After Ah Hui shouted to Tang Dayong this time, Ah Hui didn't say anything more. He just stretched out his left hand and pointed his right cheek slightly. On his handsome face, he showed a secret smile. He looked at Tang Dayong with a faint look, which made a point of giving him some advice.

The tacit understanding developed over the past year made Tang Dayong suddenly understand the meaning of Ah Hui's actions.

Therefore, he subconsciously touched his left cheek, but found that he spent a "large price" to pretend to be cool and cruel. The "scar" patch he just bought seemed to be a bit of glue-loss because of the blow-drying.

"Fuck! Funny the Russian thing!" The scars that had lost the glue scar scars scared Tang Dayong himself. After screaming, he wiped it off. He looked at Ah Hui with a vicious look on his face, gritted his teeth, and turned around again.

He also made up his mind. No matter what gimmick Ah Hui made, he would not turn around if he beat him to death.

Good brothers are good brothers, but their own position must be firmly standing! My personal aura must be maintained! Brother Dayong thought about it in his heart, but he always felt that he had forgotten something.

After feeling the anger in the other person's words, Ah Hui curled his lips helplessly and didn't care at all.

"What a boring guy, you can't make a joke! Little glasses, do you think so!" Ah Hui murmured.

Then he lowered his head again, took a look at the man who was still muttering "life-saving money" and "scum" and other words, and couldn't help but squat down slightly.

Sighing slowly, Ah Hui said speechlessly: "You guy, probably you are too lucky. Who made you get so much money at night? Isn't that looking for a robbery? Now you have no choice but to be so injured now, so you have to call you 120. Of course, it's useless to find me for medical expenses!"

The man with glasses who was stuck on the ground seemed to have fallen into a semi-crazy state at this time. Although his body was severely damaged, he did not even have the strength to lift his fingers, but his mouth was so straightforward, still chattering endlessly.

"You...bastards...rogues...**..."

After hearing what this guy said clearly, Ah Hui still looked smiling, but there was a bit of special cold light in his eyes.

He grabbed the man in glasses' hair, making his head half-hanging, and a faint curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered: "I have heard everything you said insulting me clearly. However, Jia Hui, I am too lazy to bother with a half-dead guy..."

After the man with glasses was pulled into this way, his consciousness was still vague, his mouth slightly grinned, and a stream of sweet blood came out from the depths of his throat.

"You vomited blood? It seems that you are really angry!"

Jia Hui retreated a few inches away in a disgust to avoid letting his body touch these extremely dirty blood.

"Boy, believe me in one sentence. You'd better hold everything in your stomach for this matter tonight, don't spread it, and don't think about calling the police, otherwise you will definitely regret it! And I will kill you mercilessly... Do you understand?"

As he said that, Jia Hui quickly called the hospital and told the situation caused by this place at the fastest speed.

Of course, he would not be so stupid that he would explain everything about himself. He just described himself as an ordinary passerby. Jia Hui said that he had no choice but to say nothing about other things that caused him.

After that, he directly mentioned the specific location of this place, and hurriedly hung the big brother in his hand, with a slightly raised corner of his eyes, and a little smile appeared in his face, and he smiled and said, "It seems that you are lucky. You haven't met a bad doctor, otherwise, you may never see the sun tomorrow again!"

The man in glasses lying on the ground knew that his physical injuries could not be delayed. He gently moved his head and a vague accent from his mouth made Jia Hui hear it clearly, but he curled his lips disdainfully.

However, Jia Hui did not make any other moves in this regard. Instead, a subtle cold light flashed in his eyes, and the curve of the corners of his mouth quietly bent.

"Don't be so polite. Although we are gangsters, we are not unkind to human morality. We will not do such things that we will never save you!"

Jia Hui closed his eyes and breathed fresh air, whispering in a low voice, as if he was telling the man in glasses, and as if he was talking to himself, he slightly bounced the ash that was about to burn out of his fingertips. The fiery red light was so dazzling in the alley at night.

"Or... want... thank you... without you... I might have died long ago..."

"Haha, don't be so polite. You still have two and a half hours. Now you should look forward to whether those doctors who don't sound very dark will quickly find you who have lost a lot of blood during this period!"

"Hmph!"

The man with glasses seemed to have no strength to speak anymore, and could only use his throat to issue a sentence of non-human language. Jia Hui expressed a complete misunderstanding of this.

"By the way, I almost forgot something!" Then, Jia Hui's eyes rolled slightly, and he patted his forehead lightly, as if he had just thought of something. Then he took out a business card with exquisite characteristics from his arms and gave it out casually, and just put it on the chest of the man with glasses lying on the ground.

"If you really feel unhappy, or if you figure it out, you can just take out this business card and come to me. I think my brothers will greet you well, but the premise is that you must survive!"

After saying that, Jia Hui's mouth curled up slightly, and a special meaning that was indescribable appeared. Then he turned around decisively and followed the trace of Da Yong.

The "home" in "Going Home" that Brother Dayong said refers to an abandoned warehouse.

Because of his disrepair and his original owner fled to another place to avoid debts, he was occupied by Dayong and his gangsters.

Although they each have their own homes, compared with their original homes, how could there be a world that seems to be used but completely belongs to them, which makes them feel sincerely anticipated and happy?

Just as Jia Hui had a long talk with the man with glasses, Dayong took the gangsters of all the people and decisively returned to their stronghold.

For these gangsters, this warehouse is equivalent to their second home. They are very familiar with everything inside.

Those who are familiar with the road, the 120-watt headlight bulbs in the warehouse were opened by them in one go. Under the light of a few high-power bulbs, this warehouse, which is not small, looks quite bright.

The warehouse may have been a bit worn out, but after being cleaned by the gangsters, it was still relatively clean. Because some gangsters are orphans, there are also many gangsters who sleep here at night, including Brother Dayong and Brother Hui who they mentioned.

"Brother Dayong, we're home!"

A gangster lay casually on a sofa, looked at the boss in front of him with a smile, and stretched comfortably.

Seeing this, Dayong relaxed the muscles and bones in his hand, and immediately smiled and scolded at the guy: "You are a slut, you haven't seen you be so active when you were working!"

The gangster grinned, picked up a can of beer and smiled and said, "The birds are dead, and the sky is the most important thing to sleep in the sky!"

"Damn it!" Dayong was amused when he heard this, and immediately laughed and scolded, snatched the beer, sucked it up to the sky for a long time, smacked his lips, and felt a red face, calm and relaxed, and sighed: "It's great!"
Chapter completed!