Chapter 104

Two fat who dare to say ah, just a loud cry. Dahei ran to the public phone booth opposite, picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Hello, uncle Zhu Shan, someone is looking for trouble for us. Come quickly at the south end of Jiefang South Street. This guy is called xiguataro - OK, I'll entangle him." Dahei hung up the phone, picked up the brick on the ground and cried, "look at the brick, xiguataro." Wu re turns around, half of the brick slaps on the forehead and turns into powder. After four years in kuchan temple, other martial arts are rare, but the skill of being beaten is unmatched. Wu re reached out and wiped the powder away. He said with a smile: "little boy, you don't have hair together. Do you want to fight like others?" At this time, er Pang picked up a big watermelon from the car and fastened Wu re's head“ Click The watermelon split and the juice flowed. Wu re's hair and eyebrows were stained with ink. As soon as the juice flushed, it immediately faded. His face was covered with red and black juice, and his upper lip beard also dropped half“ I'm so angry. " Wu re yells and slaps Er Pang on the face. Er Pang's face, which was originally fat, is now more like a mouthful of watermelon. There are five red marks on each side. Somehow, he is not afraid of this meeting. He reaches out to grab his mobile phone. Dahei got up from the ground, saw Wure's red hair, and cried out: "he's a red hair! Red hair. " Wu re's spine is sweating. I don't know. It must be the boy who saw my wanted on the telegraph pole. If he goes on like this, he will call the police sooner or later. Wu re pushes Er Pang down and runs with his mobile phone. Suddenly, the powerful motor of the tricycle rings all around“ Suddenly, suddenly The sound of the motor is like a machine gun. Looking around, there are dozens of cars coming from the north and the south. There are several people in each car, and some have watermelon in half the car. Tricycle speed is very fast, in the blink of an eye will be surrounded by Wu heat. The driver who was waiting in the distance saw this and said to himself: my God, I can't lose my life for thousands of yuan a month. Let's run! It's gone. Dozens of people were all down on the tricycle, some with shovel and some watermelon knives, all of them open and bosom, with dark skin and a typical image of a farmer. Bad, Wu re wipe the black water on his face, two small eyes blink and blink, this time offended the farmer uncle. Dozens of people suddenly separated, and a big man, 190 cm tall, came shaking a three foot long black iron watermelon knife.