The hotel owner was also shocked when he saw this scene, and he quickly called the police according to the procedure. When the police arrived, they first arranged an ambulance to send Zhao Peng and Fu Jiaming to the hospital, and then asked the owner what happened. The owner said according to the lines he had prepared last night: "The two came to get a room drunk yesterday, and I don't know how they started fighting in the room this morning." Then he said mysteriously: "According to my observations over the years, this is a pair of glass, I'm afraid it's because of love turning into hate!"

The police frowned and were too lazy to deal with such trivial matters. They just threw them to the hospital and left them alone.

Nie Yuanlong took Wang Lei and me to the hospital, and Qiu Feng also rushed to the hospital with his little mustache.

Zhao Peng and Fu Jiaming were in the same ward. They had just been sutured and bandaged and were still in a deep sleep. According to the doctor, Zhao Peng's injuries were more serious and he would need to rest for at least several dozen days. "It was mainly the anus," the doctor said. "It was severely damaged."

The murder weapon was on the bedside table, it was a shower head. I couldn't imagine how Fu Jiaming could stuff that thing into Zhao Peng's back garden. Nie Yuanlong and Qiu Feng were trembling with anger. They didn't know what was going on, so it was difficult for them to vent their anger now. "How did they get into a room?" Qiu Feng looked at Nie Yuanlong angrily.

Nie Yuanlong also looked at Qiu Feng angrily: "How the hell should I know? Isn't Zhao Peng the one who is more seriously injured now?!"

Wang Lei, Little Mustache and I all had heavy expressions on our faces as we watched the two big guys quarreling in the ward.

"Nie Yuanlong, I'm fucking warning you, don't play dirty with me!" Qiu Feng yelled, "You can't fucking afford it!"

Nie Yuanlong had a gloomy face. He had been suppressed by Qiu Feng all along, and now he was successfully provoked: "Are you fucking an idiot? Did I play dirty tricks to the point of ruining Zhao Peng?!"

Qiu Feng looked at the two people on the bed and seemed to calm down a little. He thought for a moment and said, "Wait until Fu Jiaming wakes up."

After saying that, he left the ward with his mustache.

His meaning was very clear. When Fu Jiaming woke up, he would know the truth. If this matter had anything to do with Nie Yuanlong, he would never let it go. There were only three of us left in the ward. "Fuck!" Nie Yuanlong kicked Zhao Peng's bed and almost knocked him off. He looked at Wang Lei, who shuddered.

"Of the four red sticks, you are the only one left." Nie Yuanlong patted Wang Lei on the shoulder.

Wang Lei nodded dumbfoundedly.

Then Nie Yuanlong looked at me again; "Brother Hao, what do you think is going on?"

I thought for a moment and said, "It's no secret in the vocational college that Zhao Peng is interested in men. So I suspect Fu Jiaming deliberately seduced him, and then the two quarreled for some reason in the hotel, and then started a fight. Zhao Peng would not lose to Fu Jiaming in strength, but now he has been defeated so miserably, which means Fu Jiaming was prepared. All of this is just Qiu Feng's conspiracy."

Wang Lei nodded: "I agree with Brother Hao's opinion."

I glanced at him, and Wang Lei gave me a meaningful look. I felt a little uneasy, and looked at Nie Yuanlong again.

"It's Qiu Feng again..." Nie Yuanlong clenched his fists: "He always likes to play these shady tricks... Damn it, in the end he wants to blame me."

I snorted. "Hasn't he always been like this? From Zhang Xiaoyong to Zhang Yunfei, he always likes to play this game. It's obviously a trap set by him, but he tries every means to blame it on us. Brother Long..."

I let out a long sigh: "I'm not trying to instigate you. I really think you can't endure it any longer... If you continue like this, the next one might be Wang Lei and me. When you're the only one left, Qiu Feng... while we still have some strength, why not give it a try!" After saying this, Wang Lei looked at me strangely again, but this time he didn't support me.

Nie Yuanlong looked at Zhao Peng, then at Fu Jiaming, and walked back and forth between the two beds.

"Start a war..." Nie Yuanlong murmured. At this point, he seemed to have no choice.

The enemy has already stepped on our heads.