The wicked have their own evil

The man was expressionless, as if he had expected it. He put his hands on his belly and said calmly: "Mr. Zhang, if you need anything else, just tell me. Please go back."

"I want to go out." Zhang Chi's voice was soft and harsh.

The man kept saying those words back and forth, "Please go back."

He didn't talk to him at all, Zhang Chi took two steps forward, simply elbowed him against his neck, and when he resisted, he fell to the ground with two fists.

Zhang Chi pressed his knees on his chest and abdomen, and the bowl fragments stood coldly on his aorta, squinting at him, "If I cut you here, will they save you or catch me first."

The man didn't resist much, he said directly: "You can't get out at all."

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense, I have to go out today." Zhang Chi said, staring at the phone that fell to the ground, and simply kicked it out.

Zhang Chi didn't intend to hurt anyone, but if he didn't show him some blood, he wouldn't be able to get out of the second floor at all.

Damn it, where did Zitong find him?Zhang Chi frowned dissatisfied.

But in the next second, his back hurt, and the bowl fell to the ground.

Behind him came two men in blue suits.

"Sir, please go back." The man in blue stretched out his hand, looking polite, but his expression was very cold.

Zhang Chi said solemnly, "I shouldn't be here."

The posture of the man's hand remained unchanged, pointing directly at the room.

Zhang Chi stood up, and the emotions accumulated in the past few days erupted at this moment. He was in an impetuous mood, and he punched them all the time, wrestling with them.

As time passed, Zhang Chi's energy gradually became weaker than before.Panting lightly, he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the blood on his lips, and raised his eyes with hostility.

He rolled his throat, watching the man pull out a syringe from his briefcase.His face was gloomy, and when he glanced to the side, he turned around and ran towards the stairs.

The two men in blue clothes followed directly, and directly fought Zhang Chi on the stairs.

I don't know if the medicine in his body has not been eliminated, Zhang Chi is a little bit lacking in energy, he shakes his dizzy head, and subconsciously grabs the support pole.

Suddenly, Zhang Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, watching a fist stretched out vaguely.He turned over and wanted to defend the other party, but couldn't help but rolled down the stairs, with bruises of different shades on his face and body.

He cursed in a low voice, stood up slowly, and watched the man run down the stairs.

"Mr. Zhang." The man warned.

Zhang Chi sneered, and suddenly felt tired and self-destructive about all this.

"I don't want to play house with you anymore," Zhang Chi said in a deep and tired voice, "I don't want to be imprisoned by you here...I don't know anything about the outside situation, I'm alive I have never been a turtle for almost 30 years.”

The man looked up at him with a calm expression: "Since Mr. has chosen this step, the gangsters, casualties, isn't it the invariance of this line of rules?"

Zhang Chi looked at him coldly, "What did you say?"

"Whatever the cause is, the fruit will be born. It's just a cycle of cause and effect on the road," the man said in a low voice: "The hunting dragon was destroyed by Shen Hua back then, and the old man became paralyzed. Now it's just a loop, a tooth for a tooth."

Zhang Chi clenched his fists and looked at him chewing through his gums.

The man could see that he was out of energy and was just holding on. He took out the syringe hidden behind his back and was about to take a step forward when his head was hit by an unknown object and the syringe fell to the ground. Suddenly dizzy, almost fell to the ground.

"Hmm..." the man snorted.

Out of nowhere behind him came a man, wearing a peaked cap and all in black, holding a hard white stick with some blood on the head.

"Boss."

"Zhou Xiaolin," Zhang Chi was startled, frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Boss, let's go." Zhou Xiaolin gritted, he didn't have the time to tell Zhang Chi how long he had been looking for him now, since his mother passed away, the guilt suppressed in his heart was about to overwhelm him.

Life and death are no longer important to him.

Zhang Chi clenched his hands slightly, he knew that Zhou Xiaolin had come to rescue him on purpose.But this kind of trend, it is impossible for two people to go out.

The two men in blue clothes stood by the stairs and looked at each other, then ran down to catch Zhou Xiaolin.

Zhou Xiaolin was not as good at fighting as Zhang Chi, but there were a lot of street fights, so he could still fight them a little bit for the time being.With Zhou Xiaolin's help, Zhang Chi is not so tired.

Zhang Chi looked at the back door and found that the door was open, but no one rushed in.While fighting the man, he turned his gaze to Zhou Xiaolin.

Although he had a gun on him, with his temperament, he wouldn't dare to kill someone even if he had ten guts.

Xiao Lin said dully: "I, I knocked them out, and used ether, ether... um." He suffered from pain, and was punched in the right shoulder,

He swung his stick just in time to knock one of them to the ground.He took the opportunity to take two steps back, pulled out a gun from his coat, and pointed it straight at them.

"Let's go." Zhou Xiaolin's face turned a little ferocious, as if he had exhausted all his strength and said to Zhang Chi, "If you don't go, neither of us will be able to go."

"week……"

"Boss," Zhou Xiaolin cut off his words, smiling uglier than crying, "Can you let me help you once, don't let me... I spent a lot of time looking for you, but in the end I was arrested."

At this moment, Zhang Chi gritted his teeth and ran out towards the back door.

The man frowned, and wanted to chase him out, but Zhou Xiaolin pointed a gun at his head.

"You dare to take a step." Zhou Xiaolin said harshly.

This is what it feels like not to be afraid of death.

-

Zhang Chi escaped.

He didn't know where he ran. There were trees on all sides, and an empty road in front of him. Not to mention cars, he didn't see many people. It was desolate and remote.

He was tired and subconsciously knelt on the ground, panting, and clenched his trousers tightly with his hands, causing wrinkles on the sides.

He looked back, but there was no one there.He felt a little dizzy, the end of the road and the sky seemed to be slowly merging into one, like a breathless vortex.

In his situation, if someone catches up, he probably won't be able to resist for a long time.

After he had enough rest, he stood up and continued walking, and saw a small shop open on the left side of the road.

It is an old couple in their 80s and [-]s who are in business.

When Zhang Chi entered, his face was covered with bruises, his lips were dry, and his clothes were covered with dirt. He looked fierce and embarrassed, like a tall villain, and frightened the old couple.

Zhang Chi tried his best to keep his attitude a little better, "Hi, can I borrow a phone to make a call?"

Upon hearing this, the old man stood up immediately, and pulled his wife to stand behind him.

Zhang Chi smiled wryly, and now he has been reduced to the point where he is regarded as a bad guy who came to rob.

He took a step forward and said, "I just need to make a phone call, it won't hurt you."

His wife threw the phone over tremblingly, and Zhang Chi said warmly, "Thank you."

He took his mobile phone and called Ah Chen.