244  Hot-blooded man

Seeing the black boss suddenly came out of his tying, staring at Zheng Abao with grim teeth on his face, and his brothers' civil servants retreated one after another. The bodyguards were stunned for a moment, and squeezed Zheng Abao behind them, and they all set out a shining revolver and pointed it at Weng Quanguang; Zheng Abao finally opened his blood-stuck eyelids and shouted behind the bodyguard: "Wow, you hooligan, want to kill me, come, he wants to kill me."

Weng Quanguang stared at Zheng Abao viciously, ignored the four pistols pointing to him, held the dagger in his backhand, and snorted coldly, "Gun, I also have a gun on me, I don't want to pull it out. Master Bao, you use despicable tricks to me, so don't blame me for being reduced. Let's see who is more cruel today?"

After saying that, he turned around, turned his back to the muzzle, raised one foot and stepped on the railing, and the robe fell down, and his black silk appeared.

"What do you mean?" Seeing that Weng Quanguang seemed not to rush over, Zheng Abao came to Jing Shen, pushed away the two bodyguards in front, and went to the front and pointed at Weng Quanguang's back and shouted.

"What do I mean? Do you not know the uncle of the master? Have you ever seen a gangster fight? "Wen Quanguang turned around and smiled grimly, then he turned around and took a deep breath. The tip of the knife cut through the silk, and a yellow big yellow tuiròu was released, and then he stabbed his big big tuiròu with a sudden knife.

"Damn" Zheng Abao only saw the light of the sword flashing in front of him, and half of the blade entered the big tui. He was so scared that he leaned back and leaned against the bodyguard.

The bodyguard dodged slightly, his gun drooped, and he whispered to Zheng Abao: "Boss, he is fighting in a literary way."

Wen Dou, a form of gangsters fighting for territory or collecting protection fees. Based on the fact that there are no crazy cruel people in the place, the gangster leaders are full and full of food and drink; this kind of hooligan does not have the courage to fly blood, or does not want to be too harsh to attract the government or other peers, so they use Wen Dou.

Simply put, it means to compare who dares to hurt himself more: one side’s representative stabs himself, the other side’s representative stabs himself twice; one side’s representative cuts himself with one finger, the other side’s representative cuts him with two, and so on. Whoever is unable to make up for his own heart in the end will win, and the other side will give him the territory or protection fee.

There is also a legend in the hooligan world: the cruelest hooligan took three copper coins in the oil pan and took three streets to make territory.

Of course this is an old legend. Nowadays, new types of hooligans have guns and cannons. They would rather assassinate others than drop a single one. Let me do this to cause a change of dynasty.

But Weng Quanguang shocked Zheng Abao this time. He understood his meaning very clearly: Didn’t you break your head and slander me? What can you do if I stab myself with a knife?

With a muffled groan, Weng Quanguang gritted his teeth and raised his hand suddenly. The knife stabbed into the big tui was pulled out again. This time, blood was splattering everywhere, and blood came back from the railing. Weng Quanguang was sweating. He endured the severe pain and looked at Zheng Abao with a trembling body and smiled. He raised his hand to throw the bloody knife at Zheng Abao's feet.

There was a burst of exclamation on the opposite side, and the civil servants, including Zheng Abao, jumped back with pale faces, hiding from the knife that rolled on the ground and brought out blood.

"How is it? Master Bao? I hit you in the head, you stabbed my grandfather's tui." Weng Quanguang stood on the ground, pressing his hands against the blood-flowing big tui and laughing.

But the knife that had been rolling towards Zheng Abao was stepped on by a leather shoe. It was a bodyguard. The civilians were afraid, but the bodyguards didn't care about these things. Their experience and status in the world before they joined the company would not be worse than Weng Quanguang.

After stopping the knife, the bodyguard gently moved the leather shoes from the hilt, squatted down and looked at the bloody knife carefully, holding the pistol, raised his head and sneered at Weng Quanguang, "Master Weng, why does your knife have the word "long" engraved on it? The other side is the word "chuan"? I heard that Longchuan is all bought by the old blacksmith shop of Longchuan, and they are all engraved with "longchuan" as a trademark. You have a mark on this thing. Do you want to falsely accuse us Young Master Bao? Now the scabbard of this knife must be in your tie-up, right?"

Zheng Abao heard the bodyguard clearly and rushed back suddenly, pointing at the stunned Weng Quanguang and shouting: "Silly × You have a mark on your dagger but you dare to frame me? There must be a gap or scabbard in his tie. Grab him and let the sheriff record it and make him."

The situation made Weng Quanguang, who was pressing the huge pain, angry and hated: As the black boss, the dagger he brought with him certainly could not have a personal mark, but the knife he used was definitely the best in the world. The best knife in Longchuan was made by Lao Tang's family, so he naturally bought it. The family from kitchen knives to machetes was engraved with "Longchuan" as marks, so he stabbed someone with his knife. No one knew who it was, and it was very safe. The problem is that Zheng Abao's group came from the capital. Their relationship with Longchuantang is not local black, but to be divided into inside and outside. Someone was stabbed by Lao Tang's dagger, and the brothers' arms were all from the capital. Although it might be that they bought or got Lao Tang's knife, it was a bit irrelevant in terms of reason.

"Silly × Who fights with you? I just want to sue you! You stab yourself in vain." Zheng Abao, who was already covered in blood, burst into laughter, then pointed at Dan Tui and shouted at Weng Quanguang, who was jumping back: "Press him down, please help me, I'm going to die, help me."

Now that the brothers' arms are in awe, they are about to pounce on them and grab them, the scabbard of the dagger is really in his tie. If they are caught, if Zheng Abao falsely accused him of beating someone first and then traumatizing himself, he is really unreasonable.

Weng Quanguang roared in grief and anger, turned around and rushed towards the pink wall on the side of the railing, ignoring the wound, rushing to the side of the wall in a few steps. The blood spurted out of the wound splattered the white wall with blood spots, then he tilted his head back, swung his neck, and his forehead hit the white wall like a hammer.

There was a loud "dong" sound, and it was probably possible for the entire Public Security Bureau to hear it. Zheng Abao was so scared that he raised his arms in front of him as if he was defending something.

When he put down his arm, Weng Quanguang turned around and walked towards him like he was drunk. His forehead was also covered in blood. He bumped himself. Weng Quanguang looked at Zheng Abao and smiled proudly: "Haha... it is considered a fight between each other at most..."

"Match each other? Damn it?" Zheng Abao watched Weng Quanguang walk and shook his head, shaking his eyes, closed his eyes, probably not yet awakened from the moment his head hit the wall. He rushed over with a quick step, pressed his hand on Weng Quanguang's mouth, and gritted his teeth and pushed forward.

Weng Quanguang's head was still shaking in his eyes, and his steps were floating. Where could he block the force of pushing, and his body flew backwards, but behind it was the stair railing, where would he fly?

With a scream, Weng Quanguang turned over the railing with a backdrop, and fell straight down the third floor with a clang, and fell on the stairs on the second floor.

Zheng Abao chased after him, held the railing, and leaned down. He saw Weng Quanguang lying on the stairs face down without moving, with only one foot trembling.

The people on the second floor were transferred by Ou Xingsun this morning, and those who were hiding on the second floor were all his people. Without Ou Xingsun's greeting, they would not come out at all. So although the two groups of people made a lot of noise, even though Weng Quanguang hit the wall and fell from the building, the second and third floors were still quiet and there was no one.

Zheng Abao looked at Weng Quanguang, who was unknown to life and death downstairs, shouted "God helps me," and clapped. But when he smiled and turned around, he found that his subordinates were all frightened by his hand. Everyone was frightened by his move, including the bodyguard: When he came, he said he was trying to kill, but the boss was almost going to kill someone, maybe he had already killed someone. This guy was too naughty. Is he a human?

Zheng Abao knew what they were thinking just by looking at his subordinates' eyes and trembling bodies. He reached out and wiped the blood that covered his eyes and shouted at his subordinates: "Then grandson is still alive. Why are you shaking your farts? Mr. Weng fell from the building and quickly called Ou Xingsun out. Old Ou, don't pretend to be dead, get out, get out, get out, I Zheng Abao called you."

Suddenly, the stairs that were diagonally opposite the stairs opened. Ou Xingsun walked out with his hands behind his back, staring at the white wall opposite the stairs, as if he didn't know what was going on, and shouted majesticly: "What happened?" Then he glanced at the men who saw the arms of his brothers stared at him blankly. He didn't see Weng Quanguang. He immediately bowed down, even took off his police hood, stretched his head and looked at him and laughed: "Hey, everyone isn't doing it? Where is the old man? I heard him coming up."

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The Public Security Bureau said, Zheng Abao, who was bleeding and stuck on his face, was talking to the reporter standing full of steps:

"...I came to work with Inspector Ou today, and happened to meet Mr. Weng... We went upstairs together, talking and laughing... I accidentally fell behind him and hit the stair fence. It's here, it's all blood.... My subordinates dragged me to the third floor to bandage.... I don't know why.... You know that our election pressure is very high... Mr. Weng, on the third floor, suddenly got crazy when he saw this scene... yelled 'It has nothing to do with me', 'there are ghosts' and so on..... I used the knife I carried, stabbed Datui first, and then turned around and jumped off the third floor stairs... It was too fast, and we didn't have time to stop him..."

Speaking of this, Zheng Abao shook his head with regret, raised his tears, and choked at the reporter, "We all know that Mr. Weng is a passionate man and is very easy to move. Didn't he say that he swung his knife when he saw the Qing army spy that time? Perhaps because the pressure of the first election was too great, he lost control of the blood when he saw it. For example, I am the same. Look at my dark circles. I have been insomnia for a week and lying until dawn last night... Fortunately, we were the fastest

Du sent him to the Longchuan Red Cross Clinic. It is said that Mr. Weng was not seriously injured by himself. He jumped from the third floor and only broke a left tui, which hurt his forehead. Although he was still fainting, his life was not hindered. Although Dr. Li was not here, he heard that the nurses he trained were all medical experts, and there was no problem in treating knife wounds and fractures... But I still want to appeal to let us pray for Mr. Weng, the dear brother, and ask Jesus to bless him with a smooth recovery... For the specific situation, please ask Director Ou, who witnessed everything with his own eyes."

Ou Xingsun's uniform pen, standing side by side with Zheng Abao, was armed with police guns and director's badges again, and did not forget to wear white gloves on his hands. He listened with a smile on his face, and turned his head from time to time to look at the mouth behind him, until his confidant came out with a full white paint on his hands and made an "ok" posture towards him: On the third floor of the Public Security Bureau behind him, Ou Xingsun's confidants were madly painting the white walls of Weng Quanguang's self-injury, striving not to leave any blood, and must destroy the scene.

Now when Zheng Abao mentioned him, the proud Ou Xingsun saw so many reporters twisting his neck toward him like a duck and goose. The camera with a big box below was also being moved in. He held his hands behind his back, held his fist with his white gloves and fist on his mouth, and coughed in a pretentious manner. Then he said, "This is a tragedy, but it has nothing to do with Young Master Bao and others. I witnessed it with my own eyes. When the incident happened, I happened to be waiting for Young Master Bao and his party on the third floor. Suddenly I heard someone shouting "Save people" and push m

én came out and saw: Young Master Bao sitting on the floor, and the employees of his brother company surrounded him to stop bleeding for him. Weng Quanguang, a few meters away, yelled and stabbed himself first, then drew his sword and threw it away, then jumped down the railing, as if he was possessed by a demon... Then I immediately checked the injuries of Young Master Bao and Weng Quanguang, and sent Weng Quanguang to the clinic as quickly as possible, and sent the police officer to retrieve the five nurses who were still in the county town. Don't worry, our Dr. Li is amazing, his nurses are fine, and there is no problem with bone-collar work...."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a gunshot on the street. Ou Xingsun and Zheng Abao were both surprised. The reporters who were crowded with the steps turned around and looked at the same time. Song Dongsheng tucked his robe in his belt and ran over, holding a smokey pistol in his hand. His seven or eight of his subordinates rolled and crawled, as if they wanted to stop him, but Song Dongsheng, who seemed to be angry, knocked down one with the handle of the gun, kicked two with one kick, and rushed straight towards the steps of the Public Security Bureau.

In front of dozens of reporters, Song Dongsheng stopped under the steps and reached out to aim at Zheng Abao, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Zheng Abao, I will kill you today, you scum."

Although Weng Quanguang was still fainting and could not ask questions, he could guess: Weng Quanguang snatched the candidate's hat from Zheng Abao, and did not let the other party dare to slander him in some way. However, he was shocked and reacted, and he stabbed himself, and jumped down from the building like a rape. He broke himself. Zhenli was chasing enough. The question is that he was cut off, how could he still run for election? Who knows how many days he would be fainting and how many days he would be lying on? Even if he woke up immediately, he would be carried to speak every day? One week left, the election stage was about to end.

This candidate was almost scrapped by the scum Zheng Abao.

Looking at the crazy-blooded Song Dongsheng, the bodyguards and the sheriffs all pulled their guns to each other. They might be about to refute the musket battle, the reporters made a strange scream and fled on the steps. Only seven or eight desperate people led by the "Haisong Election Report" ran over to Song Dongsheng and shouted: "Mr. Song, don't rush to expose a piece of information before shooting. That way, you can die without regrets. It's okay to give a suicide note."

Zheng Abao looked at him with a gun at the steps, but was surrounded by his subordinates and reporters. Song Dongsheng was standing unsteadily. He was covered in blood and stood at the top of the steps. Facing Song Dongsheng's hand pointing at his shaking gun, he still put his hands on his hips without fear, splitting his arms open to Changhuai's suit, looking up tilted up, taking a deep cigar, and slowly spitting out a long white smoke dragon into the sky.
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