Evil Awe-Inspiring 55 Been Sent To The Police Station

Then he looks at Nanny's face and can't help but be shocked.

Perhaps every man can see such a beauty as Nanny, who has such a moment of absence. The men behind the John, without exception, can't help but fix their eyes on her either. The triviality and drooling in their eyes are not hidden at all.

If the eyes can eat people, I'm afraid Nanny has already been swallowed up with bones.

"Oh! Brother little 5! Where did you find such a high quality woman? I heard that you are not working in club now. Where are you making a fortune now? With such a good woman, why don't you introduce her to brothers here? The chief gigolo couldn't help licking his lips, swallowing the saliva, and his eyes are even more unscrupulous: "With our old relations.h.i.+p, we are sure to support! Come on, what price is for this beauty to coming out? We've got a couple of brothers here. She can stay with us all tonight."

As Nanny's capacity, there's no one ever dare to tell such almost shameless words to her? Suddenly her face changed greatly.

My face is sinking, I turn my head up, and I gaze at him coldly. "It's you! I heard you have left the city. When did you return? Is the South side fun?" Ignoring the embarra.s.sment on his face, I say, "I heard that you have recently resumed your old business. Ah, is it hard to work? I heard that the price of gigolos in South is pretty good. You can go back there to spend your rest life!"

"f.u.c.k!" Suddenly he bursts into a rage, his face full of rage, cracking, and slapping hard on the table. The simple table is shaking and almost crushed. The roast fish on the table jumps up. He cries fiercely: "Chen Yang! You think you have the right to play with me! Heh, you don't think I don't know, you has been swept away by Juan. He has also left here, sold the business and don't know where to hide. You think you're still the brother little 5? Do you think you still have capitals to be furious anymore? f.u.c.k it!"

In his rage, he's reaching for my dress collar.

Probably this guy is too angry to forget who I am, such a junk even dare to touch me!

I reach out my hands and block his hand and sneering, "John, do you want to calculate the old account?"

"Don't s.h.i.+t! I was broken one hand. I'll cut off your two claws today!"

"Good!" I shout. A hand is lightning like holding out his wrist. This kind of capture tactics, how can he resist? Under the pain, his body is softened. I push the whole arm on the table! The other hand has already grabbed a few iron needles on the table, which used to stick with chicken wings, sticking them from the back of his hand.

"Ah!!!"

He is uttering a pig-killing scream. His palm is pierced by the iron needles. The needles has plunged into the table and nailed his whole hand.

Before men behind him react, I have grasped his shoulder and have his shoulder joint off.

This time he can't even cry, but eyes goes straight, and he has pa.s.sed out.

The four men in the back are obviously fight often too. Seeing how fierce I am, they do not shrink back at all. They are shouting and rus.h.i.+ng towards. Someone is grabbing a beer bottle from the adjacent table, others grabbing a faldstool.

They rush toward me and hit me at the same time. I didn't have any room for evasive. I'm a pretty good fighter, but not mean I can be the kind of Superman who wears underwear outside! Four people surround me, I am a bit unable to handle, simply grit my teeth, let a faldstool hit on the back, which makes me a shock, the back pains almost lost feeling. At the same time, I plunge into the arms of the nearest man in front of me, slam his shoulder against his ribs, and lift his elbow with a sudden. I hit him on the chin, and he is horrific screaming in pain.

In general, the jaw is. .h.i.t, which makes people lose the ability to respond in a short time. I take advantage of his distracted effort, push him in front of the other three people, and at the same time grab Nanny, pus.h.i.+ng her to the door direction. I shout to her "Run!"

She is pushed into a staggering way, her eyes fill with anxiety, and screaming, "You run, quickly!"

d.a.m.n! Stupid woman! I run? They have several people, how can I just run to sell my back to them when I turn around?

There is a whirl of wind behind me. Instinctively on one side of my body, I step back and the man behind me smas.h.i.+ng an empty beer bottle with his arm in his hand, but I just avoid his fist and catch his arm and lift it on my shoulder. I won't stop at this time, squeeze his arm and twist it hard.

With a click, the man's elbow has been twisted and dislocated by me, and I have held him and rush back, and then kick him hard on the head. His scream is only half loud, then stopped. He has pa.s.sed out too.

But I also paid a price for it. A guy next to me hit on my head with a bottle.

I'm only feeling a "Buzz" in my ear, and pains on the top of my head.

Fx.x.x! Hit my head again! How many times have I been beaten on head these days?!

"d.a.m.n it!" I'm roaring, turn around, twist my waist, clench my fists, and take a sudden step forward, breathing out and shout out!

With a touch, I hit the chest with a punch on the guy who shot my head with a bottle.

It's a very powerful boxing skill.

Just hear two click sounds. don't know how many of his ribs are broken. He opens his mouth and spewing blood! Then he falls to the ground and flas.h.i.+ng more blood from his mouth.

Several other guests in the shop are already stunned. Seeing me punch him lying on the ground spraying blood, suddenly a fat woman is screaming: "Killing people, help!!!"

To be honest, I'm not hurt too badly, and my head is only a little sore, but the woman's scream gives me a startle. The other guests are suddenly jumping up and running out to the door.

The last man, who is holding a faldstool on his hand, watching me take care of his three companions just with bare hands. He couldn't help chilly and fl.u.s.tering in eyes. He is wondering whether he should continue to rush up or retreat.

I wipe the blood on my face. d.a.m.n, that guy I just knocked down, his blood has sprayed on my face.

Suddenly the guy shouts, raises his hand and throw the faldstool to me. I dodge, and while I am just moving, I feel bad in my heart. Nanny is hiding in behind me. My body just moves, and the stool is flying towards her.

Fortunately, the guy's punctuality is really not so good. Instead, the stool does not hit her, but it knocks down a table beside. She is groaning and squatting down with a painful look on her face.

It turns out that the table has fallen apart and pressed onto her toes.

She is wearing a pair of exquisite open-toed high-heeled shoes tonight, the original delicate small thumb is pressed, immediately blood is flowing out. Looking at her squatting down and screaming painfully, I feel an unexplained pain in my heart, as if there is a bra.s.s named Reason suddenly broke!

I throw myself to the guy in two steps. He kicks me to the stomach. I look terrible, yelling, hug his thigh, and with a swing of strength, he flies out sideways, knocks down a table, and without waiting for him to stand up, I grab him by the collar of his clothes. After lifting it, I hit him on the bridge of the nose.

His nose bone suddenly broke and blood is flas.h.i.+ng out. I don't care and raise my hand and punch him again. I knock out three front teeth this time. My knuckles are cracked. The guy is as soft as a puddle of mud. I hold his chin in both hands, then slowly lower him down, lift my right knee and strike up...

Bang!

This guy is. .h.i.t right on the face by my knee. I'm afraid he'll need a better cosmetic surgeon after tonight. Because I feel that his nose is almost sunk in by me.

Then a blood line comes out of the air, and the man finally falls down.

I look at the five people, including the chief gigolo on the ground, slightly gasping.

After all, I had a broken arm at home for a month without exercising. I obviously feel a little regressive. Nanny is still crouching behind me, but she seems to forget the pain on her feet. She stares round and looks at me in horror.

I know I might look a little scary now. My face is covered with blood and my gla.s.ses are red. A handsome face is somewhat twisting with cruel. Clothes are mess up and there are bloodstains on s.h.i.+rt.

Without saying a word, I walk to the chief gigolo and stand beside him, looking at him carefully.

Well, last time, he was broken a leg. It's the left leg or right leg? It looks like the right leg.

I kick him, flattened his left leg, lift it, take a deep breath, and stomp down the bone of it!

"Ah!!!!!!!!" Suddenly burst out a tragic shriek from the shop. Fainting John is awakened by pain. His snivel and tears are all over the face. I stamp his leg, feeling that did not break his leg, lift the stool on the ground beside him, is about to smash down...

"Chen Yang! No!"

Behind me comes a cry of alarm from Nanny. I look back and see that Nanny had barely stands up, her right hand is covering her mouth in surprise and looking at me in horror.

She must be frightened by my cold-blooded look.

I snort, throw away the stool on my hand, kick him again, and then come to Nanny. Slowly squatting down, reaching for a slight touch on the wound on her toes, ask her with a soft voice, "Do you feel pain?"

Nanny seems has never seen so much blood. She is already frightened to look pale and shaky. She could not help moaning and her legs are soft. I quickly hold her body, and whisper, "OK, it's okay now!"

Her voice is trembling: "You... You look terrifying just now... You... " She takes a deep breath and says with cry: "You... Are you all right? You have a lot of blood on your head... "

I hold her hand touching my head and say, "it's not my blood. It's theirs."

She does not rest a.s.sured, checking my body. I was smashed on the head by a bottle, rubbed a little skin, in addition, it seems that my head injured several times, but more and more exercise make it "stronger".

I was also hurt by a stool behind my back. There might be some muscle injuries and nothing else.

Nanny relaxes her tone, but her face changes slightly. "You... You were terrible just now. How did you strike them so hard?"

I raise my eyebrows, smiled coldly and stared John who's lying on the ground: "you said him... Well, this sc.u.m, I've long wanted to clean him up by hand. Pity it's impossible to kill him!

I let go of her and stride behind the counter of the shop. Behind the counter there is a young waitress, too frightened to hide behind and dare not come out. She sees me walking toward her, face is pale with fear.

I smear the blood on my face and say softly in a peaceful voice: "little sister, do you have paper towels?"

Then I take the paper towel that the waitress hands me with trembling hands and go to Nanny. I squat down and carefully and gently wipe the blood off her toes.

Her toes are small, milky, pinky and delicate. And her ankles are round and glittering. There is no any flaw in them. It seems that she pays great attention to the maintenance of her details every day.

But now there's a slight wound in the thumb. The pink muscles in the wound come out and slowly bleed out.

I look at it and realize that she wasn't hurt so serious, but as the saying, fingers and toes are direct linking to the heart. If the toe hurts, people feel more painful than any other part of the body.

Any of my movement is as gentle as possible. Nanny seems to be shocked by me, as if silly, so foolishly watching me squat under her skirt to wipe her wounds. Then I ignore her exclamation and hold her in a transverse way.

She keep whispering, seemingly trying to struggle, but hesitates a little, and finally smoothly hugs my neck.

I walk out of the restaurant with her in my arms and say lightly, "Need to worry. That's how I held you when you were drunk at home this afternoon."

We just step outside, and a patrol of policemen come, and suddenly stop before the restaurant's door. Two policemen jump out of the car and look at me in amazement. Then a waiter, bold enough, points at me and shouting, "It's him, it's him."

They are stunned. "Who was calling the police just now?"

A male waiter who is standing in the middle cowardly says: "Me..."

"Stand still, do not go!" A policeman stops me. Then another listen to the descriptions of several waiters and goes in to see the five people lying on the floor.

"Boy, you are tough enough!" The policeman next to me is in his thirties, and looks at me with a slightly sullen. "Come back with us."

I know I can't run.

I don't know how many times I have experienced from be taken to the police station because of fighting. Besides, when I was fighting with them, I have thought about it.

This thing can't be easily finished. If I hit him, it would be useless to run away. John knows me!

"My friend's feet were hurt by them. Can you send her to the hospital?"

The policeman looks at me with a cold look, but then he sees Nanny's face clearly. He is slightly shocked and says, "Yes, if you go with me, she will stay here with my colleagues. In a few minutes, the car will come and take your friends and the others to the hospital together."

Nanny immediately objects, she does not want to let me go to the police station alone, but I convince her to go to the hospital first, and I tell her that I have nothing on my body, need her help to go back to the company to get my government ID.

When I went to work this morning, I took the ID to the company and gave the Penny to do some registration and records. Then I left it in my drawer.

Now thinking of it, I suddenly feel a strange feeling in my heart... Fortunately, the ID is in the company, if it is at home...

I am not so much want Nanny to go to my house. Because I don't want her to see Didi and little moneygrubber there.

This idea is weird. It's just flas.h.i.+ng through my mind.

Nanny is convinced by me and tells me something that she would go to the police station to look for me later.

I follow the policeman into the police car, there is a young policeman in uniform sitting on the seat, sees me pushed in, just a faint look at me. He asks that policeman pushed me in: "Song, how's the situation inside?"

That Song curls his lips, sits down and says, "Nothing but fighting. There are a couple of men lying inside. They seem to be badly hurt. I have left Sielth here waiting for the ambulances and maintaining the scene. Let's take this boy back first." Then he glares at me: "Boy, you sit upright!"

I know the police usually have this tone. Actually, we can't blame them. It's a professional needs.

Police officers often deal with people of all kinds, and it is difficult to shock them if they are not a bit fierce.

In a word, I have got used to it.

The policeman drives to the nearest district police station. On the way, the policeman names Song's phone is suddenly ringing. He answers the phone and whispers a few words. After hanging up the phone, he looks at me strangely.

Suddenly there is an odd smile on his face: "Boy, you are tough enough. But you don't know that you're in trouble."

Trouble?

I hum.

When we get into the police station, they take me into a room without even taking notes. The policeman Song hands me over to another man. They talk in a low voice for some words. They look at me quickly from time to time, with some sympathy and helplessness in their eyes.

Then I am locked in the room... Besides, I don't even have a stool.

The policeman who succeeds Song looks much more fierce. He takes out a pair of handcuffs and directly locks me on the radiator in the room.

Because the position is very low, I need to squat down. I'm unable to stand up or sit down. This posture is very uncomfortable.

Obviously, he's deliberately setting me up.

I have some doubts.

Has John had some backgrounds?

Impossible! After all, he had worked with me for quite a long time. I know almost everything about him.

But later, I just know that the guy who finally be broken nose and knocked out the teeth, is a relative of someone in the police station.

Fx.x.x!

I am alone in the room, handcuffed to the radiator, have been squatting for half an hour. I bent and legs squat, my body numbs soon. I become more and more irritating. I have cried a few times, but unfortunately no one replies.

Finally, half an hour later, the door opens and two policemen in uniform come in. One is carrying notebooks and paper on hand, and the other one looks at me with a grim look. I feel a bit unkind from his eyes.