Writer Wang will never forget what happened that night.

Meng Shaoyuan struck the rickshaw with a bench.

This stool was smashed quickly and urgently with enough strength.

Amid the screams, Han Deping and his car fell to the sky...

The rickshaw fell over and I quickly lay down on the ground holding my head and not daring to move.

Han Deping is also really strong.

In severe pain, he struggled to get up.

But then, another bench hit him on the head.

In an instant, a hole was opened in his head, and blood was flowing out.

Where are his bodyguards?

Su Junwen held guns in both hands, one on each side, and pointed them at the two bodyguards.

At this time, the bodyguard's hand was on the handle of the gun, but he didn't dare to move.

"Boss, give me the wontons."

Li Zhifeng took the newly prepared wontons from the stunned wonton stall owner.

He stood up, walked to the two bodyguards, and said while eating:

"Don't move, it's a personal grudge, a personal grudge,"

Well, personal vendetta.

"To crush Meng Shaoyuan and skin the Tianhu, right?"

Han Deping glanced at Meng Shaoyuan on the ground: "Damn it, I am Meng Shaoyuan!"

Han Deping's body twitched.

The problem is, he heard these words clearly.

Meng Shaoyuan threw the bench down again: "Li Shiqun doesn't even dare to say such things, who gives you the courage? Is Liang Jingru a relative of yours?"

"No, boss." Li Zhifeng came to him and asked curiously: "Who is Liang Jingru?"

"Singing."

Meng Shaoyuan actually answered in a decent manner, and then continued: "Your young master will teach you to be good. No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you will be afraid of the bench, and no matter how handsome you are, you will be knocked down by the bench!"

Li Zhifeng gave a thumbs up: "The boss is the boss, he has culture, he has culture!"

Meng Shaoyuan was slapped on the bench seven or eight times in a row, and Han Deping's head was almost flattened.

At this time, Meng Shaoyuan threw the bloody bench to the ground and waved to the two bodyguards:

"come over!"

The two bodyguards were completely terrified!

This is not an interception, this is a fucking execution!

Meng Shaoyuan!

This person is Meng Shaoyuan!

"Go back and tell Li Shiqun that I killed Han Deping. Who the hell dares to shout slogans to defeat Meng Shaoyuan? I have a lot of benches!"

"Yes Yes!"

The two bodyguards were shaking all over.

"Go away, go away!"

Meng Shaoyuan waved his hand: "Rickshaw driver, you can get up. Li Zhifeng, give him the money and treat it as his loss."

"Hey, okay."

"And you, Wonton Boss, don't be afraid. The military's campaign against traitors has nothing to do with you. The stall is closed. The Japanese military police will come soon. Don't cause trouble. Li Zhifeng, give him more money."

"Okay."

Meng Shaoyuan looked around: "Where are my wontons?"

"have eaten."

While Li Zhifeng took out the money, he quickly drank the last bit of wonton soup in the bowl and burped with satisfaction:

"My salary has been deducted from you. What's wrong with your wontons?"

"You fucking beast!"

Meng Shaoyuan cursed and waved to the man wearing glasses on the second floor.

…

Writer Wang witnessed all this with his own eyes.

Yes.

I have an idea.

The wontons are cold.

But he didn't want to eat it at all.

As soon as he put the bowl down, he rushed to the desk, picked up his pen, and wrote the first line of the new novel on the manuscript paper:

"There is a poem that says, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of the bench, and no matter how handsome you are, you will be knocked down by a bench... There is a strange man in Shanghai who is known as the 'Bench Man'. His magic skills on the bench make him superb..."

…

"Meng Shaoyuan broke into the mahjong parlor at night, and Pan Tianhu killed Han Deping in anger!"

In a short period of time, the two things Meng Shaoyuan did in one night spread quickly in Shanghai.

It is said that it is full of details and vivid.

First, there was the bloody massacre of Albert Road.

Then, Han Deping was killed again at night.

No. 76 was completely stunned.

No one dares to talk about these things.

But everyone can't help but think of it.

When I think about it, I shiver all over.

Luo De was unwilling to report it, for fear of angering Li Shiqun again.

But it won’t work if you don’t report it.

"Han Deping's death was horrific. His head was smashed. Two of his bodyguards were released. Meng Shaoyuan said that if anyone dares to be arrogant again, there are so many benches in his place..."

Having said this, Luo Deben quietly kicked the bench next to his feet away from him.

Li Shiqun didn't know what to say.

Meng Shaoyuan!

Is this really my nightmare?

Is there really nothing I can do against him?

"I have sent people to investigate and arrest..."

"Enough, enough." Li Shiqun interrupted Luo Deben: "Do you really think those people can catch Meng Shaoyuan? Before logging in to Huaer, so many Japanese could only watch him run away.

Already.

He did whatever he wanted, and he never cared about anyone, and no one could catch him, no one."

This was the first time Luo Deben heard Li Shiqun say such frustrating words.

Is this giving up resistance?

"Intensify the defense of the headquarters." Li Shiqun reluctantly cheered up: "We must act quickly."

Luo Deben was startled: "He still dares to attack our headquarters?"

"There is nothing he dares not do." Li Shiqun looked dejected: "There is nothing we can't think of, and there is nothing he can't do. You are personally responsible for this matter. Everyone must review it, strictly review it.

Also, the sixteen people playing mahjong and Han Deping's two bodyguards are all detained by me. They are not allowed to say anything that shakes the morale of the army. If necessary, let them disappear."

Luo Deben was shocked.

Does this also mean silence?

Shut up?

How can it be that easy?

Now, the entire No. 76 already knows.
To be continued...