Sao Nian, you lost your integrity

Chapter 48 Life is full of variables 5

That drunk man had no meat on his cheeks. When I punched him like this, he staggered back a few steps and at the same time I felt pain in my hand.Fuck, if I knew it earlier, I would pick a place with a lot of meat to fight.

Shaking my hands, I looked back at Ye Wen, "Are you alright?"

The expression on Ye Wen's face changed quickly, from a smile to a frown in an instant, and then he quickly pulled me back, "Be careful!"

Well, the shiny knife flashed past his eyes.

"Damn it! How dare you beat me!" The drunk held a knife in one hand and wiped the blood from the bottom of his nose to the corner of his mouth with the other, "I'll let you die!"

"Die!" He said, and rushed over with the knife again.

The streetlights in the alley were miserable and dark. He was very fast. I could barely see his movement. I took a step back and was about to grab his right hand holding the knife, but he suddenly turned the blade and was about to stand beside me. Ye Wen has thorns on his body.

I didn't expect him to do this, so I hurriedly pushed Ye Wen back half a step, but then I realized that his attack on Ye Wen was just a cover, and the half-foot-long blade finally stabbed towards my arm.

I reacted quickly, but I still didn't dodge it, and he opened my arm just like that.

Hold!What the hell is wrong with this world, anyone with a knife can be provoked at will!I dodged the knife that the opponent was chasing after me, and looked around to see if there was anything that could be used. Blocking the blade with my bare hands is purely courting death, and this drunk is definitely not a good person. The knife is fast and ruthless. The shoulder is not a critical position but affects the movement.

The injured arm was bleeding, and after a while I felt sticky even in the palm of my hand, but right now I don't have time to feel the pain or see how Ye Wen is doing, the drunk is very entangled.

Finally, I saw a gap where his knife fell, and grabbed his wrist. While controlling his movements, I continued to look for anything available nearby.

Hold!Yes, there was a tree stick three or four meters behind the drunk man, but it was out of reach!

With just such a distraction, the drunk man gave me a bite on the wound on my arm, and then took advantage of the pain, and kicked my knee as soon as he retracted the knife.

My feet were weak, and I was thinking about how to get around the drunk man to get the stick. Then I heard a "bang", and then heard an "oops", and the drunk man fell back more than one meter Far away, he fell to the ground, dropped the knife to the side, clutched his shoulder and screamed.

When I looked back, I saw Ye Wen panting heavily, holding a rusty iron rod I got from somewhere.

He stared in the direction of the drunk man, stretched out his hand and said, "Are you okay? Let's go, don't get too entangled with him."

I grabbed his hand and stood up with strength. Before I could say thank you, I heard the drunk man yelling at the top of his voice, "Lao Liu Lao Qi! Dalong! Come on! Damn I got beaten up! ! Come on!"

I just wanted to say that it was not good, but I encountered a local snake, and four or five people rushed over in the dimly lit alley.

I directly snatched the rusty iron stick from Ye Wen's hand, and said something I thought was unique, "You go first, I will block it here."

"If you want to go, go." Ye Wen took a step forward as he spoke.

I crossed the stick to stop him behind, "Don't make trouble, just leave if you are told, here is purely adding to the chaos!"

Ye Wen still stayed where he was.The helpers of the drunk man arrived as soon as he was talking, and the first one held a beer bottle in his hand, and knocked directly on the wall, knocking off the bottom of the bottle, leaving the half-stretched body of the bottle with glass shards.

While he was swearing and coming directly towards me, several people who rushed up behind also helped the drunk man up, talking to him in dialect.

This alley is only the width of three or four people. The stick in my hand is more than one meter long, so I have no advantage at all. Now I can only drag it as much as possible, and don’t let them get close. Otherwise, there are many people with knives or locals. I’m sure. It's over.

The man holding the wine bottle had tattoos on his bare upper body, a typical image of a gangster. I backed him in, and the two of them just waited for each other to show their flaws step by step.

To say that multiple people are really useful, Ye Wen picked up a brick from behind and threw it at the tattoo while he was confronting each other. Although it completely missed the target, it was considered a success in distracting the other party's attention.Taking advantage of this gap, I aimed at the man's wrist and hit him with a stick.

The bottle in the tattoo's hand fell out of his hand, and the glass shards shattered on the ground.He covered his hands and turned his head to talk to his companions. I saw several people were about to rush towards me, so I had time to turn around and grab Ye Wen's collar and push him back, "Go! Don't just stand there! Go to the police!"

Ye Wen was taken aback when he heard that, and stared at me with a rather ugly expression. I added the words, go quickly, and he finally turned around and ran away.

I breathed a sigh of relief, although I knew that it would be useless to call the police for such a thing, but at least I sent him away. I didn't have any worries and I was more able to let him go without him.

Seeing Ye Wen leave, the drunk immediately wanted to chase him, but I stopped him with a stick. At this time, the helper behind him handed him a steel stick that was a foot long, and then turned around and ran away after muttering to him.I thought to myself that he must have gone another way to chase Ye Wen, but I was anxious but couldn't get away at all.

The rusty iron rod was at a complete disadvantage to the shiny steel rod, and I lasted about 10 minutes before the iron rod snapped in two.Considering that there is no advantage at all in one-on-four, I think I have played super-level this time.

After the arm was supported by two people, the neck shook and hurt immediately.At that moment, I could only hope that Ye Wen ran fast enough so that I wouldn't suffer this beating in vain.

It was actually pretty cool when I was knocked out and lost consciousness, but the uncomfortable thing was when I woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the guy with the tattoo standing in front of me carrying a bucket with ice in it.Although I can't see my face, I also know that I must be a face of ice now.

Using ice water to wake up a comatose person is really universal.

I don't know where this is, but a small light bulb is hung on the roof, and the light is very dim.I turned my head to look behind the tattooed man, and found a door about five or six meters away. The light on the other side of the door was quite good, and I could still hear chatter and laughter and the movement of playing mahjong.

Before I could look any further, the guy in front of me threw an uppercut at my stomach. He didn't hit hard, otherwise I couldn't just cough a few times and spit out my dinner without any suspense.

He glared at me and shouted at the top of his voice, "Brother Liang, the bastard is awake! What should we do next?"

On a hot day, being poured with ice water is really not a torment, but the worst thing is that there is no pain in every part of the body from head to toe.At the moment, my hands are separated and tied on both sides, and my feet are tied together. I lean against an iron bed with bunk beds like those used by students. It creaks when I move, and the situation is quite passive.

The drunk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks staggered over, and the thing in his hand looked familiar. If you looked carefully, it was my broken mobile phone.

The drunk man came over and patted my face, "Outsider, you see, I don't want to embarrass you, and everyone will be troubled if I kill you, so I want to let you go, but you see that the brothers are all dead, you have to Do you mean to make it up to us?" He said, pinching his index finger and middle finger together, making a gesture of asking for money.

"Brother, do you think I look like a rich master?" I'm telling the truth.

The drunkard punched me in the stomach again, "I've turned over you a long time ago, but what about your friend who ran away? You will never go out without money. You call him and ask him to bring money. Come on, how about I let you go?"

"Oh, I don't have his phone number." This is also true.

And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you, drunkard, you think I'm as fucking asshole as you.