Chapter 37: Pack a knife

The toilet was at the end of the corridor on the second floor. When Zhang Ziran rushed into the toilet, he saw his follower Xie Hui being stepped on the toilet floor by two young people, and another yellow hair was peeing on his face.
"I Nima!"
Zhang Ziran was furious, yelled to Huang Mao, raised the bottle in his hand, and greeted him.
Huangmao urinates very well, and everyone else is watching the joke, so when I heard the sound of "snap", the wine bottles bloomed on Huangmao's head, and they all came back.
Huang Mao screamed, subconsciously covered his head and squatted down, but he forgot that he was still peeing. When he squatted down, the thing retracted into his pants and he urinated into his pants.
"Mom, here's another look. Brothers call me."
Someone shouted in the jumble. Suddenly, seven or eight jumbled up, waved their fists to Zhang Ziran, and followed the two boys who rushed into the toilet with wine bottles. Seeing this scene, their faces appeared. Hesitating and nervous, he stopped subconsciously.
Just then, a figure was scraped from them.
Then there was a bang and screams in the toilet.
Within thirty seconds, all these lumps were knocked to the ground, moaning in pain.
The two boys woke up like dreams, and rushed to Zhang Ziran as if to ask loyally: "Zhang Shao, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, you help Xie Hui first."
The two rushed to help Xie Hui. They were a little bit embarrassed. I wonder if they had hesitated and didn't rush to the scene. They hadn't been seen by Zhang.
At this moment Xie Hui looked very embarrassed, his nose and swollen face was covered with smelly urine, and there were many on his head and on his body.
"Wipe it." Song Yan took out a pack of paper towels and handed it to Xie Hui.
"Thank you." Xie Hui was grateful, but her gaze swept across the ground, her eyes filled with hatred.
"My brother, what do you say about this group of people?" Zhang Ziran asked Song Yan, instead of calling him by his name, he used his brother. First, he worshipped Song Yang with high strength. Why not call him his real name? In order to avoid troubles in the future.
Song Yan did not answer, but looked at Xie Hui and said, "What do you want to do?"
"Tooth for tooth!" Xie Hui gritted his teeth and swept through the crowd, finally looking at Huang Mao.
"Shall we just leave?" One of the boys said.
As soon as his voice fell, Zhang naturally looked at it with a cold eye: "You have to go by yourself."
Xie Hui also looked at the past with a clear disappointment in his eyes. Usually, the boy Wang Yuan and his brother-in-law were immediately persuaded.
"I ...!" Wang Yuan looked panicked, knowing what he should have said, but in the end he clenched his teeth, "I'm sorry Zhang Shao, I'm sorry A Hui, I'm leaving!"
Looking at the departing Wang Yuan, Zhang Ziran had a look of anger on his face. Thanks to his usual eating and drinking, he didn't forget the kid, and he didn't expect this kid to be so unemotional.
"Alas! What the hell! What a shame!" Another boy scolded.
"enough!"
Zhang Ziran sighed angrily, kicking against Huang Mao for a while, and Xie Hui also followed, and made up for the other jumbled feet on the ground, but another boy stood on the spot without moving, looking a little awkward.
Seeing that the two vented to the same level, Song Ye stopped them.
"Go, my brother, let's continue drinking!" Zhang Ziran waved. Although the anger vented, Wang Yuan's departure still made him feel depressed.
"Let Ahui go back to wash first, and drink next time." Song Yan said.
Xie Hui waved his hands in disapproval, then walked to the faucet, took off his coat and washed his urine, and said to Song Yu: "It's all right, let's continue drinking."
When he returned to the box, Zhang naturally began to drink, and when drunk, he started to count Wang Yuan's indifference, and Xie Hui and another boy also followed, but Song Song kept silent and didn't drink much.
"boom!"
The box door was kicked open. Then, a fat man in a flower shirt, about 30 feet tall, about 30 years old, walked into the box with the support of a group of portable stick machetes.
There were at least a lot of people. After the box was full, a few stood outside the door.
The young fat man's face had a timid smile and looked very kind.
When I saw so many people coming, even though I knew Song Ye could fight, but so many people still carried weapons.
For a moment, there was more worry in his heart, and he wanted to stand up subconsciously. I didn't know if it was because he was afraid or he drank too much. He just stood up halfway and fell back again.
As for Xie Hui and another boy, when they saw so much foolishness, and they still had weapons in their hands, they felt cold in their hearts, and they had awoken more than half of their alcohol, but Song Yan was calmer, squinting his eyes slowly Sweeping this group of people, he paused for a while while scanning someone.
"Yellow hair, come in."
The young fat man shouted, and then a man with a bandage on his head squeezed in from the door, the yellow hair that had been opened naturally in the toilet.
"Is it these boys?" The young fat man asked.
"Boss, these are the kids." Huang Mao stooped.
"Snapped!"
The young fat man slapped his palm on Huang Mao's face, yelling and cursing: "It's really useless. A group of people were actually cleaned up by a few cubs."
Huang Mao who took a slap was afraid to speak, but just nodded and said yes.
But immediately, the young fat man turned sharply: "But your yellow hair is the one under my bag. If you hit you, you hit me. Now, you will go back one by one!"
"I provoke this. Something rushed to me!" Xie Hui stood up staggeringly and shouted at the young fat man, although his expression was panicked, but his eyes were extremely firm.
"My dad is Zhang Tianyang, whoever dares to touch me, my dad can't spare you!" Zhang Ziran shouted, holding the table with both hands.
"It turned out to be Mr. Zhang's son. Fortunately, it will happen." Bao Yidao seemed a little surprised, and stretched out his hand to Zhang Tianran.
"Now that you know my dad, let's forget about it!" Zhang naturally waved proudly.
"Snapped!"
A loud slap sounded.
Zhang was naturally snoring, covering his cheeks, looking at Bao Yidao confusedly: "Why did you hit me?"
The other side laughed disdainfully: "Xiao Tsai really doesn't know the heights and heights, even if you see me, you must call Bao Ye, you are a feather!"
"Hahaha."
There was a sudden laugh behind him.
"Huangmao, don't do it yet!" The fat man yelled at Huangmao.
"Yes, boss."
"Boss, wait."
A voice came from the crowd, and Xie Kun stepped out of the crowd. He only recently came under Bao Yidao's door.
"Akun, is there anything wrong?" Bao Yidao asked kindly.
"Boss, I have a merciless request, can you spare him, I have a bit of friendship with him." Xie Kun pointed to Song Yi.
"Haha, what should I do? It's okay. Now that you've spoken to Akun, I will definitely give this face." Bao Yidao said with a smile, but Song Yan found a fierce light flashing in his eyes, apparently dissatisfied with Xie Kun. He begged, but he promised in one fell swoop.
"Thank you, boss." Xie Kun quickly thanked.
Next, Xie Kun said to Song Yong: "Our boss is kind and has spared you, so let's go."
But what surprised Xie Kun was that Song Yan shook his head with a smile, then stood up and said to Xie Kun: "Mixed society is a promising career, I advise you to change your career."
Xie Kun heard the words, could not help laughing, I kindly interceded for you, you actually sneered at me.
"Akun, your kid is very interesting. He hasn't grown his hair, but he speaks old-fashioned." Bao Yidao's eyes narrowed into a seam.
Xie Kun was startled, knowing that Bao Yi's squint was a sign of anger, and he quickly said, "Boss, he is young and ignorant, so don't care about him."
At that moment, Song Yong's voice sounded again: "It doesn't matter if my hair is not growing, sooner or later, it can be stunted, but it won't work. Even if you eat too much, you may not grow taller."
As soon as this word came out, Xie Kun's face changed greatly, and Bao Yidao shot a fierce light in his eyes. He hated others for talking about his height.
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