know the next second. Whether it was a fist or a knife that greeted him, this kind of pressure made his spirit more and more tense, and this kind of pressure will only gradually deepen as time goes on.

He started to panic and felt as if his whole body was aching. The most frightening thing was that no matter how he spoke or cursed, no voice responded to him.

He really couldn't take it anymore, "I beg you to let me go, please let me go."

At this time, Wen Le asked Brother Zheng to say in a rough voice, "Are you still swearing?"

"Stop scolding, I won't scold anyone again." Yan Zhu's voice was full of tears.

Brother Zheng said again, "Tell me yourself what bad things you have done."

"I, I haven't done anything bad, just let me go." Before he finished speaking, he was hit four more times.

"Be honest with me! If you dare to lie in front of me, I'll find someone to pour cement into you and sink you into the Yangtze River." Zheng Ge has a little sense of his role positioning, and he has no pressure to look like a black-hearted boss.

Wen Le leaned close to Yu Xingzhou's ear and whispered, "Xingzhou, look at Brother Zheng, he's so scary."

Brother Zheng glared at him, he was obviously the one who proposed to scare people just now, but now he has the nerve to say so.

Yu Xingzhou stood in the middle, so he had no choice but to pat Wen Le's head, "Okay, stop making trouble."

Wen Le pouted, stood behind Yan Zhu, lowered the sack, and said in a low voice, "Quickly explain what bad things you have done. Our boss is so cruel, he can take your arms off in a second."

Brother Zheng also cooperated, and snorted viciously, like a beast suppressing its energy, if Yan Zhu dared to be a little dishonest, he would be torn to pieces immediately.

After thinking about it, Yan Zhu didn't know which group of demons and ghosts he had offended. These people would not take hard and soft words at all, and it was completely unreasonable.

Afraid of being beaten again, he had no choice but to utter the immoral things he had done with a trembling voice.

He explained too quickly, and Wen Le was sure that he was hiding half of what he said, playing sloppy, so he decided to cheat him.

"Oh, you don't believe in evil, do you?" Zheng Ge looked at Wen Le's gesture and understood the meaning in seconds.

He said viciously, "I told you to tell the truth, but you still dare to hide it, don't you die?"

Wen Le quickly squeezed his throat to cooperate, "That's right, boss, don't listen to his nonsense, let's drag him away to pour cement now!" Then he pretended to carry the sack with Wen Yang.

Yu Xingzhou also covered his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "He's such a big guy, one bag of cement isn't enough."

Wen Le, "Then fill half of it first, and throw the remaining half into the Yangtze River just to feed the fish."

"Ah! I'll say it! I'll say it right away!" Yan Zhu was almost frightened by these cruel words, and hurriedly began to explain.

From as small as stealing the hair rope of a village flower in the same class as a child, to as big as the incidents of lawlessness and discipline that he secretly participated in with Liu Bao and the others, he vomited it all out of his brain.

He was spitting so much that his mouth was dry, his back was sweating and tears were streaming down his face; Wen Le and the others were so bored, they simply unscrewed the mineral water bottle, drank the cool water leisurely, and chatted nonsense.

"He really talks a lot." Brother Zheng's ears almost grew calluses.

"There are still useful things in these words." Yu Xingzhou counted the news accidentally revealed in Yan Zhu's words just now.

Wen Yang was also a little bored, "Brother, what should we do now?"

Wen Le took a water bottle to cool her cheeks, narrowed her eyes, "Wu's done, now we're here."

He wrapped a mobile phone in a plastic bag, entered the password of the mobile phone that Yan Zhu babbled just now, and the screen was unlocked.

"When did you get his cell phone?" Yu Xingzhou was a little surprised.

"Before putting on the sack." Wen Le said proudly, he moved his five fingers, they were as slender as jade and as agile as a snake, "How about it, now believe that I have practiced."

As he spoke, he turned on the phone, picked out a few bad things that Yan Zhu confided just now, compiled them into text messages and sent them to Liu Bao's number.

It was not enough to do all this, he also added Liu Bao's number to the blacklist on Yan Zhu's mobile phone, and set all calls and text messages to reject, and then Wen Le completely deleted the text messages, and the phone returned to its original state .

Brother Zheng stood aside and watched the whole process, he saw clearly the information edited by Wen Le.

This person actually imitated Yan Zhu's drunken and aggressive tone, and told all those Yan Zhu and Liu Bao had participated in the dark affairs; if Liu Bao saw this message, he would definitely be furious, thinking that Yan Zhu wanted to use it These threats are self-defeating.

"I really admire you. Did you come up with it on the spur of the moment, or did you plan it early?" Brother Zheng asked.

"No way, I've been resourceful since I was a child." Wen Le skipped the topic with a smile, and asked Brother Zheng to help finish it, "Hurry up and make people dizzy, so I can put the phone back."

After working hard for a long time like cutting meat with an ax, brother Zheng's muscles finally showed their value, and Yan Zhu, who was still talking, shut up with a single hand knife.

The phone was wiped with fingerprints and returned to its original owner, and Yan Zhu was sorted out casually and thrown at the entrance of the alley. People passing by would only think that he was a drunk and drunk.

"I seem to be a little hungry."

"Let's go, let's go home."

The clouds were light and the wind was clear, and the four of them discussed supper and left quietly.