C7 He Had Seen a Ghost(1)

It was early in the morning, 6: 30 in the morning. It was already dawn. The old men and old ladies who were doing morning exercises in the community had already gathered in the central garden. Xiao Lang also walked out in black sportswear.

He ran around the central garden a few times, then ate a basket of buns and drank a bowl of soybean milk at a stall across the community. Only then did he leisurely walk to the bus station.

Luo found Han Mengting's address, and Xiao Lang was ready to talk to her.

Just as Xiao Lang arrived at the bus stop, the door of a golden van by the road suddenly opened. Four big men with steel pipes in their hands came out. One of them was the gangster called Hei Zi.

The Hua Du District might be more remote, but there was no one near the bus stop. The sudden appearance of four burly men with steel pipes shocked Xiao Lang. However, when he saw the black cloth that had just been bandaged on his right hand, Xiao Lang shook his head expressionlessly. " You're really stubborn."

"Cut the crap. Get in the car. Our boss wants to see you." Hei Zi was wearing a black suit on his left arm, which covered his left hand. He raised his left arm slightly, but Xiao Lang saw the black gun in Hei Zi's hand.

Xiao Lang looked at the gun in Hei Zi's hand and drilled into the car without saying anything.

"Damn it." Hei Zi obediently got into the car when he saw Xiao Lang not saying a word. He spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground. As he cursed, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. To be honest, he did not have this guy in his hands. He really did not have the courage to stand in front of Xiao Lang. He was really scared by Xiao Lang's beating.

As soon as Xiao Lang got into the car, Hei Zi and another man had already sandwiched him in the middle. Then, they stared at Xiao Lang with red eyes. Finally, they were still worried and stared at the back of Xiao Lang's waist with guns. He showed his white teeth to Xiao Lang and said fiercely, "Kid, you didn't expect your good days to come to an end so soon, did you?"

"You guys are quite fast. It saves me from looking for you guys." Xiao Lang looked at Hei Zi and shook his head with a cold smile.

When the man sitting in the front seat heard Xiao Lang's words, he slowly turned around. It was a bald, fierce-looking guy. Not even a blade of grass grew on his head, and there were a few scars that had just fallen off his head. A scar extended from his face to his forehead, like a ferocious centipede crawling on his head. It made people's hair stand on end when they saw it.

"Shouting, this kid is very arrogant! Do you have eyes on your butt, kid? Are you still unable to differentiate the situation? Looks like if I don't give you some strength to take a look, you brat still don't know how formidable laozi is."

"You are Mr. Hou, right?" Xiao Lang didn't take his words seriously at all.

"You f * cking know that I still dare to touch my men..." Mr. Hou was already full of anger. When he saw that Xiao Lang still dared to be arrogant at this moment, he was so angry that he raised the steel pipe in his hand and knocked it on Xiao Lang's head.

Bang!

The sound of the steel pipe hitting his head rang out in the car, but then Hei Zi suddenly hugged his head and screamed, "My head, my head, it's bleeding, boss you..."

The car seemed to suddenly become very quiet, only Blackie was still hugging his head and screaming. Everyone, including the driver, stared at Mr. Hou who was holding the steel pipe in a daze through the rearview mirror.

They still did not understand why the steel pipe was hitting Hei Zi's head even though it was clearly aimed at Xiao Lang. Could it be that it was crooked?

"F * ck, what's going on? I've seen a ghost." Mr. Hou's face was filled with disbelief. He looked at Hei Zi, and in the next moment, he raised his hand again. This time, he gripped the steel pipe tightly with both hands, and aimed at Xiao Lang's head.

However, something strange happened again. The steel pipe accurately landed on Hei Zi's head again. The poor Hei Zi rolled his eyes, and completely fell onto his seat. Without feeling anything, the others didn't stop holding their heads with their hands. He avoided Xiao Lang and Mr. Hou from afar. Who knew whose head would fall next?

"Hehe." A strange smile appeared on Xiao Lang's face. He spread his hands and looked at Mr. Hou with disdain.

Cold sweat flowed down Mr. Hou's forehead. He swallowed hard. He quickly threw away the steel pipe and took out a delicate pistol from his waist. The black muzzle of the gun pressed on Xiao Lang's forehead, "I don't believe that I will fail again."

Seeing this group of people take out their pistols again and again, Xiao Lang was a little puzzled. China's gun control was very strict. Why did it seem like they were all cabbages here? It seemed like each of them had one. It seemed that this fellow's pistols were actually made in Germany. It wasn't as simple as an imitation gun.

But no matter what, they were playing with guns in front of Xiao Lang. They were playing with knives in front of Guan Gong. They were asking for trouble!

In the next moment, Mr. Hou's vision blurred, and he felt his wrist go through the air. When he finally reacted, he realized that his gun had somehow run into Xiao Lang's hand. Xiao Lang twisted his hand, and the black gun suddenly broke into pieces. The whole car was shocked.