Chapter 1089

Chen Ming was very depressed: "who wants to kill me?"

As the son of the richest man in Los Angeles, he has lived very carefree these years.

He ate, drank and had fun every day. His childhood was very moist. No one had such a black hand on him.

The world has always been a beautiful place where doves fly peacefully and flowers bloom.

Why did someone suddenly want to kill him?

Yang Song: "you'll know when you catch someone."

After asking, Yang Song didn't stay long and left with Mr. and Mrs. Chen Dahai.

The car broke down unexpectedly before I got to the villa from the Chen family.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang. There are two burst tires and only one spare tire. The car can't drive. Take a break and I'll call you a car." It's Xiao Qi, the driver of the Chen family.

"You call someone to repair the car. Don't worry about me." Yang Song accompanied him until the car repairer came. He took the initiative to say that it was not far from home. He walked back.

It's only a kilometer's road. It's nothing for Yang Song.

It's like a trot.

On the way home, Yang Song deliberately walked around the path, a wicker path without street lights.

After a few steps, it was blocked by people.

There were fifteen or six people with iron bars in front of and behind them.

"Yo! Isn't this the legendary brother song? Why did he come to our house?"

The leader had a bare arm and a big green dragon tattooed on his shoulder. Standing under the only street lamp, he opened his mouth and revealed a black gap without front teeth. It was not terrible, but a little 250.

"Brothers, say hello to brother song. Don't let people say we don't understand etiquette!"

He smiled and raised the steel rod in his hand.

Yang Song reached out and touched his back. He held the kitchen knife in his hand, straight forward and waved it.

A kitchen knife cuts a steel stick.

Bang!

The steel bar is divided into two.

"Mom, come on, I don't believe in evil!"

"Lying in the trough, dare to do something to our boss and break his five legs!"

Can't they get a Yang Song with so many people?

A group of people rushed up waving steel bars.

Yang Song waved a kitchen knife, dodged left and right in the crowd, and waved a knife at each steel rod.

Crackling, banging, banging

Under contact, the steel rod broke at the sound, and they were also attacked. The back neck, spine, waist and legs were bent. Everyone was so accurate and heinous.

Yang Song has no pressure on his eyes in the dark, and his body method is like a ghost.

Soon, under the shadow of willows, people fell to the ground, crying and howling, which was terrible.

Yang Song piled them all up with a small monster in his hand. Of course, the eldest brother with a green dragon is at the bottom.

But most of his tattoo fell off now, and the faucet was sweating away.

"Chef Yang, boss Yang, I can't stack any more. I can't stand it!"

"I'm on my knees. Please forgive me!"

Big brother, with a runny nose and tears, began to sell miserably.

Yang Song weighed the man in his hand: "really can't pile any more."

It's unrealistic to pile it up.

So he piled three piles.

The lowest ones are the ones in front.

The top one is hiding behind and trying to make up for the number.

Yang Song piled up the people and changed them intermittently several times.

"Your weight is too inconsistent."

He likes three more even piles.

"Or if you have more orders, I can put up a seven star pile."

Once dressed in a green dragon and white tiger sashimi, carrying a steel rod and dyed hair, a little punk.

Tears in the wind.

Numb egg, it's too bullying.

Yang song called the police in front of them.

"What are you doing? Run!"

There is only one Yang Song among so many of them. I don't believe he can't run out.

Yang Song's ghost figure attacked again.

The blade is sharp and charming in the night.

Miso

"Where are my pants?"

"NIMA, stay away from me. Where can you touch it?"

There was a wind.

"I feel a little cold!"

"It's cold all over, especially below."

"Brother, we won't be castrated, will we?"

"No, No."

The knife technique of paoding jieniu came out of the mountain again.

The crowd trembled in the early autumn wind.

"Not this time." Yang Songdao.

Then, in the tone of telling ghost stories, he asked, "doesn't mean there will be no next time. Do you want to try?"

"No, we don't!" Scared to cry, scared to pee.

Yang Song was very satisfied: "can you run?"

Holding clothes broken into noodles, they dare not run away and are unwilling to wait to be caught.

Yang Song took the nylon rope and asked, "is this for me?"

No one dares to say yes.

"There are gunny bags. They are well prepared. They are worthy of being professionals."

The naked group of people across the street dare not make a sound.

"Ask you, am I right?" The knife in his hand was shiny.

"Yes, brother song, you're right."

"Don't just call brother song. We don't know each other well. You haven't been to my store to eat."

"Yes, boss Yang."

"Sensible!"

Yang Song asked again, "it's not the first time I've done this so professionally?"

I dare not make a noise again.

"If I pile you up now, won't it look bad? I always feel that you want to run."

Big green dragon was the first to open and put down.

"Yes, boss Yang, it's not the first time we've done this job. You're the 16th person we've blocked. Eight of them don't use sacks. Just give a warning. Counting you, there are four in total. You have to pack sacks and take them away and throw them to the garbage station outside the city."

Sure enough, the business is very skilled.

"Why throw it to the garbage station?"

"We will strip away all the people. The sack is a loose knot and dare not kill the dead. However, the man climbed out of the sack and had no money. It will take at least one day to return to the city."

Before Yang Song asked, they took the initiative to explain clearly:

"Generally, people who do this are to delay the person, let him miss something, or let us take some photos..."

Yang Song understood.

"It seems that my destination should also be the garbage station outside the city."

"Don't dare, boss Yang. I keep the phone of the person who is harmful to you, his photos and call recordings in my mobile phone."

Big Qinglong looks reckless and likes to leave things alone.

He also had to guard against those who came to him to do business.

Yang Song found his mobile phone, turned it over a few times, and saw a familiar person inside. He was also familiar with the call recording.

He sent a recording to himself and didn't save a picture.

"Come on, tie yourself up." Yang Song handed over the nylon rope: "they are all good brothers. A rope for life. Tie it well. Don't play tricks, or it will be your new destination."

Yang Song pointed to the shady willow tops.

It just doesn't look very strong. If it is hung up, it may fall down almost 100%.

All the people beat up the spirit: "don't dare, we don't dare to run."

Isn't it happy to be a complete adult? Why not?

Yang Song was still in the mood to chat with them.

"Why do you say people always like to retaliate? They still use such an extreme way."

Don't think too much about the psychological shadow of those who were attacked in the middle of the night, as well as being stripped away, stuffed into sacks and thrown into the garbage station.

What will they miss.

Nothing else, Yang Song will have a challenge tomorrow.

If he does not appear, Baifeng Pavilion and his reputation will not be hit lightly.

"Is it really good to retaliate without principle?" Yang Song asked again.

I still dare not speak.

"You made me unable to go home so late. Do I have to wait for you to come out and I will retaliate?"

Strangely, Yang Song's tone was full of discussion.

The non mainstream punks in the opposite side burst into tears: NIMA, does it seem to refuse?

The moonlight is hazy, the street lamps are dim, and the wicker is from time to time

Sirens sounded and red and blue lights warmed the night.

Yang Song raised his hand and shouted, "Mr. policeman, I'm the victim. I called the police."

Under the willow tree, fifteen people living on a rope burst into tears:

Actually, we are the victims.

The police finally came.

The first time I heard the siren sound so kind, it's really the most beautiful sound in the world.