The black-bellied old man is completely broken

"I'll say it again, get out!"

Damn, even if you can't beat Gu Liangcheng, don't believe it, you can't beat you little scumbags?

Wang Qian held the two skateboards tightly in his hands and made a defensive posture.

Huang Mao had seen Gu Liangcheng's speed before, and was afraid that this person was also a hidden Lianjiazi, so he gestured to Lan Mao to make him attack from behind.

But he opened his arms and walked towards Wang Qian with a smile: "Little baby, don't be afraid, the brothers will make you happy!"

"I love your mother!"

Wang Qian was so angry that he hated hearing the word cool the most, because when that bastard Gu Liangcheng was on the bed, what he liked to say the most was: baby, don't clamp it so tightly, relax, I will make you feel good ...

It was really cool, so cool that he was abandoned in the heavy rain after the white fuck, and his favorite skateboard was destroyed, he was exposed to the cold, and he was pestered by gangsters!

So cool that I want to sing out loud!

The moment Huang Mao's fingertips touched his arm, Wang Qian swung the skateboard violently, with eyes of disbelief, and hit Huang Mao's face with the skateboard!

Huang Mao is not stupid, he dodges with a short body, and Lan Mao takes the opportunity to hug Wang Qian's waist. A contest between justice and evil is staged on the street where the rain is pouring.

……

Gu Liangcheng had already driven more than ten kilometers away.

The heavy rain and thunder made him distraught.

He hates rain, especially the night of lightning and thunder, and only likes the quiet night under the moonlight.

Just like the lingering green silk, the fair-skinned, beautiful and quiet Wang Qian.

The blue pupil was already dimmed, and he glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, and suddenly there was one person missing in the back seat, which felt very strange.

It's like taking a shit and remembering that you didn't bring paper...

With such heavy rain and such fierce thunder, would he be struck by lightning?

Fuck, he's not a fool, won't he take a taxi back?

But is there a car on that road?Ring Road Uh, will he meet any bad guys?

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he was, he simply turned the front of the car and turned back. The car behind him was almost rear-ended by his sudden U-turn, and was pressing down on the window glass and yelling at him.

He didn't care, and rushed back to the place where Wang Qian was left behind with a few kicks of the accelerator.

It's a pity that at the scene of the crime, there were only two corpses of broken skateboards, pieces of clothes torn off, and the bloody smell diluted by the heavy rain!

Holding a transparent umbrella in one hand, Gu Liangcheng squatted down slowly, picked up a swollen cigarette butt from the stagnant water, sniffed it to the tip of his nose, closed his eyebrows, and turned around to get into the car.

But as soon as he opened the car door, he glanced at the body dripping on the skateboard again, his brows became more disturbed, he quickly picked it up, threw it into the trunk, and then returned to the cab.

The slender jade hand took out a phone and called Wang Qian first, but there was only a beeping blind tone on the other end.

Squinting his light blue eyes, he dialed another number. The deep voice was exceptionally pleasant, but revealed an undeniable majesty of the king: "Within 5 minutes, the Huanshan Highway half an hour ago, and now monitoring!"

……

Wang Qian was taken by those gangsters to a warehouse full of sundries.

People have passed out.

The eyes were sealed with strips of black cloth, and there was a bloody hole on the left forehead. The bright red blood dripped down the hairline, staining the drenched plaid shirt, half of the face was severely swollen, and it looked horrible. .

The yellow hair and the blue hair also took some color, but compared to Wang Qian's injury, it is a little witch and a big witch with soy milk.

Several people took off their wet shirts, and Lan Mao kicked Wang Qian who was on the ground, "Fuck, this kid is quite tough, and we were all injured! Boss, what are you doing now?"

Huang Mao took a deep breath, covered his face that was also swollen from the beating, and smiled sinisterly: "Wake him up first, and treat the wound to him, otherwise it will be unappetizing to play later!"

Lan Mao ordered the others to fetch a bucket of cold water and poured it on Wang Qian's face and body. He quickly regained consciousness, but his eyes were completely dark.

She was so angry that she scolded her, her hands were tied behind her back, and she could only kick her legs.

A few gangsters stepped forward to hold him down, Lan Mao casually found a piece of rag to cover his head, tied a bow tie, and wiped the blood off his face indiscriminately.

Huang Mao got a few bottles of water and poured them into his mouth.

Bottle after bottle was poured until he couldn't hold it any longer, and several people laughed and let go. Huang Mao pulled his hair and dragged him to a pure black leather sofa.

Then they lined up and took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the people on the sofa!

Wang Qian only felt that his headache was about to split, and his stomach was round and round, as if it was about to explode, and the swelling was extremely uncomfortable.

He wanted to get up, but struggled a few times, his legs became weaker and weaker, and some unbearable itching came from deep in his bones, itching so much that he wanted to go crazy.

He, who is already a human being, knows that this is a sign of a serious desire to vent, and he wants to go to the toilet soon. The two kinds of discomfort are staged alternately in his body, driving him crazy.

Her immature face was also flushed red, but her hands were tied behind her back, and she could only kneel on the sofa in a humiliating posture.

A few gangsters laughed and clapped their hands, "It's starting to attack!"

Lan Mao suggested: "You can untie the rope for him!"

Huang Mao smiled and motioned for him to go, "Let's see who he pounces on first, and whoever will go first."

"Hahaha, Boss really knows how to play!" Several other people echoed.

Lan Mao quickly untied the rope, and Wang Qian tore off the black cloth between his eyes. His vision was completely blurred, and he could only vaguely distinguish the messy and dirty environment around him, as well as a few laughing young men with colored hair.

He gritted his teeth and got up, swaying towards the door in a trance, the blue hair wanted to catch him, but the yellow hair smiled and said: "No, this kid is quite stubborn, let's see how long he can last!"

Several people laughed again, raised their mobile phones and kept taking pictures of Wang Qian.

When he reached the door, his legs were too weak, he fell to the ground as if he was drunk, and wanted to get up again, but he was powerless and unwilling to be humiliated, so he could only crawl forward.

The physiological reaction has been stretched to the limit, he dare not let his stomach stick to the ground, he can only clamp his legs to tighten his stomach, twisting on the ground like a snake.

Huangmao kicked his ass maliciously.

The nerves that were so easily tense were kicked even more uncomfortable, and tears finally fell down, but he didn't want to be ruined by these gangsters, so he covered his stomach and screamed: "Ah, help, who will save me?" help me……"

"Hahaha, baby, don't be stubborn, you just follow my brothers!" Huang Mao bent down and squatted down to pick his chin.