Chapter 21: Sneak Attack Failed, Villain Style
At the age of 16, we joined the Green Wolf Gang.
At the age of 17, he put on a short coat and acted recklessly. He no longer had to pick up trash. He took revenge on several scavengers and trampled them under his feet.
At the age of 18, Brother Tong was appreciated by the second boss for his ferocity and was taught a set of boxing skills. I was extremely envious.
I hoped that Brother Tong could teach me, but he refused. He said that there are rules in the gang and that if you want to learn boxing, you must first make achievements.
At the age of 19, Brother Tong has become very good at boxing. His fists have become harder and harder, and his arms are almost thicker than my thighs.
At the age of 20, Brother Tong made another contribution. The gang took over 798 Street. From then on, we didn’t have to do anything. Every merchant on this street had to pay protection fees to the gang.
Of course, the money is paid into the gang. Brother Tong can get more because he is appreciated by the second leader, so I can only spend Brother Tong’s money.
At the age of 21, starting this year, several hair salons are under the management of Brother Tong. Brother Tong has become more powerful and has two more followers.
At the age of 22, I finally saved enough money and went to a street martial arts gym to learn leg techniques. I practiced hard every day, but made little progress because my foundation was too poor. I began to like drinking and understood why I would hit people after drinking, because there was a fire in my heart that I couldn't suppress.
Brother Tong noticed my anxiety and advised me not to be anxious and drink less, and he would protect me for the rest of my life.
At the age of 23, I decided to listen to Brother Tong. I decided to drink less and stop practicing martial arts. It would be nice to follow Brother Tong for the rest of my life.
At the age of 24, I followed Brother Tong every day, helped him look after the hair salon, drank with him at night, and was very happy every day.
At the age of 25, Brother Tong said that he didn’t want to manage only two hair salons for the rest of his life, he wanted to move up, and he said that the second in command had given him a task to do.
He decided to do it.
I was very worried about Brother Tong. I asked him what happened, but he didn't tell me anything. I expressed my understanding.
The night before last, Brother Tong got me drunk and then secretly went out. Actually, I was not asleep, but I knew he went out.
The next day, I heard from the gang that someone had died in the hospital, and I immediately knew that it was Brother Tong who did it.
Brother Tong killed someone, and the death of a few people is nothing. The problem is that the woman was sent to the hospital by the police station, and the police station will definitely hold her accountable.
I was surprised at Tong Ge's audacity, but also worried about him.
Tonight, Brother Tong and I drank a lot at the door of the hair salon. Brother Tong patted my shoulder happily and said that he was really going to get promoted this time.
I danced with joy and seemed even happier than Brother Tong. I laughed and congratulated Brother Tong. The two of us drank more than a dozen cans of wine. My stomach was shaking. I burped and vomited on the side of the road, choking on tears.
Am I really happy? I asked myself, and I couldn't figure out what I was thinking. I had a smile on my face, but tears in the corners of my eyes.
Brother Tong walked away, and I quickly wiped my mouth and chased after him.
Brother Tong laughed out loud, mocking me for vomiting on my shoes. I scratched my head in embarrassment, and Brother Tong and I supported each other as we turned into the low building in the shantytown.
A father and son used to live in the low building. The man was a gambler, his wife ran away with someone, and the boy was in elementary school.
Later, he was set up by Brother Tong and owed a loan shark. He had to mortgage his house, his liver and kidneys were dug out and fed to dogs, and the boy was thrown out of the house to pick up scraps.
The house is on the second floor.
Brother Tong was leaning against the escalator drunkenly, and I took out the key from my pocket.
The light bulb in the corridor was broken and flickering, so I had to put my face close to the keyhole and try again, again, before I finally got it in.
When I turned the lock, I subconsciously looked down at my feet.
The two overlapping shadows are mine and Brother Tong’s.
The light flickered, and suddenly, a third shadow appeared, right behind Brother Tong and me.
I was stunned for a moment, and when I looked again in a daze, the shadow that suddenly appeared became real.
I turned my head suddenly, and a pair of cold eyes looked at me in the darkness.
My eyes fell into darkness, time seemed to slow down, and everything in the past flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.
So, am I going to die?
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Zhang Tong was drunk and saw Ma Wei fall forward, his head pushing the door open, and his face hit the ground heavily, motionless.
He was instantly sobered up by the shock and subconsciously lowered his head and bent over. He felt a cool breeze brushing against his scalp, and a large clump of hair and a piece of scalp fell to the ground with a thud.
There was a burning pain on his bald head, and warm blood flowed into his eye sockets as he dodged, stinging him so much that he wanted to close his eyes.
How could he dare to close his eyes? Zhang Tong glared at him angrily, stepped on Ma Wei's back with his shoe, and rolled into the living room. The wooden coffee table was smashed and the wine bottles scattered on the ground broke into glass shards.
Zhang Tong rolled and crawled to his feet, and touched his back, which was covered in blood and broken glass.
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Zhang Tong gritted his teeth and tore off his shirt, pulling a piece of broken glass out of his flesh from the blood-stained shirt.
The tense muscles on his back finally relaxed a little. Although there were still some glass shards left, they did not affect the muscle strength. It was just that his entire back was a mess and bleeding, which was extremely painful.
"Even though you're drunk, are you still so quick to react? Or am I just too slow in drawing my sword?"
Feng Mu secretly felt regretful in his heart, his breathing beneath the mask was a little rapid. He lacked combat experience, and his sneak attacks on the two men were not connected smoothly enough, allowing the latter one to dodge.
The sneak attack on Zheng Hang didn't count as a fight. It was too easy to kill him. At most, it allowed him to see blood, which gave him the courage to kill and made him a bit vicious.
Combat experience is better than nothing.
Adrenaline was surging, and the five fingers gripping the handle of the knife were too stiff, leaving fingerprints on the handle.
Feng Mu could only take a deep breath and imitate the villains in movies and TV dramas, pretending to be grim, while kicking Ma Wei on the ground away, and then closing and locking the door behind his back.
With just three or two moves, he pretended to be 70% arrogant and relieved 50% of the tension.
This just goes to show that, in some specific situations, pretending to be a bad guy really does have miraculous effects, or it can make you ten times more powerful when you turn evil.
There was no light in the room, only the white light from the light strip in the fish tank. Two blue lizards were lying on the wall, their bulging eyes rolling around.
Zhang Tong stared at Feng Mu as he raised his foot, closed the door and locked it, his heart gradually sinking to the bottom.
"Brother, which gang are you from? Why don't you take off your mask and show yourself to others? This will also remind me where I have offended you and made you come to kill someone in the middle of the night." Zhang Tong gritted his teeth and glanced at the security bars outside the window, secretly hating himself for forgetting to take it down.
Feng Mu didn't take off his mask and didn't answer, for fear of revealing his nervousness. He said nothing, and his silence made Zhang Tong shudder.
Zhang Tong had just gone to the hospital to kill someone two days ago. He didn't say a word the whole time and just stabbed the knife mechanically, so he had personal experience that those who don't talk nonsense during the crime process are all determined and ruthless characters.
"Really no room for negotiation?"
Zhang Tong wiped the blood off his face, a fierce look in his eyes. Before he finished his words, the soles of his shoes were dragged on the ground, making a harsh sound. He took three steps and covered Feng Mu's head with his fist as big as a bowl.
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