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    “Don’t fight! Stop fighting!”

    Playing the guitar of the beauty of the frightened and panicked holding the guitar quietly back, white boss pulled one of the hands of the man said brothers have a good talk, do not do it, give me a white face.

    As a result, Boss White was kicked three meters away.

    Xiao Xuan popped a guy in the head with a beer bottle, only to be backhanded and slapped by the guy.

    I braced myself for a head injury and wrestled with one of them, but couldn’t fight, I was too trashy to just take the loss and took several punches to the face.

    Bean Sprout Boy really fierce, he swung his hands on the stool specifically towards the head of the people smashed, not at all to stay strong, the other side of the stool legs hit the back of the head, lying on the spot, bleeding on the ground.

    Doublestar was also injured, a pussy knife hidden in a forced hand, Doublestar was slashed several times and the blood that flowed stained most of his shirt.

    Xiao Xuan is a girl after all, and I’m not good in a fight, plus the other side had twice as many people as us, and we ended up being held down on the ground.

    The Rainbow Tavern was a mess, with tables and chairs lying all over the place and broken bottles flying everywhere.

    “Little …… kid’s pretty fierce,” said the long-haired one, stomping his foot on the back of Beanpole’s head.

    Beanpole reached out to fight back, and was then stomped on the head by the long hair.

    I had blood all over my face and my eye was swollen, and I was carried up on a frame.

    Long hair twisted his head to look at me and said, “I asked you where our stuff is.”

    I opened my mouth weakly and said I recognized the wrong person.

    “And you’re still fucking tough!” Long hair gripped my hair and slapped me twice more.

    Instead, his two slaps cleared my head a bit and I yuked and spat in his face.

    “Grass!” Long hair kicked me in the stomach and it hurt.

    “Brother Yang, one of our brothers is hurt pretty badly, we need to go to the hospital quickly, damn, this kid did it,” the man said and kicked Bean Sprout Boy again.

    Long hair wiped the spit from his face and said, “Take it to the warehouse.”

    A few people then set me up and walked outside, Xiao Xuan was dragged by her hair as she cried out in pain.

    “Can’t go! You can’t leave!” Boss White’s glasses broke as he blocked the exit and shouted I’ve called the police, you can’t take people away.

    Boss White doesn’t look like he’s going to fight, and as a result, he’s been put in again.

    When we came out we were being escorted to a Gold Cup.

    The blood on my head was flowing down to my neck, Bean Sprout Boy had fainted and he was still bleeding down from his wound, the left side of Xiao Xuan’s face was swollen and she was shaking with fear as she held my hand and Bean Sprout Boy’s.

    “Hey boss, those boys got it, and one of our brothers is hurt.”

    “Yes, yes, I know.”

    Long hair hung up the phone, turned his head and said to the driving: “Stop, Xiaolong you take a taxi to send Xiaoluizi to the clinic to sew down the needle, remember not to go to the hospital, give more money.”

    “I know Brother Shin.” The man helped the other man, whose head was cracked open, out of the gold cup.

    There were now only two people left in the other car, but Beanpole and I were in such bad shape that resisting wouldn’t help.

    Gold Cup car all the way to the north, on the third ring from a fork down, and drove more than twenty minutes, and finally parked in an urban village outside, that time the northern third ring near a lot of urban villages, some simply not even the name, pulling the wires, the village has a Miss mixer, the overall environment is dirty and poor.

    Two men came to meet Longhair when we entered the town center and the three of us were taken to a small warehouse.

    “Snap.” Someone turned on the light.

    The light shook blindingly, I saw the couch sitting against a man, this person is more than forty years old, eating red and fat, the shirt he wore on the upper half of his body can not strain the fat, the big fat man with a cigarette in his hand, beckoned to me.

    Immediately two men dragged me left and right.

    Big Fatty narrowed his eyes at me for a few seconds and spoke, “Know who I am? Know why I’m looking for you?”

    I shook my head with half-open eyes.

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