Chapter 411

The agreed trading place is at a slaughterhouse.

There was an unpleasant smell in the air.

Zhang Heng stops the black crowd. Not far from them, four men are playing the game of finger cutting around a small table.

The simple rule of this gambling game is that players should put one of their palms on the table, hold a knife in the other hand, with the tip of the knife down, and quickly poke the gap between the fingers. Whoever moves the fastest is the winner.

The whole process is very sand sculpture, but participation in the game is often regarded as a symbol of courage and courage.

Four people are playing as if they didn't notice anyone coming.

"From There are still 20 minutes to go before the appointed time. What shall we do? Shall we wait in the car, or shall I go down and tell them? "

"Not so much trouble." Zhang Heng light way, directly turned on the headlight.

The four people in the strong light could no longer play the game. They stood up from the chair, grabbing their weapons and swearing.

The chemistry teacher opened his mouth wide. "Well, isn't that impolite?"

"Have you ever seen when robbers and villains are polite?" Zhang Heng said, "these four people sitting here to make it clear is to give us a bad impression. They know you are ordinary people. I bet they won't get up if you don't get out of the car. If you go to them, they will only take it as if they didn't hear it. This is the way they do things. This way makes you nervous. The more you fear, the better the next negotiation will be for them."

The little boy then said, "is this trading place what they asked for? The nearest camera is 1000 meters away. With the current visibility, that camera can't take a clear picture at all. In other words, they have absolute initiative here."

The chemistry teacher was very embarrassed. "We originally agreed to trade at the place where you picked me up under the bridge, but later their person in charge answered the phone and said that their boss asked to trade on their territory, otherwise it would fail. I also know that this is not good, but the person in charge of this transaction promised me that it would be very safe..."

"It's just an old-fashioned way to sing a red face and a white face." Zhang Heng said, "but it's not a bad thing to have no camera. You can get out of the car when you see my gesture."

"Well?" The chemistry teacher didn't understand what was going on. Zhang Heng had already pushed the door open and walked down.

"Are you the driver? Are you looking for death when the light is on so bright?" The man with tattoos on the front, even a face, said viciously, "do you know whose territory this is?"

"More than two hundred years have passed, you guys still have no progress, you can only rely on a large number of people and poor makeup to pretend to be tough. It's really disappointing," Zhang Heng said calmly. "In this case, today I'll show you what is the real evil."

"What the hell are you talking about?! I'm tired of living. " All over the body tattoo full of ghost Charms guy said while holding out his hand to Zhang Heng's collar.

"What to do?" The chemistry teacher in the car was as anxious as an ant on the hot pot. "Why did we suddenly start? There must be some misunderstanding. They may not know what we are here for. I'd better go down and negotiate with them."

The little boy put his hand on the chemistry teacher's shoulder and said, "you heard what the guy said before he got out of the car. Let him handle this. Just wait for the signal in the car."

Having said that, the little boy's eyes obviously flashed a touch of worry.

The next moment, however, she saw the tattooed man kneeling on the ground with his neck covered. His face turned red, just like a fish out of the water, trying to open his mouth, but he couldn't breathe any air.

The remaining three looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Zhang Heng shook his hand, "together?"

This time, Zhang Heng not only had to deal with the four guys in front of him, but also tried his best to hurt them and make them feel scared.

Just now, his fist hit the tattoo man's trachea directly, which made him experience the pleasure of suffocation. Now, the tragedy of the tattoo man has obviously affected his three companions. However, these Albanians attach great importance to the quality of fearlessness. Cowards can't survive in this cruel and dark environment.

So three people just a little Leng Leng, immediately rushed over, one of them waving the hook of hanging pork hit Zhang Heng's head, but did not touch the target, his wrist was not know where to come out of the knife stabbed a pair of wear.

Zhang Heng pulled out the new knife and brought out a bunch of blood. He said to the unlucky ghost, "you can find a hospital to deal with it in 20 minutes. You can choose it yourself without leaving a disability."

However, the young man with wrist injury, instead of flinching, was stimulated to all blood, released his bleeding wrist, roared and rushed up again.

"Courage is commendable, but it's a fool. After you are disabled, do you think you can really stay here?" As Zhang Heng said, he smashed a guy's nose from behind with his elbow. "This line has no virtue of respecting the old and loving the young and being courteous to the disabled."The last one, Zhang Heng chose to break his opponent's leg and put him on the ground to howl. At this time, the brave guy rushed up again. Zhang Heng stood in the same place and didn't move until his opponent had rushed in front of him. Zhang Heng leaned over and easily let the attack without any threat, and then pushed the guy's belly with his knee.

This time, the world finally quieted down again.

Zhang Heng put away the folding knife in his hand, went to the first tattooed man, grabbed his hair, dragged him three meters away on the ground, came to the small table where the four people were playing games, put the latter's head on the table, and grabbed the knife on the table with the other hand.

"Which eye do you prefer, the left or the right?"

The latter can no longer maintain the previous image of tough guy, tears and snot gushed out together, leaving only the most primitive and instinctive fear of human in mind.

Until the next sound.

"Enough."

An old man in a leather apron, dressed like a butcher, but with a carefully trimmed beard and hair came out of the slaughterhouse. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the blood on his hands. "Sorry, forgive me for my bad memory. This friend, have we met before?"

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