Chapter 216

Fang Qi ate three bowls of rice before putting down the bowl. Fortunately, Mao Jingtang was also a big belly man. He steamed a pot of steamed bread and Fang Qi ate two steamed bread. It turns out that Ding bald is an intermediary looking for college students and migrant workers to work. He can't manage anything else. Even the gang of thugs of Xiao Liuzi has nothing to do with them.

Mao Jingtang also went to help when he heard that Xiao Liuzi's gang missed.

It seems that many people know about selling corpses, but in fact it's not. Many ginseng have been prepared, but they don't know what they do. Except for the five people of xiaoliuzi, the hooligans who came to help later don't know what's going on. Those college students and migrant workers have done it once and will never let him do it for the second time. The city's intermediaries help Ding bald find someone. As long as they find that it is the same person, they will never use it again.

And the place of delivery will change constantly. I have done this for many years and nothing has happened.

No one knows what those bodies are used for. It is probably only he himself who knows why the real estate tycoon is involved in this kind of thing.

After dinner, Mao Jingtang took out a small Nokia mobile phone to make a phone call, but it was turned off for a long time. No one answered it until late at night. Mao Jingtang respectfully called the boss, and then turned to the corner to whisper.

Fang Qi leaned against the bed to smoke. Mao Jingtang kept talking with his back and couldn't see any expression. It took a while to turn around and sit on the bench and take out his pipe to smoke. Fang Qi looked at his face and Shuer felt something was wrong. He sat up and said, "Uncle Mao, come with me."

Mao Jingtang was stunned: "what's going on?"

You've turned around and said, "where's the pharmacy?"

Mao Jingtang pressed out his pipe, wrapped it up again, put it in his pocket, and took him to the street to find a drugstore. Fang Qi asked the clerk to weigh several traditional Chinese medicines, grind them into powder and wrap them. Then he weighed several spicy medicines, made them into powder and put them on himself. He bought several rolls of gauze and tools such as knives and scissors.

When he came out, Mao Jingtang asked, "why do you buy these things?"

Fang Qi said casually, "save your life!"

Mao Jingtang was so stupid that he didn't know why he had to save his life. Back in his small room, Fang Qi asked him to roll up his trouser corners, cut the cloth strip, clean his wound again, apply medicine, and then wrap it up with gauze. Then he asked, "Uncle Mao, what does the boss say?"

"He wants to ask the provincial capital. He is only a lesbian business. It has little to do with him."

"It doesn't matter?" Fang Qi sneered, "someone will come to us tonight. Don't worry. Uncle Mao, if you really want to fight, you'd better go first. "

Mao Jingtang didn't run away at all. He shook his head, "why do you run? Saving my life is rebuilding my parents. If you don't feel dirty and suck the wound for me, I know you're worth making friends. "

Fang Qi was originally an exciting method. This fool was really fooled. Of course, with more helpers, you have more chances of winning. Then slip the scissors in your hand and put them into your pocket“ Well, I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle tonight. Make preparations early. "

"Do you really want to get your friend's body back?" Mao Jingtang also felt that this matter did not depend on the score. After all, he did not know where the body was transported. Looking for it like this would undoubtedly help him find a needle in the sea. And make a big enemy.

Fang Qi squinted at him with a cigarette in his mouth. "I told you earlier that I won't stop until I find my friend's body!"

Mao Jingtang was originally a martial arts practitioner. He attached great importance to the word of loyalty. At present, Fang Qi said that he couldn't help admiring him. Nevertheless, I was worried, "you don't know how many good players there are under the boss. We can't beat them."

"It doesn't matter if we can't fight. We can reason with the boss. If we can't fight again, we can't run again. If he refuses to tell us, we'll make trouble with him. We're not afraid he won't tell us. "

Hearing Fang Qi's words, Mao Jingtang was still worried. He took a big bow from the wall, put it on the table, and pulled out his sharp knife: "take this, I'll use this."

Fang Qi took the sharp knife and turned it around in his hand. He looked at the bow on the table. It was like a slightly curved iron stick. One tip was still wrapped with ox tendons, and the other end had a groove with barbs. He didn't know what was strange about it. He was surprised when he picked it up.

This iron bar is made of refined steel. It is very heavy. It stands up to one meter eight. If you hold the end without fastening the string, you can make a gun. Fastening the string is a bow.

Fang Qi has never seen such a strange weapon. Holding it flat in both hands and beating himself with others is definitely not enough. Only people like Mao Jingtang can use it.

"Can you play?"

Fang Qi shook his head: "I don't have this ability."

Mao Jingtang laughed, "look at me." Holding the gun head in one hand and pressing it down hard, he buckled the ox tendon on the groove, raised his arm, pulled three full bows and handed it to Fang Qi, "you try."

Fang Qi took over the big bow and riveted with enough strength. He pulled one full, and felt a little hard when he pulled another one. The third one was only half open and couldn't move.

This time, Mao Jingtang took out an arrow bag from the cabinet. More than a dozen iron arrows about one meter long were inserted into the bag. A bunch of buttons were put on the arrow bag to the waist, and one could be pulled out. Mao Jingtang stood by the wall, buckled an arrow and shot three arrows. All the three arrows were saved on the door frame, and all the arrows were nailed together.

"Oh, wow, uncle Mao, you are so awesome." Fangqi sincerely flattered. I thought, fortunately, this beard didn't shoot me with an arrow. If I took this thing, I would be a hedgehog.

If you can't get rid of the arrow bag, you can't pull out the arrow bag again Then he took off the ox tendon, held a bow and said, "if you can let them retreat and let you get back your friend's body, it's OK."

Holding a large bow in his hand, he lit several gunshots. He stopped the bow, and the bow still vibrated and hummed.

"Uncle Mao, what kind of Kung Fu did you learn from?"

Mao Jingtang put down his bow and took out his pipe: "my great grandfather used to be an entertainer. Later, he settled down in the mountain village. Listen to my grandfather, our hometown used to be Cangzhou people's family. My grandfather has a nickname called iron lion. It's too far from my generation. "

I see. Cangzhou is the hometown of martial arts. Since ancient times, it is not surprising that Mao Jingtang knows Kung Fu. But how could he fall into such a business? People who really practice martial arts pay attention to martial ethics. Of course, Fang Qi can't be regarded as a martial artist at all. He can only be regarded as a wonderful flower.

"Uncle Mao, do your parents know what you do?"

Mao Jingtang looked ashamed. "Actually, I'm not a few years older than you. Don't call me uncle Mao. I'm only 29 today. I look old. I'm only in my twenties. I look like I'm forty or fifty. "