vrcanaries Chapter 529: Goose-step into the mahjong hall and make a loud bang for the party to hear.
Chapter 529: Goose-step into the mahjong hall and make a loud bang for the party to hear.
Chapter 529: Goose-step into the mahjong hall and make a loud noise for the party to hear. (Two in one)
What a great way to play mahjong.
In that case, don't blame Zhang Lang for being rude.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly and a cunning light flashed in his eyes, as if he had foreseen the exciting scene tonight.
Zhang Lang looked at Tianrandai's cute little face and couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart.
He whispered, "Tell them we're playing mahjong tonight."
Tianrandai tilted his head, biting his upper lip lightly with his lower teeth, his eyes full of confusion.
She blinked her big eyes, as if trying to understand Zhang Lang's intention.
Tianran Dai: "Have you informed everyone?"
Zhang Lang scratched his bare chin with his fingers, pretending to be in deep thought: "No need, just bring Zhi Kezi, He Min and...anyone else to make up the number."
As for the remaining one, Zhang Lang really couldn’t think of who would dare to be naughty.
Several familiar faces quickly flashed through his mind, and finally he shook his head and decided not to dwell on it.
Among these few, only Zhi Kezi likes to stir up trouble and has an okay sense of propriety, but is far from being a crazy person.
At least it wouldn't be like in the movie "The Great Battle at Guangchanglong", where people opened fire over a disagreement and killed three people with one shot.
It’s the same old saying, love between three people is not stable enough, a triangular structure is the most stable.
Tianran Dai made an OK gesture and said with a grin, "OK, I'll be there right away."
She turned around and skipped away, leaving Zhang Lang standing there alone, with a smile on his face that grew even more intense.
Zhang Lang remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, such as the holy body of Ma Sao, a congenital widow.
He quickly stopped Tianran Dai who was about to leave and asked, "By the way, did Xiao Duoer send that woman to Li Yunfei?"
There won't be much problem for Abu and Luo Tianhong together. Those more than a hundred people are just small fry, and none of them can fight.
The point is that woman, the congenital widow, Saint Ma Sao, is still of some use.
After Chen Duoer put her into the devouring sac, Zhang Lang arranged to send her to Li Yunfei first, and then to KK Park together, and of course Cheng Yingsi.
At that time, Cheng Yingsi will take over the widow Ma Sao's group without any effort. He can directly use the ready-made ones and save the process of starting from scratch.
Tianran Dai put away the little notebook and waved his hand casually: "It's delivered, it's delivered."
"That's good."
Zhang Lang watched Tianrandai skipping away, and sighed at how well he had raised this girl.
It’s so nice and cute to be white and plump.
You can't get fat by eating one bite at a time, but if a few years pass, you will definitely get fat by eating one bite at a time.
Go through several seasons: fat in spring, plump in summer, fat in autumn, and round in winter.
Tianrandai's little body is definitely several circles rounder.
I guess the innocent people at that time dare to love and hate, but they just don’t dare to be called.
It's so cute.
My face is already fat as a baby, and the fat on my belly is almost stretching the elastic band of my shorts to a larger size.
Not to mention.
All I can say is that no snack is eaten in vain.
……
Mahjong table.
Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes. Zhi Kezi was sitting opposite him, and Tami and He Min were sitting next to him.
Tammy was just there to make up the numbers.
But she has short hair.
So... kill him.
Huixiang watched the fun. These three combined were not enough for Zhang Lang to win.
She and Yazi knew Zhang Lang's level. Well, Tammy was with Yazi all day, and she knew it too, so she said she was just making up the numbers.
"You tricked them into cutting their hair short. As the instigator, this matter started because of playing mahjong, so let's solve it from mahjong."
Tianrandai and Chen Duoer stood behind Zhang Lang, the two generals Heng and Ha, guarding him on the left and right.
Zhou Wenli stood next to He Min, and the others also found their own seats to watch the show.
Shuffle the cards.
Zhang Lang didn't even touch the cards, he just kept touching the hands of the other three people.
This is the fun of playing mahjong.
Zhi Kezi: "What can we solve by playing mahjong? We have already cut our hair, and it will take several months for it to grow longer. What? Are you going to hit me? Are you going to hit me?"
Zhang Lang shuffled the cards... He kept touching their hands, and smiled at He Min and Zhi Kezi: "Today I will not only beat you until you cry, but I will also make you laugh while crying."
He Min smiled, pulled her hand out from under Zhang Lang's hand, and pushed the glasses on her nose with her fingers: "We are not divine gold, and we are crying and laughing at the same time. It's impossible, absolutely impossible."
Only Tammy was silently picking up and sorting the cards.
Zhi Kezi rolled her eyes and said, "Wait a minute, let me make it clear first, we can't play the conventional way. If we play the conventional way, all of us combined can't beat you."
Zhang Lang was stacking the cards in his hand, tilting his head, and said casually, "It doesn't matter. You can play however you want. Anyway, you will definitely lose all your pants tonight."
Zhi Kezi: "Let's wait and see."
"You tell me how to fight."
Zhi Kezi smiled, her beautiful peach blossom eyes curved up: "You'll know after playing with it, it's very simple."
Tammy smiled too.
Shao Min even mocked Zhang Lang: "Are you good at mahjong? What's the point of being good at mahjong? Mahjong requires knowledge. I'm your teacher, and I don't know your level."
Zhang Lang looked at the two young girls who started to show off. He was really going to tear down the house if he didn't punish them for three days.
I must beat them both up with mahjong today.
Start the game normally by drawing cards.
The cards Zhang Lang got in his hand were just average. After all, there was no need to do any tricks when playing against his own people.
He Min smiled like a little fox and threw out a red card: "New China."
Zhang Lang said "oh".
Look at the people around who are watching the fun, they are covering their mouths and laughing, and the chattering is really lively.
Zhi Kezi pursed her lips, but her body violated the rules and placed two balls on the table. Without even looking at them, she threw out a card, which was also a red middle. Then she reached for a card: "Socialism with Chinese characteristics."
Tammy shyly played a South Wind and whispered, "Water from South to North."
Zhang Lang looked at his cards.
This green mahjong really becomes redder the more you play it.
Goose-step into the mahjong hall and make a loud bang for the Party to hear.
Zhi Kezi smiled and rested her chin on her hand: "Got it?"
Zhang Lang drew a North Wind card: "Bang, water from the south to the north."
He Min clicked his tongue and said, "You learn pretty quickly. I suggest you just admit defeat and don't even think about going against us."
"Yo yo yo, this is incredible, I am going to win in front of you guys."
Zhang Lang casually played a West Wind card.
He Min: "Bang, West-East Gas Transmission."
Zhang Lang grabbed He Min's hand and said, "Wait a minute, the West-East Gas Pipeline has not been proposed yet, how do you know about it?"
Hui Xiang raised her hand and said, "That's the plagiarist you mentioned. After she came to the company, she made all kinds of predictions, including this West-East Gas Pipeline Project."
"Awesome." Zhang Lang could only let go and give a thumbs up.
He Min snorted and threw out two cards at a time: "One hundred and ninety thousand."
Zhang Lang stretched out his hand and said, "Bar."
"One hundred and ninety thousand, what are you arguing about?"
Zhang Lang laughed and said tactically, "She played 190,000, so what if I played 490,000? 1949, if you understand, you will understand. I won't explain. Do you have any objections?"
"Good good."
Zhang Lang looked at Zhi Kezi and He Min with a smile. If they win, then they have to draw a card, right?
After drawing one card, Zhang Lang directly showed four more cards.
"One more, 190,000, plus 40,000 or 50,000, and the little devil will surrender unconditionally. Do you two have any questions?"
Tammy scratched her head and looked at Zhang Lang. He winked at her, lowered his head and smiled, and quietly put down the two 90,000 yuan notes in his hand.
Le Huizhen, who was standing behind Tammy, widened her eyes and opened her mouth into an O shape in surprise.
Is this definitely just a deck of cards?
How come there are five 90,000 cards in a deck of cards?
After Tammy picked up the fallen cards as if nothing had happened.
Two 90,000 yuan are gone...
Le Huizhen rubbed her eyes. Was she dazzled?
I'll be a good boy.
Zhi Kezi gave He Min a look: How do you play? No more fucking fun, flip the table.
He Min understood what he meant and stretched out her little hand to grab the edge of the mahjong table. Zhi Kezi was also gathering her strength.
……
……
In the dim basement, the damp air was filled with the smell of blood.
Hongtai's arrogant Chen Tailong was tied to a worn iron chair, his face covered in bruises and blood.
His upper body was naked, and the wire thorns pricked his skin.
As long as his breathing was a little more intense, the sharp part of the wire would easily break his skin.
With this look, even if he is released by Sang Biao, he must get a tetanus shot. If he doesn't, he will die sooner or later.
Sang Biao's younger brothers surrounded Chen Tailong with ferocious smiles on their faces.
Everyone was dancing and shouting excitedly.
"Brother Biao, my dear, if you want money, just tell me the amount and I'll ask my dad to send it to you. I can just make a phone call and it will be done."
One of the younger brothers was holding an iron rod and didn't listen to Chen Tailong at all. He hit Chen Tailong's knee hard with the iron rod, and the sound of broken bones could be clearly heard.
Chen Tailong really wanted to grit his teeth and pretend to be a tough guy.
It was this cold sweat that flowed down his forehead like a sauna, and it didn't stop. He couldn't hold it in and screamed at the top of his voice.
That heart-wrenching look.
Those who hear it are sad and those who hear it shed tears.
Sang Biao stood aside and watched all this coldly.
If you want to know why he is called Sang Biao, it’s just like your tabby cat is called Sang Biao when it hangs out outside.
上尊老下爱幼，指着中间使劲揍。
Especially those cats who are tied with iron chains. It is impossible for them to receive such treatment unless they have several cat lives on their hands.
In ancient times, a tabby cat could be exchanged for a prince.
You know everything.
Then you may say that this is not the meaning at all, the original meaning is that the newly born prince was replaced with a skinned tabby cat, and then thrown to death.
Then I can only say, do you need an explanation?
Have you explained it yet?
What an honest man.
After Sang Biao came out of Stanley, his mental state became even more insane.
He held a sharp dagger in his hand, licked the blade with his tongue, and let out a crazy and creepy laugh.
He gently scratched Chen Tailong's cheek with the tip of the knife. His movements were particularly gentle, but a faint blood mark was left on Chen Tailong's face.
Chen Tailong pushed the back of his head against the back of the chair, trying to get as far away from the knife in Sang Biao's hand as possible: "Brother, what do you want in exchange for letting me go?"
Sang Biao's voice was low and cold: "There is never a good ending for those who owe me money, and you still want me to let you go?"
As he finished speaking, the dagger suddenly stabbed into Chen Tailong's shoulder, and blood gushed out instantly.
Chen Tailong finally couldn't help but let out a scream, but there was no fluctuation on Sang Biao's face, as if all this was just his daily game.
……
Wei Jixiang pushed open the door of his house and was stunned by the scene in front of him.
The living room was a mess, with furniture overturned, broken glass scattered all over the floor, and several deep scratches on the wall.
His heart sank and he rushed into the room, only to find that Dahong and Ruby were gone.
He searched every corner frantically, calling out their names, but all he got in response was an empty echo.
Wei Jixiang's hands began to tremble, and his mind was in a mess. He took out his cell phone and frantically dialed Ruby's number, but the other end of the line was always a cold busy tone.
His heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
He stood in the middle of the living room, looking around blankly, like a headless fly, completely unaware of what to do next.
Where did Dahong and Lubi go? Was it Sangbiao who took them away?
If it was Sang Biao, then the news should have been released by now.
Countless questions swirled in his mind, but he couldn't find any answers.
……
Ruby and Dahong were taken to an interrogation room by Feng Baobao and Curry.
Baobao Feng handed a tissue to the sobbing Ruby and got her a glass of water.
"Ms. Ruby, I hope you can stand up and identify Sang Biao..."
Ruby: ...
If the police's words were credible, why were there so many dwarf mules? Ruby hugged Dahong and cried silently.
On the other side, in the interrogation room of the police station, the lights were glaring.
Miao Zhishun sat across the table, staring coldly at Sang Biao's subordinate.
The man lowered his head, his forehead covered with cold sweat, and it was obvious that he had been pushed to his limit.
La Jiao held a hammer in his hand and a very small notebook in his other hand, which he placed on the chest of Sang Biao's subordinate.
Miao Zhishun slammed the table and said in a thunderous voice: "Tell me! Where on earth is Sang Biao hiding?"
The man was already extremely nervous, fearing that Chili's hammer would hit him.
The sound of Miao Zhishun slamming the table caused the young dwarf mule to have a mental breakdown.
Sang Biao's subordinate said in a trembling voice: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything. He...he is in the abandoned factory, which is his base..."
Miao Zhishun immediately stood up and waved his hand to signal his men to prepare for action.
A few minutes later, several police cars roared towards the west of the city.
However, when they rushed into the abandoned factory, they found it empty with only a few broken furniture and dust on the floor.
Miao Zhishun's face darkened instantly, and he clenched his fists. He cursed in a low voice.
He looked around and realized that Sang Biao had never come back here and he had made a wasted trip.
"Officer Miao, why are we arresting Sang Biao?"
Miao Zhishun was stunned. Yes, why should I catch him?
Ruby was unwilling to identify Sang Biao and did not sue Sang Biao, so why did he come here?
Isn't this just looking for trouble?
"Retreat, keep an eye on Wei Jixiang, go to Wei Jixiang's home."
Chili beeped quietly: "The generals are incompetent and the army is exhausted."
Miao Zhishun was eager to make achievements. After all, in Zhang Lang's group, Zhang Zhiheng was the only one who had outstanding performance so far.
He led people to capture Mumu Kun and made a great contribution.
Everything he knew alarmed his elder brother.
What he didn't know was that Yi Ge wasn't alarmed by the severity of Mumu Kun's case.