The Strongest Division [Quick Transmigration]

After Zhou Zhao received the alarm, he went to the side and opened the drawer, took out the things he wanted to bring, went out, drove out by himself, and said to 666: "Open the eye of the sky."

"Peng—"

Zhao Mingze was knocked to the ground with a beer bottle.On the dirty ground, wine, blood mixed with glass shards splashed all over the floor.

Horrified shouts came from the corner, it was a mother and son.

The son was a frail boy in a school uniform, his glasses were fogged up from crying, and he was so frightened that his originally fair face was covered with tears.The mother on the side hugged the boy tightly, the woman was very bright and temperamental, but unfortunately she was also very embarrassed, her face was full of tears.

"Boy, there are so many brothers here, trying to hold me hostage? Isn't it too embarrassing for them." A middle-aged man with yellow teeth and a big gold chain smiled with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Master Quan, how dare this kid be so crazy at this point! Let's just kill him!" Several people around responded and urged.

Zhao Mingze was lying on the ground with injuries all over his body. He didn't move for a long time. Blood oozed from his wounds and spread on the ground.

"Zhao Mingze, what can a person like you who knows how to fool around all day long do?! Just take care of yourself!" A middle-aged man with a good appearance and a serious expression was being pinned aside, his glasses were askew, and shouted at him.

"Zhiqing!" The woman glanced at him, but after all, she didn't dare to say more, and hugged and cried together with the boy.

"Director Chu is still as unreasonable as ever." Zhang Fengquan took off the cigarette dangling from his mouth, dusted off the ash, and looked at Zhao Mingze, "Look, this kind of relative is worth your protection? You might be able to escape , now I can only be buried with him."

"I'm just too lazy to owe them." Zhao Mingze scratched the ground with his fingers curled up, covered half of his face with blood, got up with difficulty, and spat out the blood, "For Zhao Yuan's grievances with you, I'll be enough for you."

Zhang Fengquan walked up to him, looked at his handsome features, and smiled, "Eldest young master, you really look like your old man, but you are more handsome than him."

As he said that, he threw the cigarette in his hand onto his injured back, and stepped on the hot cigarette butt to grind heavily on the wound on his back. The painful Zhao Mingze almost screamed and stepped him back to the ground.

"Unfortunately, the gun hits the first bird." Zhang Fengquan moved away the soles of the shoes stained with soot and blood, and smiled, "Sometimes, too hard bones may not be a good thing."

Zhao Mingze was lying on the dirty wine stains and glass shards, his whole body convulsed with pain, the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat, and the extinguished cigarette butt was half stuck in the wound that was oozing blood continuously .

Chu Yiran was so startled that he was about to collapse, he cried and begged, "Uncle! Please do me a favor and let us go! Good people will be rewarded!"

The men on the side were all amused and laughed. "This kid is nothing like what the Chu family can teach, he is stupid and cowardly! It's his good-for-nothing cousin who has followed the old commander a little bit."

The horse-faced man who brought Zhao Mingze said with a smile: "It's a pity, old lady Chu gave birth to a baby girl and died. At that time, the old commander was so stubborn and didn't look for it again. This adopted subordinate's child , Genes can’t do it after all.”

Chu Zhiqing blushed, and scolded: "Chu Yiran! Shut up, dare to shout again to embarrass the Chu family, I don't have a son like you."

"Hehe, Director Chu is so annoying. Well, I'll ask someone to cut that child's tongue first." Zhang Fengquan smiled and gestured.The horse-faced man next to him understood, took out his dagger, and walked over directly.

Seeing this, Mrs. Chu turned pale with fright, she protected the boy, and cried, "I beg you! Please! Let my child go! But he is still young!" It's a pity that the woman is no match, the child In three or two strokes, he was dragged over.

"Go away!" The horse-faced man kicked the woman away, and dragged Chu Yiran, who was shaking like a sieve, to the middle.

"Mother--"

Chu Yiran was slapped on the chin, forced to open his mouth, crying and struggling. "Don't! Don't! Let me go!"

No matter how strict Chu Zhiqing was, he still loved his son eagerly. With red eyes, he hissed, "You bastard! How dare you! Come and kill me if you have the guts. Aren't you afraid of retribution? Zhang Fengquan!"

Chu Yiran closed his eyes tightly, but the expected pain did not come. When he opened his eyes, he saw a bandaged hand grabbing the stabbing knife.

The tip of the knife was so close to him, the bony hand that was already injured was pale and trembling due to blood loss, and the palm of the hand was constantly oozing blood.

The boy's pupils almost narrowed a little, he struggled to move back, and cried, "Ah—"

"Shut up! It's too noisy!" Zhao Mingze stopped him with a hoarse voice.

Although the voice was obviously a little weak, but Chu Yiran met Zhao Mingze's fierce gaze, and was actually stopped. He bit his mouth, his face was covered with tears and snot, and trembling, he didn't dare to shout again.

Zhao Mingze looked at the horse-faced man, and said with difficulty, "I said, come to me."

"Fuck you!" The horse-faced man seemed to feel that it was embarrassing to be stopped, and he had already had a grudge with Zhao Mingze before, so he kicked Zhao Mingze hard.

That kick was aimed at Zhao Mingze's abdomen, kicking him so much that the acid in his stomach was almost vomited out.

"So unruly?" The horse-faced man raised his chin fiercely, stabbed the knife between his lips and pressed against his tongue, "I will fulfill you first."

"A Peng." Zhang Fengquan stopped the horse-faced man.

The horse-faced man stared at Zhang Fengquan, and the tip of the knife pressed against Zhao Mingze's tongue unwillingly. The veins on Zhao Mingze's neck were bulging, and the dark eyes reflected the horse-faced man's ferocious face.

Zhang Fengquan took a puff of cigarette, walked over, looked at Zhao Mingze quietly for a while, and then said, "Let him go."

The horse-faced man paused, and finally cursed, and threw away the bloody dagger.