Masur is not young anymore, he is also in his forties. Due to long-term dishwashing, he eats high-calorie food and drinks a lot of Coke.

Now he is a fat man, not the fattest one yet, but he is still among the fat men.

The most painful thing for fat people is not being able to sleep.

Due to physical reasons, fat people generally tend to be sleepy.

Unfortunately, I didn’t sleep at all this day and night. It was simply torture.

Masur felt that something was wrong with him. These little bastards didn't care at all. They came and whizzed away.

Every time you think they are leaving, you suddenly hear a roar coming from a distance, which makes your brain hurt.

Masur thought for a long time and calling the police seemed to be the best option.

In desperation, I had to make a phone call.

I hope the police can drive these guys away, but he doesn't expect to punish these children.

These guys look like they are underage at first glance, and this is at best disturbing the public, not a criminal offense.

But not long after he called, the group of people suddenly dispersed and disappeared...

After Masur communicated with the police who came over, he went back to his room.

I thought it was time to be quiet now, otherwise I would really be unable to resist it, and it would get dark in two or three hours, and I would have to stay up late again.

You need some sleep.

As soon as Masur went upstairs, lay down and covered himself with the quilt, he heard a scream from outside.

He was so frightened that he felt excited.

What's going on?

I jumped up and took a look, and I saw two groups of about seven or eight people fighting outside.

Wine bottles were thrown around and people were yelling.

A group of people chased each other, a group of people fought, it was so noisy.

Residents in the building closed their windows one after another. This group of people was too dangerous.

Masur's face turned green. What happened today? Are the bastards from Brick Street here?

I can't live this life.

Masur looked at the group of people whizzing away and felt something was wrong. Is this too much of a coincidence?

Isn't this something Enron did?

Thinking of this, he became furious and took out his phone to call Delta.

Soon Delta answered the phone, "Mr. Masur, what's the matter?"

Masur gritted his molars and asked, "Are those people from Delta sent by you?"

"What did I send?" Delta's tone was full of confusion. What did this guy say?

"Those gangsters, gangsters, and bosozokus were wandering around me all night long. How could it be such a coincidence? As soon as I signed the contract, these people came! Mr. Delta, I think you must know what happened.

Is something going on?"

When Delta heard this, he became angry and said, "Mr. Masur, I am a lawyer, and a lawyer with status and status. If you say so, I can sue you at any time!"

"And I want to tell you that I don't talk about business during off-duty hours. If you want to talk, you can do it. The consulting fee is one thousand yuan per hour. If you want to continue talking, then pay to talk, otherwise don't call anymore!"
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"I can only tell you that those people have nothing to do with me. Your place is so close to Brick Street, who knows who you have offended! Don't blame everything on others!"

After saying that, Delta hung up the phone.

Masur looked confused. Isn’t it you? Isn’t it you? Is there someone else?

But from what Delta meant, it seemed like it had nothing to do with him! This whole thing...

Before I put down the phone, I heard a burst of impatient music outside and suddenly remembered that someone seemed to be playing drums and someone was playing electric guitar.

Damn it, what day is this?

Why are all the monsters and monsters showing up!

This is so unpleasant to listen to, it’s simply a magic sound filling your brain.

In fact, even if it sounds good at this time, he can't listen to it. He hasn't slept much all day and night, and he has slept for less than an hour in total. Now he can't listen even to the fairy music, okay?

Masur couldn't bear it anymore. He took a look and saw four or five people having fun in the abandoned yard not far away.

He picked up a baseball bat and rushed out.

In just a few steps, we reached the opposite courtyard and kicked open the half-open courtyard.

Several black guys looked at him with incomprehensible expressions.

Masur raised his baseball bat and said with a gloomy face: "Gentlemen, I suggest you change places, otherwise I will give you some color to see."

Before he could even finish his words, several gangsters rushed up and started punching and kicking him.

How could he, a forty-year-old middle-aged man, fight four strong men?

After being beaten, he squatted on the ground holding his head.

I don’t know how many punches and kicks I received on my body.

Then a few black guys took their things and dispersed in a hurry, leaving behind the old and tattered drum set.

Mainly because this thing is hard to get.

You can’t run fast even if you take it.

The rest of the bass and guitar were carried on their backs and ran away.

When Masur comes together, his head is covered.

I stood up and moved around. There was nothing wrong with my body, but my face was hurting. These guys were still very measured in their actions.

Damn you, why did I take the bat back?

Got.

I came here to explain the truth, but I didn’t say a word. I was beaten up without saying a word, and the bat was even taken away.

Leave him a broken drum set.

No one accepts this kind of niche and shabby stuff.

It’s so damn hard.

It seems that since signing the contract, everything has gone wrong.

This matter must have been done by An Ran.

Don't you just want to force me to collapse? I won't. I will fight you to the death today. If I accept this, I will definitely make 300,000 yuan and I will never give you any chance to take advantage of it.

He gritted his teeth and dragged his beaten body back to the yard.

I saw an old lady pushing a luggage trolley out, muttering and cursing.

Masur said: "Mrs. Marian, what are you doing? Is the rent of only two hundred a month too expensive for you?"

Old Mrs. Marianne is one of the few tenants in the building.

I have lived here for a long time.

Marianne snorted, "It's been too noisy here lately, with filming and fighting, and it's neither quiet nor safe. Why should I live here?"

"There are plenty of places for 200 yuan, and you're not the only one here."

I...

Even the tenants have left.

He didn't have the nerve to stop her, she was telling the truth.

He himself couldn't bear it, let alone an old lady.

When he saw Marianne leaving, the anger in Masur's heart became even stronger.

Fight to death!

Must fight to the death.

Today I really want to fight these people to the end.

The weapons are obviously a little behind.

But he doesn’t have a gun license!

Forget it, the main purpose is to scare people, who is going to check if I have a gun license?

There is a fortune in his house.

This thing can easily turn people into a hornet's nest at close range, it's very intimidating!

Holding the rifle, Masur came to the equipment outside the yard and pinched you to sit down.
Chapter completed!