In the small rural courtyard, the strong man held a gun and shouted at the middle-aged man in his fifties in front of him: "What, I've practiced it, man? Then can you avoid this game?"

When the middle-aged man in his fifties faced four strong men and one of them had a gun, he stood there without moving, put his right hand into his shirt and replied, "I fucking let you move first."

In a word, the leading strong man froze in place on the spot, while the other three looked at each other.

"... The gunshot fell down, you shivered." The middle-aged man in his fifties raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you do it? Leave the person for me if you don't do it!"

"Mom!" The strong man gritted his teeth and was about to raise his arm to pull the trigger.

"puff!"

A very silent gunfire sounded, and before the strong man could lift his arm, the bullets broke into a small pit on the soil on the toes of his right foot. He and his three accomplices were shocked and shuddered. When they lowered their heads and saw the flying soil, they realized that the bullets had not hit him.

The right pocket of the middle-aged man in his fifties was broken and white smoke was emitting, which was very intimidating: "I'll let you adjust it again, let's try again."

The strong man in the leading man pulled Lao Fu without moving, and his sideburns began to flow with sweat beads visible to the naked eye.

"Get out!" The strong man in his fifties suddenly shouted in his right hand in his pocket.

...

A minute later, the van left, and Lao Fu sat in his yard covering the wound on the ribs, breathing rapidly.

"If he wants to be twenty years younger, I can cut them to death." Lao Fu was still not convinced while sitting on the soil at this moment, and his eyes widened and cursed.

After bent down in his fifties, he reached out to support Lao Fu's arm, lowered his head and looked at his wound and said, "You have to go to the hospital right away."

"Get out too!" Lao Fu shook his arm away and gritted his teeth and cursed.

"I'm quite old, why don't you know how to be rude?!" middle-aged man responded for a moment.

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Lao Fu asked with blood on his face: "You must be looking for that dead guy when you come here. Go away quickly, I don't know where he is!"

When middle-aged man heard this, he suddenly realized it. Then he calmed down and said, "The knife is pulled out, and it will be troublesome if there is blood in your abdomen. If you believe me, hurry up and go to the hospital."

"Don't worry, leave quickly." Lao Fu knew that this person must have come to find his son, so he didn't look good from beginning to end.

"Fuck!" After cursing, middle-aged man frowned and walked out.

Lao Fu rested in the hospital for a while and wanted to stand up, but found that his chest was blocked, his abdomen was swollen, and he couldn't use any strength, so he could only grit his teeth and crawl to the neighbor's house next to him, hoping to find two people to take him to the hospital.

"Tread."

At this moment, the middle-aged man in his fifties walked for more than a hundred meters and then turned around and returned.

"Why are you not leaving yet?" Old Fu lay next to the gate and looked up at the other party.

"...I'm afraid you will die here." The middle-aged man reached out and raised Lao Fu directly, lowered his head and asked, "Do you have other children? I'll take you to the hospital, and call them."

"What good guy do you pretend to be with me?"

"I don't have to pretend. I'm just a good person. I don't know how much I have saved you from the wounds of you over the years... but there is no good reward." Middle-aged man sighed, and walked quickly with Lao Fu in his arms: "When I came, I saw that there was a car at the entrance of the village."

"What are you looking for that buff in my house?"

"Get something." Middle-aged man responded truthfully.

"Have he caused a lot of trouble outside, otherwise he could find his home?" Lao Fu said without caring, but at this moment he couldn't help asking.

“…It’s not very clear about the specificity.”

"What's your name?"

"My surname is Ye."

"...Xiao Ye, is that little boy in my family unable to overcome this hurdle this time?" Lao Fu asked with a dim and worry after a long time of silence.

"I don't know." Lao Ye shook his head.

"...Forget it, I'm not going to be alive for two days. He will do whatever he wants." Old Fu cursed with red eyes.

Lao Ye turned his head to look at him, and after a long silence, he said, "My son is not obedient either."

"Then you can deal with him!"

"Dead." Old Ye paused and responded.

When Lao Fu heard this, he was silent for a long time and sighed and said nothing.

...

Two hours later, after Lao Ye sent Fu Zhisong's father to the hospital, he found a chance to leave.

After half an hour, Fu Zhisong's younger brother and elder sister came to the hospital to visit his father. The doctor told them that the old man had blood in his abdominal cavity and bleeding in his stomach, which the county hospital could not do, so everyone could only transfer him to Chif City Hospital after a while.

Because Lao Ye helped stop bleeding and bandage while on the road, and doctors from the county hospital treated the wound, Lao Fu came to Chif City Hospital for rescue that night and was temporarily out of danger, but fate did not favor the family anymore.

The next morning, the doctor came to the ward with Lao Fu filming his abdominal cavity and chest cavity.

"Are you two his children?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, I am his eldest daughter, my name is Fu Wenfang."

"Okay, then you can come out."

"What's wrong?" Fu Wenfang was a little panicked when she heard the sound.

"Let's go out and say it." The doctor called again.

"...Okay, OK!" Fu Wenfang was stunned and walked out with the doctor.

On the hospital bed, Lao Fu glanced at the doctor, opened his mouth and shouted: "I am a person of this age. I have never seen anything before, and I can't accept anything? What's wrong? Let's talk about it here!"

The doctor was stunned.

"I'm even more upset when you hide it from me. What's wrong?" Lao Fu asked again.

After careful consideration, the doctor put the film on the table and lowered his head and replied: "Mr., your injury problem is not too serious, but when making the film...!"

...

It was past six o'clock in the evening.

In the basement of the club, Fu Zhisong, who couldn't sleep at all, was about to go to the hospital to see Wenwen when he received a strange number.

"Hey? Hello!"

"...I'm Fu Wenfang, something happened to my father." My sister's extremely cold voice rang on the phone.

Fu Zhisong was stunned on the spot.

...

About an hour later, in the KTV private room in the club, more than a dozen bald middle-aged men were sitting on the sofa and smoking.

"Brother, let's have a concert?!" The wine girl picked up the wine glass at the leading middle-aged man.

"Don't worry." The middle-aged man had a scar as big as a fist on the back of his head. His skin looked collapsed, as if a bone was missing, and his right eyeball was blue, which looked very scary: "Hey, is your mom named Lanlan? I heard that it looks so beautiful. You can call her in and have a drink with me."

"Hehe, mommy cares about us, she doesn't care about drinking." The girl replied with a smile.
Chapter completed!