C8 He Had Seen a Ghost(2)

They're not cops, they're not soldiers. But had they never seen a pig run before? Even if the God of War was called over, he probably wouldn't be able to fire a gun with one hand in a second. What exactly is this guy doing? Oh my god, what kind of abnormal guy is this!

"Still want to come again? I have plenty of patience." Xiao Lang leaned back in the backseat and looked at Mr. Hou.

Xiao Lang's words were still arrogant, but no one thought he was arrogant now. Mr. Hou looked at Xiao Lang with some lingering fear. He knew that he might have met an expert today. Should he come again? Unless he was tired of living.

"Not coming, not coming." Mr. Hou was quite famous in Eastern Sea City. He was a pickpocket. There were about 70 to 80 people in the gang, like Hei Zi. However, looking at this freak in front of him today, he lost all his courage. He shook his head like a rattle drum, and even his tongue seemed to be tied up when he spoke.

"This, this, big brother, it's my little monkey who has eyes but doesn't recognize Mount Tai. I, I apologize to you. I won't do it again next time."

Xiao Lang had a cigarette in his mouth. He said without any teeth, "Apologize? Is there any use in apologizing? Then I'll knock you guys with a steel pipe some other day, and then I'll apologize to you guys, okay? "

When Mr. Hou and the others heard this, they all wished they could hold their heads and cry. If they had known that you were so awesome, who would have dared to use a steel pipe to beat you? Besides, we were the ones who were hurt.

"Then, big brother, can you make a condition?" Mr. Hou really wanted to point at Hei Zi's bleeding head and ask Xiao Lang what was going on. However, Mr. Hou, who had always been fierce, was now like a wife who had just passed by. He asked carefully.

Xiao Lang did not answer Mr. Hou's question. Instead, he looked at the trembling driver and said lightly, "If you don't want to be like him, your head will explode. You'd better drive honestly. Oh right, to Beijing Road."

When the driver heard Xiao Lang's voice, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head. He shivered and almost drove the car into the ditch. Mr. Hou timely slapped the driver's head. "Didn't you hear what Lang said? Do you know how to drive?"

"Yes, yes." The driver's voice was trembling, and his trembling hands started to move again.

Seeing the car go back on the road, Xiao Lang's expression relaxed a little. Then he grabbed the steel pipes with both hands and bent the steel pipes as if nothing had happened. He pulled the steel pipes straight again, just like an arm strength bar.

Mr. Hou and the others, who were still unwilling to give up, saw this and cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.

This was a fake steel pipe, and it was actually used by this young man in front of them as an arm strength bar. And he even played it so easily. What kind of abnormal guy was this?! If he suddenly wanted to use his "tender arms and legs" to practice, wouldn't that mean...

Thinking up to this point, Mr. Hou could not sit still any longer. He hurriedly searched his body from left to right. Finally, he took out a few wrinkled hundred-yuan notes and looked at Xiao Lang pitifully. The other party was still expressionless. He thought that Xiao Lang felt that it was too little, so he hurriedly touched the bodies of the few burly men.

Mr. Hou put away the wallet, then took out all the money in the wallet. He nodded, then respectfully handed it to Xiao Lang and said in a low voice, "This one, Big Brother, I know that in the past, it was just shit to you. But I... We... "Mr. Hou wanted to say that he only had sh * t left, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. "A total of 815, this is a small token of our appreciation, please accept it."

Xiao Lang patted Mr. Hou's shoulder, which was a little funny. Mr. Hou suddenly felt like peeing. He thought that the expert in front of him wanted to do something to him. He waited for Xiao Lang to withdraw his hand. Only now did he gasp for breath. His heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

"Alright." Xiao Lang glanced at the wrinkled big ticket on Mr. Hou's hand. It looked like there were more than a thousand of them. He really needed money now, not because he did not have money. It was just that he did not want to use the money in his Swiss bank for the time being, so he opened his pocket.

Mr. Hou was worthy of being a big brother. He immediately understood what Xiao Lang meant. He excitedly stuffed the money into Xiao Lang's pocket and patted it worriedly. He wasn't afraid of having too little money, but he was afraid that this Great Immortal wouldn't want it. As the saying goes, short hands are short. Mr. Hou hoped that Great Immortal would show mercy this time.

Xiao Lang didn't even look at his pocket. He stuffed his hand into it and took out a few coins. He threw them to Fur, who was driving the car, and said, "This is a tip for you. Stop by the road."

"Ah! 1.35 yuan..." Fur looked at the coins pitifully and exclaimed.

"What's wrong? It's too little?" As soon as Fur finished speaking, he heard a voice that made his hair stand on end. It immediately made his whole body tremble, and he almost drove the car into the ditch.

Mr. Hou looked at Fur with a gaze as sharp as a blade. He really wanted to skin this kid alive. Fur kept giving this guy a look, and only then did he speak weakly. "No... not much. I think it's a bit too much. It's only right that I give it to you. How can I accept your money? "

"Cut the crap. I'm in a hurry. Pull over."

The gangsters in the car watched Xiao Lang get out of the car. They all wanted to cry but had no tears. Who exactly was a gangster?

After making sure that the other party had gone far away, Mr. Hou wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Mr. Hou bitterly took a deep breath. Only then did he remember that there was still a dying brother lying in the car. He hurriedly drove the car towards the hospital.

In just two short days, because the few brothers of the old man had all gone in, Mr. Hou felt that Xiao Lang was not someone to be trifled with. In the future, he should stay as far away as possible!