The second brother has a bad temper, which I have said many times in the previous article, but he is also a smart person.

Facing the gun, he must not be able to fight with this grandson as usual. Even if he already had the intention of digging the 18th generation of ancestral tomb in his heart, he would have a smile on his face.

"There is no need to play this big thing." The second brother looked at the gun calmly and said with a smile: "If you can't reach an agreement, you can't use the lives of us to vent your anger. After all, there is a source of injustice and debt, right?"

"Damn why are you talking so much nonsense?" Dicky Braider obviously didn't want to talk to her second brother. She poked her second brother's forehead with her fifth hair and put her finger on the trigger.

"Kneel down."

"Brother Dickled, please calm down first..."

The gangster who brought the second brother and the others had already started to tremble, and his face was extremely pale. If he was scared a few more times, the second brother would have no doubt that the grandson would get wet.

Seeing that this gangster was about to smooth things over, Dicky turned his head and looked at him, smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll calm down."

As soon as Dicky Braider finished speaking, the younger brother of "Fuji" who was standing behind this slut, suddenly swung the machete in his hand on his back.

Accompanied by the shrill screams, the second brother's forehead became more cold sweat.

Maybe some friends only have one concept of the injury caused by being cut, but they have never seen it in detail. I will talk about it carefully here.

After being cut, the human skin will explode from both sides, and a conspicuous hole will burst out from the cut area. The exposed wound looks really disgusting. If the cut is deeper, you can see the muscle tissue under the skin. If this knife is cut on the limbs, you can even see bones.

"It's okay for me to calm down. Just take it on you. Anyway, I'm idle." Dicky braider pulled the injured little brother's hand and dragged him to the table, then called a few people to lift him up and press him tightly.

Dicky braider first grinned at his second brother and the others, and then he was about to have his little brother's machete next to him. No, that's the bone-chopping knife used by a pork dealer!

Judging from the sound of the knife chopping on the table, the dreadlocks were very strong. After the knife was cut, the little brother fainted when he flipped his eyes, and his palms were farewell to his little arm forever.

The wound is the cross-section of the forearm. The white bones in the red-white body look quite conspicuous. It is really appropriate to use the four words "blood flow" to describe the condition of the injured younger brother.

"Damn, what is your identity? Are you fucking me? I'll fuck you..." Dicky Braider cursed, raised the bone-cutting knife and chopped it down at the younger brother's other hand.

There was another muffled sound, but this time it woke the little brother up in pain.

"Brother Northeast save me!!! Save me!!!" The younger brother cried. After finding that his palms had left his arms, his pants immediately became wet, and he kept screaming in pain: "Brother Northeast, please save me!!!"

"Save you?" Dicky Braider looked at his second brother and the others sarcastically, and said with a smile: "They can't even protect themselves, can they still protect you?"

This sentence is like a revelation, awakening the dreamer with one sentence.

Without saying a word, the younger brother changed his prayer to begging for mercy and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Brother Dickled!! Please spare me!! I am the one who leads the way!!!"

"Let me spare you?" Dicky Braider seemed to think for a moment, then nodded and said yes under the eyes of his second brother and his friends who couldn't believe it.

"It's a bit unreasonable to let you go directly. You can show you something for everyone. My brothers are satisfied and you can leave."

"Brother Dickledger...I am only seventeen years old this year...You adults have a lot of..."

Dicklings said the little brother became nervous again, as if he wanted to impress Dicklings with begging for mercy, hoping that this cruel and ruthless gangster brother could let him go, but unfortunately he made the wrong plan.

Who is not a ruthless person who is tragic in the Tao?

When he heard the little brother say this, Dicky immediately smiled, squatted on the table and patted him on the face: "Damn it, you haven't grown up yet, why are you in a gangster?"

I dare say that this underage gangster must regret it. He absolutely regrets entering the underworld. Unfortunately, there are some roads in this world that cannot be turned back if you go up.

Dirty braid stood up and stepped on the little brother's wound with a fierce foot. He was so heartbreaking that he kept wailing.

"Damn it!! I'm going to kill you, but I care about how old you are?! Do you think there is a law for the protection of minors here?!"

"Help!!!Help!!!Help!!!"

"Fuck you!!!"

"Brother Dicklings, I was wrong!!! I really know I was wrong!!!"

"Make you fucking talkative!!!"

It is estimated that after so much pain, the younger brother was numbed by the pain. He didn't shout at the pain now, but just kept begging for mercy.

In the end, I don’t know if it was Dicky who suddenly understood that God had good virtues or the heart of kindness and righteousness suddenly broke out, and inexplicably stopped the foot that was stepping on the wound.

The younger brother who brought his second brother and the others over was hoarse, his face was full of fear, and his tears stopped.

Logically speaking, he should have studied hard in school at this age. He was seventeen years old, and it was time to go to high school.

Feeling the severe pain from both arms, the little brother couldn't help crying again. Like an ordinary child, he cried so hard that his second brother and the others couldn't stand it.

Maybe he remembered his classmates at school, or maybe he remembered his parents.

In short, my second brother told me that when he saw this little brother crying, he clearly saw the regret in his eyes.

I remember that on the way that day, this little brother kept chatting with his second brother.

He said that his biggest dream in his life was to be a big bastard like Bai Baoguo.

"The world is passionate and happy, and this is the underworld." This little brother once looked forward to his second brother so much.

Is the world passionate?

No, not passionate at all.

Because after he lost too much blood, it was the coldness that came from his bones.

"Come on, perform a show to make your brothers and uncles happy, and then let you go." Dicky Braider seemed to be venting pleasure, laughed comfortably, jumped off the table, and sat on the main sofa.

"Get down and kneel down and call each of the brothers present to Grandpa." Dicky lit a cigarette and smoked happily: "If we are happy, let you go, isn't it?"

The second brother clenched his fists, but he still didn't make any noise, because he understood that attracting Dickler's attention now was just seeking death.

He wanted to save the child, and he also wanted to stab the beast Dickled to death with a knife, but his reason still exists.

This directly led to the fact that when Shaman Brother was about to break out, he grabbed Shaman Brother and stopped Shaman Brother from rushing forward to save the person.

If you are a man, you should rush up and kill the dreadlocks, but compared to the word "man", the second brother cherishes his life more.

Even ants are greedy for life, let alone humans?

"You guys help him and lift him down." Seeing that the little brother was in pain, Dicky Braider called a few bastards in a good manner, and rudely pulled the little brother to the ground and dragged it to Dicky Braider.

"Call Grandpa, come and listen."

My younger brother was trembling with pain, and the blood from the wounds on both arms could not be stopped, and it continued to flow to the ground.

Perhaps because of excessive blood loss, the younger brother's face became whiter and his lips were also showing signs of blackening.

The little brother couldn't get up even when he reached his head, and shouted tremblingly.

"Master...Grandpa..."

"Look at how kind I am. Although you are from Bai Bao Kingdom, I didn't kill you." Dicky Braider still said to the younger brother with extremely insulting words, so happy that he couldn't extricate himself: "You are at your age, if you don't study hard, you will come out to have a good time. I'm helping you to have a memory, but seeing that you don't need to go to school in the future, you're like a mother Astro Boy."

Dickies laughed loudly, and the bastards around them laughed, as if the joke hit their laugh points.

"Come on, call me grandpa."

"Damn it, call me first! Come here!!"

The fool had already lowered his head and his whole body was trembling violently, fearing that he would not be able to help but rush up and kill the dreadlocks.

Why don’t I go up and save people?!!

Fuck!! What’s the big crowd?!! These miscellaneous people are nothing!!

The second brother's eyes were already red, but he still didn't move at all. He just stood there in a daze, as if he was frightened by the scene just now, and there was no sound for a while.

Seeing the little brother calling grandpa one by one, Dirty Braider burst into tears, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and said with a smile: "Oh, the people in "Tonghegui" are really boring. It seems that they are not far from being destroyed."

"Come on." Dicky braider waved to the people beside him, and then took over a handful of five consecutive hairs.

My younger brother was still crying and calling someone else's grandfather, but he didn't notice that the dreadlocks stood up.

Then.

Bang!

"I said I'll let you go if I let you go? He's so fucking a pig's brain!" Dicky Braider said cursingly.

The little brother seemed to not believe that the Dickled Braid shot him, and blood was pouring out of his mouth, which was very dark in color, and it seemed that the person was about to be in trouble.

But then he had the strength as if he was looking back. He turned his head to the side with difficulty, looked at his second brother and the others with his bloodshot eyes, and said the last sentence of his life at the top of his lungs.

"East...Northeast Brother...Save..."

Those eyes seemed to be unable to close again.

The seventeen-year-old child just passed by without saying a word. The second brother felt that he could not accept it, although the current situation could not tolerate himself doing things randomly...

"Damn it!!! I'll fuck your mom!!!!" The second brother roared and wanted to rush forward, but was pressed tightly by Djan's subordinates.

"Oh, I forgot that I have you, my grandson."

Dickling said in surprise, then walked towards my second brother step by step with the fifth consecutive hair, with his steps very relaxed.

In the process, Dicky's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was called by his subordinates. Without thinking, he answered the phone.

There was only a scream from the other end of the phone. The sound was very familiar, and the dreadlocks could be heard as their younger brother's voice.

Then the sound changed, and it turned into a sound he didn't want to hear.

"Dicky braids, you're so awesome. You're still here to step on my street. You forgot how many bowls of rice your grandson can eat, right?" Bai Baoguo's laughter was filled with pleasure: "Don't you, you have so many people left in your street. Do you look down on me or do you think I dare not mess with you? Grandson?"
Chapter completed!