"Ya da".
The bolt on the door was pulled open, and as the doorknob turned, the middle-aged man with a beer belly yanked the door open.
A man wearing a down jacket appeared before him, his head covered by a hat, and his extremely gloomy face was staring intently at him.
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"I'll blanch it!"
The middle-aged man with the beer belly was startled and involuntarily took a few steps back.
However, when he saw the man's face clearly, he burst out laughing instantly.
"Pfft, hahaha, aren't you that simp? I haven't even called you to send the puppies' burp condoms yet, and you've already come to my door yourself, hahaha..."!
The middle-aged man with a beer belly stepped forward, laughing loudly, and pointed at Wang Ma.
Wang Ma ignored the fly in front of him and instead looked inside.
A woman was sitting on the bed scrolling through her phone. Her body was covered by the blanket, but a large expanse of her snow-white breasts and swan-like neck were still exposed.
Noticing the noise coming from the doorway, Cuihua looked up and immediately met Wang Ma's cold, red eyes.
Cuihua was taken aback at first, then seemed to realize something and immediately looked down.
"Aaaaah! You pervert, what are you looking at! Turn your head away right now and close your dog eyes!"
Cuihua exclaimed in surprise, immediately threw down her phone, grabbed the blanket high, and completely covered her body with it, leaving only her head showing. Her phoenix eyes were glaring angrily at Wang Ma.
Seeing that Wang Ma completely ignored him and even focused his attention on his woman.
The middle-aged man with the beer belly was instantly filled with rage, and he raised his right hand and slapped the man across the face.
"Smack!"
"Hey! What the hell are you looking at? My woman is not for you to look at. You dare to ignore me? Who do you think you are!"
The middle-aged man with a beer belly slapped Wang Ma across the face, causing his hat to fall off his back, and a red handprint gradually appeared on Wang Ma's face.
Under the slap, Wang Ma slowly turned his gaze to the middle-aged man with a beer belly in front of him.
His eyes were icy cold, staring at the beer-bellied middle-aged man as if he were a dead man, and the zipper on the right pocket of his clothes was slowly pulled open.
"Hey! What the hell is that look you're giving me? Speak up! I'm talking to you!"
Seeing Wang Ma's cold eyes, the beer-bellied middle-aged man felt a chill run down his spine, but those eyes also made him extremely angry, as if they looked down on him.
He raised his right hand again and then swung it toward Wang Ma's face once more.
However, this time the slap did not land on Wang Ma's face; it was instead being firmly gripped by his left hand.
Wang Ma had worked on construction sites for a while, so he was quite robust. His strength was far beyond that of a middle-aged man with a beer belly. Plus, he was over 1.8 meters tall, so he could easily catch a chick.
"Chao! You fucking let go of me, let go! I told you to let go..."
The middle-aged man with the beer belly was in pain from Wang Ma's grip, and he was so angry that he was about to slap him with his left hand.
But before he could make a move, Wang Ma had already kicked him hard in the stomach.
"bump"!
The middle-aged man with the beer belly rolled out like a ball, his head slamming heavily against the TV cabinet in front of the bed.
"Ah...ah! Cough cough cough! My...my stomach...it hurts so much...ah, ugh, cough cough..."!
The middle-aged man with a beer belly clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground in pain, vomiting undigested food that spilled all over the floor.
His head was hit and a wound was cut, from which red blood was flowing continuously.
"Ahhh! Mr. Zhang, are you alright?!"
Cuihua gasped in shock, looking at the agonizing Mr. Zhang on the ground with a face full of horror. But at this moment, she was completely naked and dared not get out of bed.
"Clatter!"
Wang Ma entered the room, closed the door behind him, and locked it.
He then began to walk step by step toward the two of them.
"Cough cough...cough! I...fuck you! Do you know who I am?! You dare hit me, I'll definitely..."!
Mr. Zhang let out a painful cry, struggled to slowly stand up from the ground, and looked up with a face full of anger.
The next second, a cold, black object pressed against his forehead.
Mr. Zhang trembled instantly, and the words he was about to say stopped abruptly.
His eyes slowly moved, his gaze falling on the object in Wang Ma's hand.
"Gun...gun?"
Mr. Zhang blurted out in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the black pistol pressed against his forehead.
Cuihua on the bed was also terrified, completely stunned on the spot.
But at that moment, Mr. Zhang suddenly realized what was happening, and the disbelief on his face vanished instantly.
"What kind of junk is this? Trying to scare me with a broken toy gun? Huh, go ahead and shoot if you dare!"
That being said, Mr. Zhang was feeling extremely uneasy at that moment.
"Hey! This thing can't be a real gun, can it? But how is that possible? We're in China, but it looks like it's real!"
Mr. Zhang was in a state of confusion. To be honest, he didn't really believe that this thing was a real gun; he thought it was more like a high-quality replica toy.
"Oh, it's fake? Then I can let you try it."
Wang Ma spoke slowly, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.
"Eh...what do you mean...?"
Before Mr. Zhang could understand what Wang Ma meant, he saw the black pistol quickly pointed at his right leg.
The next second...
"Bang"!
A loud gunshot rang out instantly, and a nine-millimeter bullet was fired from the barrel, hitting him directly in the thigh.
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