vrcanaries Chapter 1005 I Count 123
Chapter 1005 I Count 123
Chapter 1005 I Count One, Two, Three
Deng Guanghui was so angry that his body was shaking. He pointed at Hou Xiaobao and shouted, "Don't push me, you bastard! If you push me too far, I'll fight you!"
Hou Xiaobao swung his feet on the table and said nonchalantly, "You want to fight me? What are you going to do? There are only two of you, and I have more than a dozen men, each of whom is holding a shovel.
Are you going to fight me with your mouth?
Now I give you two options. The first is to write a letter of commitment. I will tell you what to write.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and threw out a piece of A4 printing paper.
There was a pen clipped on the paper, and under the weight of the pen, the A4 paper fell steadily at Deng Guanghui's feet.
Hou Xiaobao, cigarette in hand and eyelids drooping, looked through the gap between his two feet and landed on Deng Guanghui's face: "I told you to write, let me think about it, well, you write it like this.
Write the three words "Letter of Commitment" at the beginning, then start a new line and write "Dear Ms. Luo Shumei, I admit my mistake to you first. I was wrong. My father was in jail because he beat someone up, and I mistakenly thought he was saving people. This was wrong.
My dad deserves to be in jail.
I shouldn’t have harassed you repeatedly, let alone…”
"enough!"
Deng Guanghui couldn't bear it any longer and shouted two words at the top of his lungs.
Then, as if venting his anger and resentment, he roared, "You f*cking tried to do something bad to Luo Shumei. Luo Shumei screamed for help, so my dad intervened.
My father was a brave man who stood up for justice, and you still want to stigmatize him and ask me to write a letter of commitment. I will write your mother!
Hou Xiaobao showed disdain at the corner of his mouth: "No matter how loud you curse, it won't hurt me at all, but every time you curse, your body will endure unimaginable pain.
I also want to tell you that I had no intention of doing anything bad to Luo Shumei.
On the contrary, Luo Shumei fell in love with me.
Pursue me and want to be my girlfriend!"
Deng Guanghui roared, "You're talking nonsense! It was clearly you who forced yourself on Luo Shumei.
People passing by heard Luo Shumei's cries for help, and they later changed their story under pressure."
Hou Xiaobao smiled and said, "Luo Shumei is right here. She can tell you in person!"
Luo Shumei walked up to Hou Xiaobao with a smile, touched his face, and said to Deng Guanghui: "Mr. Hou is right, I like him and am pursuing him. We were just flirting.
Your father is blind and cannot see the truth before he takes action.
He deserves to be in jail!" Deng Guanghui felt the rage surge in his chest, as if it was about to burst through his chest. The finger he pointed at Luo Shumei trembled slightly, and his voice trembled as he spoke: "You heartless thing, you are a beast, you sent the person who saved you to jail.
Treating a beast who wants to force sex upon you as the object of your affection.
Help him get rid of the crime.
You are crazy! ! "
Luo Shumei sneered and said, "I'm not crazy at all. I make 70,000 to 80,000 yuan a month, which is ten times what you earn from running Huolala.
These days, making money is the real skill.
Can conscience be eaten?
Hou Xiaobao said impatiently, "Deng Guanghui, you keep on babbling.
I'll count to three if you don't write a letter of commitment.
I’ll have someone do it! 1~”
The mobile home suddenly became quiet.
A dozen strong men holding shovels held the shovels tightly in their hands, and pointed the shining shovels at Deng Guanghui like sharp blades.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Deng Guanghui nervously took a step towards the wall and looked at Ye Changqing: "We agreed that if you can rescue my father, I will give you the book. Now it's your turn."
Ye Changqing raised his eyebrows: "You can fight by yourself, why do you have to let me fight?"
Deng Guanghui said anxiously, "I promised my mother that I wouldn't do anything."
Ye Changqing said coldly: "Your mother's goal is to let you live well. Now she has lost her job, your father is in jail, and your relatives and friends are suffering because of you. If you endure it any longer, they will beat you into a pulp.
Do you have to go to hell before you dare to take action?" Next to him, Hou Xiaobao spoke again: "Second!"
He didn't care about the conversation between the two people at all. He didn't believe that Deng Guanghui was a good fighter.
Otherwise, they would have taken action long ago.
It's obviously a hoax at first glance.
He doesn't take it seriously at all.
Ye Changqing took two steps to the side and stood behind Deng Guanghui, letting Deng Guanghui face the dozen or so thugs.
Deng Guanghui was provoked by Ye Changqing's words. If he continued to endure it, he would be beaten to death. He could not endure it any longer.
Do it, do it now.
He said this to himself over and over in his mind, his hands clenched into fists subconsciously, his muscles tensed, and his sharp eyes stared at the dozen or so thugs.
Seeing that Deng Guanghui still refused to give in, Hou Xiaobao's face showed a ferocious expression, and he shouted: "Three, do it! Beat him to death!"
The voice just fell.
A man with a purple scar on his neck that looked like an earthworm rushed towards Deng Guanghui with a shovel in both hands. Before he got close to him, he had already raised it and hit Deng Guanghui on the head with all his strength.
He roared, "Go to hell!"
Woo~
The shovel fell with a sound of wind.
Deng Guanghui dodged the heavy blow by leaning sideways, and chopped off the throat of the man with the purple scar with his palm like a sword.
Bang! The shovel hit the ground.
Snap! The palm chopped the man's neck.
Ah ~
The man let out a shrill scream, dropped the shovel, and covered his throat with both hands. Deng Guanghui raised his toes and the shovel flew upward.
He picked up the shovel with both hands, held the end of the shovel handle with both hands, and pointed the sharp tip of the shovel at the dozen or so strong men who came up.
His posture was that of holding a heavy sword with both hands, but he was holding a shovel in his hands, which was a very strange movement.
Ye Changqing slowly loosened his fist. He had been waiting to save someone when he saw Deng Guanghui chop the man's throat with his palm.
He was relieved.
When he saw Deng Guanghui holding the heavy sword and shovel with both hands, his eyes flashed.
It's like a treasure hunter seeing a priceless treasure.
Hou Xiaobao was a little surprised: "Oh, you're still struggling to death. Do you really think you can beat a dozen strong men?"
Deng Guanghui gripped the end of the shovel handle with both hands, just like holding the end of a red tassel spear with both hands, holding the spear head, except that the shovel was a full four or five times larger than the red tassel spear tip. It looked indescribably strange.
He had a serious expression on his face at this moment, his eyes fixed on the dozen or so people opposite him, his right foot in a bow stance in front and his left foot on the tiptoes behind.
Keep this position, motionless.
It's as stable as if it were welded to the ground.
Seeing Deng Guanghui remained silent, Hou Xiaobao suddenly shouted at his dozen men, "Attack! Attack together!"
More than a dozen people holding shovels surrounded Deng Guanghui.
A dozen shovels flashed coldly under the light.
Chilling.
Deng Guanghui suddenly kicked the ground with his right foot, rushed forward, and stabbed someone's throat with the shovel in his hand.
The man was so scared that he stepped back with his left foot. Unexpectedly, at this moment.
Deng Guanghui's shovel suddenly fell vertically and directly hit the man's right foot in front.
puff~
The shovel pierced through the leather shoe and pierced into the instep.
The shovel was pulled out in an instant, and the blood was thrown out, spreading all over the ground.
Ah ~
A shrill scream sounded.
The sound pierced the air like a sharp blade, quickly penetrating the eardrums of everyone in the mobile home.
Everyone in the room frowned subconsciously.