Delinquent youth, hot-blooded and wild!
Wang Hao, who was bullied and ostracized by his classmates for three years in junior high, thought things would change when he came to Chengnan High Sc...
Maizi also rushed to say, "That's right, he is just a little scoundrel in our school, it is impossible for him to know the old leader of the Black Tiger Gang. I want to kill him tonight, so he is trying every possible way to escape now."
I didn't argue, I just looked at Wang Jinbao. I believe that the current leader of the Black Tiger Gang will definitely make the most correct choice. This is my last hope, and it is also his last hope. Neither of us will miss it.
Wang Jinbao lit another cigarette. He looked at me, as if thinking about something. When he finished his cigarette and stepped on the cigarette butt, he said, "Let him try." Dao Hu was standing next to him: "Brother..." Wang Jinbao interrupted him and said, "If he runs away, it won't have much impact on us; but if he succeeds, it will be of great significance to us."
"Besides," Wang Jinbao continued, "he may not be able to escape." Then, he walked to one of the cars in front, took something out and walked towards me. I could see clearly that it was a double-barreled shotgun. This thing seems to be not strictly controlled and is particularly easy to buy on the black market. After all, there are still many "hunting names". Wang Jinbao pointed the gun at me and said, "If I see you not entering the building, but running towards the field behind, I promise to blow your head off immediately."
I said without hesitation, "Okay."
Wang Jinbao said, "Let him come out."
Dao Hu and the others made way for me, and I squeezed out of the car, waiting for them to untie the ropes on my hands. Wang Jinbao said, "Don't untie the ropes. You have legs to walk over, and a mouth to talk. It shouldn't be difficult for you to ask the old gang leader to come to us."
I thought so too, and walked towards the tube building. Maizi said gloatingly, "I'm waiting to see your head blown off." I ignored him, thinking that I would wait until I invited Uncle Zhao down to see whose head was blown off. I walked forward, and I knew they were all looking at me without looking back. And Wang Jinbao was still pointing the shotgun at me, waiting to blow my head off at any time.
I am very familiar with this road, I must have been here dozens of times. As I was walking, I suddenly felt strange. Who was the black shadow that attacked the two people in front and Dao Hu? Why have I never encountered it in so many times? Could it be that it has only appeared recently? Oh my God! Thinking of this, I felt a little guilty. If so, the black shadow would not recognize me. What if I walked over and the black shadow attacked me too? I have no weapon in my hand, and my arms are tied, so I can only be beaten.
But I still have a pair of legs, I can run back if things go wrong. No, no, I can't run back, running back is a dead end. I can go into the wild land behind. Although Wang Jinbao said he would blow my head off, it would be more than 200 meters away by then. A hunting rifle can't have such a long range, right? And from such a distance, I don't believe he can hit me. It must be mostly to scare me.
I was happy when I thought about it. At least I didn't have to die. With that in mind, I took a big step forward, feeling confident. When I reached the door of the building, I started to feel a little nervous again, wondering if the dark shadow was still there. There was no light and it was pitch black inside. I tentatively called out, "Is anyone there?" Someone inside responded, "Wang Hao?" I was also surprised. It was Uncle Chen's voice. I called out, "Uncle Chen?" Then a dark shadow walked out. In the moonlight, it turned out to be Uncle Chen. Uncle Chen was holding a piece of steel pipe in his hand and was also very surprised, "Wang Hao, why are you here? Who tied you up like this?"
Uncle Chen is also a resident of this building. I often run into him when I come here. I don’t know his full name, so I just follow Li Wenchao and call him Uncle Chen. In this building, the only people whose full names I know are Li Wenjuan and Qisi Yanwangye. Uncle Chen likes to play with birds and has several birds. He carries a cage in each hand all day long. He looks like an ordinary citizen. The black shadows with blood all over their heads that were beaten by Daohu just now, which made Wang Jinbao afraid to come over, could it be Uncle Chen? ! This, this is not possible, right? ? ?
I didn't want to tell him about the Black Tiger Gang, nor did I want to tell him that my life was in danger, and I didn't want to involve him in this trouble, so I said, "It's okay, I'll come over to look for Uncle Zhao. Uncle Chen, why aren't you asleep yet?" Uncle Chen said, "It's my turn to keep watch tonight, things are a little uneasy." I was even more puzzled: "Why are you keeping watch?" Uncle Chen said, "The place where we live is quite remote, and there are often some lawless elements running around everywhere, so we residents spontaneously organize ourselves to take turns keeping watch to protect everyone's safety."
I thought Uncle Chen was awesome, he could beat Dao Hu and the others so hard that they ran away in panic. So I said, "Uncle Chen, you stay here, I'll go up to find Uncle Zhao." Uncle Chen nodded, "Go ahead, your Uncle Zhao is probably asleep, knock on the door twice more." I said, "Okay." I walked in and ran upstairs to Uncle Zhao's floor. Then I remembered that my arms were still tied up. I really regretted not asking Uncle Chen to untie me. I had no choice but to kick the door. Of course, I didn't kick it, I just kicked it lightly with my toes.
After kicking for a long time, someone finally opened the door. Uncle Zhao appeared at the door with sleepy eyes. When he saw me, he was surprised and said, "Wang Hao? What are you doing here so late?" I looked at Uncle Zhao's hair like a bird's nest and his eye sockets full of eye boogers. I really couldn't imagine that he was the old leader of the Black Tiger Gang. This, this is no different from an ordinary middle-aged uncle?
I said hesitantly, "Uncle Zhao, may I ask if your full name is Zhao Gensheng?"
Uncle Zhao asked doubtfully, "Yes, what's wrong?"
I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's right. Come with me. Your disciples are so anxious that they are about to cry."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!