Song Jianye also said in astonishment: "Black Tiger Gang?!" His arms were firmly held down by the fist tiger, and he raised his head and looked at us hard.
The light was not good, and he really couldn't see the full text of Star Trek clearly. In order to protect his eyesight, I slowly lowered my head, getting closer and closer to his raised face. Finally, there was only a fist's distance between us.
Then, I gave him a big smile: "Dear Director Song, do you still recognize me?"
Song Jianye widened his eyes: "You...you..."
"Pa" a slap was thrown out.
"This slap was given on behalf of Sister Qi."
"Pa pa" two slaps were thrown out.
"These two slaps were given to help Xiang Xiang."
Then he kicked out with a side kick, hitting Song Jianye hard on the cheek, and his two back teeth flew out.
"Okay, I'll stop here." I said, "Next, it's your turn."
Ye Zhan, Zhuantou, and Quanhu rushed forward, punching and kicking Song Jianye. He screamed incessantly, but no police came to check. We still have to stay in the cell for 15 days, so we have to take our time. Don't be impatient. It would be no fun to beat him to death all at once. After beating him for a while, they made him kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, crawling around in the cell.
Naturally, I took the innermost bed, while Song Jianye could only sleep next to the toilet. Every morning when I woke up, the first thing I did was to beat him up, and after that, my whole body felt refreshed; every night before going to bed, the first thing I did was to beat him up, and after that, I slept very soundly. But I couldn't beat him too hard, after all, my hand hadn't healed yet.
In addition to beating him, we also invented many games. For example, we asked Song Jianye to call out the names of the stations, and asked him to stand upside down at the wall, starting from the south of the city and continuing to the north. If he got one wrong, he would be slapped.
Song Jianye was tortured like this for fifteen days, and he was neither a human nor a ghost. Fifteen days later, we were yawning when we were released from the prison, and everyone in the cell lined up to see us off. Song Jianye had been trained by us to be a soldier, and he stood at attention and saluted: "Goodbye, Chief. Welcome to come and inspect again!"
The first thing I did when I got out was to meet Gao Qi. We took a lot of photos in the cell and showed her all the ways Song Jianye was beaten. Gao Qi smiled from ear to ear and happily put her arms around my neck and said, "Little Mouse, you are so good to your sister."
Director Chu heard about Song Jianye's situation and called him nervously: "Brother Hao, did you put him in jail?"
I asked him playfully, “What do you think?”
Director Chu said, "I think so. That night at the Golden Splendor, I felt that he was going to be in big trouble."
"Haha, if you hadn't mentioned the magnificent event, I would have forgotten about it. Where were you hiding when the incident happened? You didn't even come out to speak for me. What do you mean? Do you want to wait for Song Jianye to deal with me?"
"No, no, I was already asleep..."
"Bullshit, I'll give you a card number, you deposit 200,000 yuan into it, and then forget about it."
Of course, what I gave him was Gao Qi's card number, and I don't know when I will be able to repay the favor I owe Gao Qi.
After this incident, everything was very peaceful for a while. Autumn finally arrived, and large pieces of fallen leaves were blown down by the wind. I still went back and forth between school, construction site, and Forest Bar, and I adapted to my triple identity better and better. The Black Tiger Gang slowly encroached on the entire construction site, and anyone who came to transport sand must be our people. Over time, what tricks the Black Tiger Gang was playing became a secret known to the industry. Those contractors were not fools, and they gradually saw the tricks of pulling sand, but they dared not speak out.
On this day, I was wearing my security uniform as usual, leading two security guards around the construction site. Soon, I found something was wrong. It was already nine o'clock in the morning, the sun had risen to the middle of the sky, and there was not a single truck carrying sand on the construction site. The workers were also complaining, and many contractors were outside making phone calls to inquire about the whereabouts of sand, stone, and earth.
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