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The bald brother Shao stood still in front of Gu Qingchi, took a deep puff of the cigarette, and threw the remaining half on the ground without crushing it.

Gu Qingchi frowned, and just about to ask the other party why he came, the bald man blew a puff of smoke on Gu Qingchi's face.

Unprepared, Gu Qingchi was choked, stepped back half a step, coughed violently twice, raised his hand to disperse the smoke in front of him.

It was obvious that the bald head was deliberately provoking trouble, but Gu Qingchi really couldn't remember when he provoked the bald head.

The bald head spoke one step ahead of him, "Do you still remember me?"

Gu Qingchi frowned slightly and shook his head. He didn't speak, and took another half step back. The smell of alcohol and smoke on his bald body made him almost throw up.

"You don't even know us Brother Shao." Behind the bald man in black, his tone was full of provocation, as if the next sentence was about to pop out, you are courting death.

The bald man narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, "Do you remember?"

Gu Qingchi's eyes first caught sight of a green dragon. From this dragon, it can be seen that this bald man used to be a thin man, and his thick arms supported the slender green dragon from a flat surface to a three-dimensional one.

There is a four to five centimeter long scar on Qinglong's belly, the color is relatively light, it is estimated that the injury was not serious at the time, it is not obvious at first glance, but it is this shallow scar that made Gu Qingchi's pupils startled, and instantly remembered this number figure.

Because this scar was drawn by him himself.

That was several months ago, when Squint was about to deliver food, a tire blew out on the way, and he was asked to help deliver food.

This bastard was not bald at the time, and because of some quarrels, the two of them started fighting. At first, Gu Qingchi wanted to teach him a lesson and make him speak more respectfully.

Unconvinced, the bald head pulled out a folding knife from his body and stabbed Gu Qingchi in the stomach. Gu Qingchi grabbed his arm and grabbed the knife with his backhand.

He scratched his arm during the fight with the bald head. Gu Qingchi wanted to argue with him to lose money, but suddenly two men with vicious looks rushed out of the bathroom.

He realized that this matter was not easy to solve, so he ran away.

Gu Qingchi didn't expect that after such a long time, this person could still recognize him.

That's the bad thing about being outstanding.

This was originally a trivial matter, maybe it was because of drinking, or maybe it was because he wanted to show his prestige in front of a few younger brothers. Obviously, the bald head wanted revenge.

Gu Qingchi didn't want to cause trouble, and wanted to just pretend he didn't know him and run away, but his bald figure flickered, blocking his way, "What's the matter? Are you scared now?"

Gu Qingchi chewed the mints in his mouth and stared at the row of people behind the bald head.

Nothing else, he was afraid that he would be choked to death by mints if he started to fight.

To be honest, behind the bald head there are several people who are drunk, their eyes are erratic, they can't even stand firmly, and they can probably lie on the ground snoring with a kick, so they have no combat effectiveness at all.

After a rough estimate, the only ones who can move their hands are the four eyes in front who haven't completely lost their eyesight.

The body shape is the same as the bald head, and the stomach is the most three-dimensional part of the whole body.

Although he was fat, Gu Qingchi had fought against the bald head before, so he knew that he was not weak. If there was a real fight, he might not be able to gain the upper hand.

"I'm afraid of death." Gu Qingchi looked around and found that there was no surveillance in the lobby. For the sake of mints, Gu Qingchi didn't want to embarrass the clerk, so he offered to go outside to solve the problem.

"It's windy outside, let's deal with it inside." The bald head kicked over a chair beside him, and the flesh on his face trembled, "I just want to slash your little face like this. Even if it's over."

"You're dreaming." Gu Qingchi picked up the round table beside him and threw it at the bald head, gritted his teeth and pushed hard, and the row of people behind the bald head took several steps back.

Gu Qingchi raised his leg to make up his foot, bald and staggered and sat on the ground, and the people behind hurriedly helped him.

The girl at the front desk let out an "ah", covered her mouth and stood there in a daze.

Gu Qingchi took advantage of the gap of two seconds to bypass the group of people and rush towards the door. When he touched the doorknob, someone grabbed the hat of his clothes.

Gu Qingchi turned slightly sideways and gave him an elbow. The man not only did not let go, but even hugged his body.

A doorman who was standing at the door wished they could get out quickly, so he pushed the door open for him.

Gu Qingchi struggled twice, and the person behind him clung to him as if he had wiped 502, and the smell of alcohol was not clean.

"Fuck." Gu Qingchi cursed secretly, and stepped on his leather boots.

Seeing the bald head crawling up from the ground, Gu Qingchi tore off the zipper of his jacket at the speed of light and used a trick to escape.

When he ran out, he heard someone shouting inside, "Who the hell dares to call the police!?"

Behind him came the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground and hurried footsteps. Gu Qingchi didn't turn his head, and based on the sound, he could feel that there should be three people chasing him.

There are some clothing stores and snack bars around the KTV, which are basically closed.

There are no street lights on this street, except for the doors of a few foot bath shops, there are almost no other lights, let alone pedestrians.

Gu Qingchi's mobile phone was in his pocket outside, so he couldn't call the police. No one would be able to hear him calling for help. Even if he heard it, it was more likely that he would stand in a safe distance and watch the movie with a dazed expression.

The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and it felt like they were about to press against his back.

The cold air pouring into his nose sent a chill down his spine, his heart pounded, and the sound of howling wind and bald-headed cursing could be heard in his ears.

"Fuck. How dare you run away!" The bald head threw a bottle of shochu that he took along when he went out, and threw it on Gu Qingchi's back.

The night was hazy, and because he drank a lot of wine, the bald man lost his aim when he threw the wine bottle out.

Seeing the wine bottle hit the back of Gu Qingchi's head with a "bang", the pupils of the three chasing him dilated instantly.

The wine bottle fell to the ground, alcohol and broken glass splashed on Gu Qingchi's trouser legs.

Lu Qingchi's eyes darkened, he staggered and almost fell to his knees.

Heart-piercing pain invaded, and the strength in the legs weakened instantly.

His heart was beating wildly, and he tried his best to move his legs, but found that he couldn't move at all. His body seemed to be nailed in place, and his throat was a little tight.

He covered the back of his head and looked back, and a black shadow rushed towards him.

Gu Qingchi dodged sideways, but his eyes suddenly lost focus, his head was blank, and his bones seemed to be falling apart, and he couldn't exert any strength.

The dull pain in the back of his head seemed to paralyze his internal organs.

The sound of music in the box never stopped, and the lights above the head kept changing colors, turning into tiny circles of light one after another floating on the wall.

After Song Yu was dragged to sing "Little Lucky", he fell back to the sofa, grabbed the phone on the table, and saw a voice message from Gu Qingchi.

He greeted his colleagues, walked out of the box, and turned on the voice.

"I'm already at the door. The movie I just watched was so funny. I'll watch it again with you tomorrow."

Hearing Gu Qingchi's laughter, Song Yu's mouth turned up unconsciously, "Okay, I'm coming down now."

Song Yu walked down the stairs quickly, and saw that the hall was in a mess, as if it had just been in a scuffle.

Glass shards shattered all over the floor, a man in uniform was cleaning up, and several security guards surrounded the drunken people.

Song Yu thought to himself: Probably because he drank too much and made trouble.

I wanted to go around and pretend I didn't see it, but my eyes suddenly swept over the familiar black coat on the table.

Gu Qingchi's clothes.

Song Yu looked around, and there was no figure of Gu Qingchi in the waiting area except for the two who were drunk and collapsed on the sofa.

A girl at the front desk was on the phone, her voice trembling, "Qingyang Road Audio-Visual KTV...someone got drunk and made trouble, and knocked him out..."

Song Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he called Gu Qingchi.

The sound of gongs and drums sounded in the coat on the table.

Song Yu's expression froze, he grabbed the clothes of one of the security guards and asked, "Did you see the owner of this clothes?"

"Outside, outside." The security guard pointed to the outside, and hurriedly held down the troublemakers inside.

Lu Qingchi took several steps back in the dark night.

The three people in front of me kept approaching.

The bald head took out the lighter in his pocket and lit a cigarette unhurriedly, "Where are you going?"

Gu Qingchi breathed out with difficulty, his eyes were blurred, and his forehead and back were sweating profusely.

Mainly it hurts.

"Abolishing one of your fingers, or slashing your face, you choose." The bald man took another puff of his cigarette and blew the smoke on Gu Qingchi's face.

Either way he doesn't want to choose.

Gu Qingchi closed his eyes, his weak knees completely lost strength, and his body fell into the flower bed without stopping.

So dirty...

Gu Qingchi felt a little desperate.

The biting cold wind froze him to the point where he lost all feeling in his limbs. It wasn't until the bald man punched him several times on the ground that he felt a warm and viscous liquid dripping from between the fingers that he had covered the back of his head just now. .

This time it's over.

Song Yu's face suddenly flashed before Gu Qingchi's eyes.

He was getting scared.

He didn't know how far these people wanted to retaliate against him. If these people drank too much, they might not know how serious they were.

"Fuck, you dare to provoke me, I will let you today..." Gu Qingchi could no longer hear the words behind the bald head.

Fists as dense as raindrops hit his chest and lungs, thighs and back.

He didn't have any strength to fight back, and even his thoughts seemed to be dissipated.

His fingers and teeth trembled a little.

The back of my head felt like it was going to burn, and it hurt so badly.

Someone kicked at the waist, Gu Qingchi rolled half a circle on the ground, and when his right palm rested on the ground, a bright red blur appeared in front of his eyes.

"Gu Qingchi!"

Suddenly, he seemed to hear Song Yu's voice.

Gu Qingchi struggled to open his eyelids, and kicked him directly in the face with a thick calf.

With a painful hum in his throat, Gu Qingchi clenched his teeth and forced himself to recover a little bit of consciousness.

"You're awesome! Huh?" The bald head squatted down and pressed the cigarette butt on the back of Gu Qingchi's hand.