Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Could it be... Could it be that he still misses Ni Sihui?

Zhao Wusheng smiled again and said, "In that case, come with me."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Yujie asked.

"Don't talk so much, just follow me." Zhao Wusheng stood up and shouted to the boss: "Check out."

The boss walked over staggeringly, seemed to be full of fear towards the few of us, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, just treat me as an invitation to dinner." [

"We are not the kind of unreasonable people." Zhao Wusheng smiled, took out the wallet from his pocket, took out 100 yuan, and handed it to the boss.

"You don't need so much!" The boss said with trepidation, "I'll give you some change."

"Take it as your tip." Zhao Wusheng led Zhang Yujie and me to the food stall, and said, "Thank you very much for not calling the police just now."

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wusheng looked at "Xinxiang Yilong" and others lying on the ground, and said, "Zhang Yujie, your strength has increased again."

"It's not bad." Normally, Zhang Yujie would have blown himself up when he heard such an exaggeration, but now, his mood was so heavy that he might not be in the mood to joke anymore.

Zhao Wusheng led us through the side alley, through mud and water, and around countless potholes.During this period, Zhao Wusheng kept looking back vigilantly to make sure that no one was following us.There were no street lights in the alley, and it was dark. When I walked in front of an ordinary house, I saw a white van parked at the door.

The van was worn out and old, apparently it had been hit countless times, and it was close to being scrapped.Zhao Wusheng opened the car door and told us to get in.I murmured in my heart: How could a person of Zhao Wusheng's status drive such a broken van and hide it deep in the alley?After thinking about it, I realized that it was a deception. It seemed that Zhao Wusheng didn't want anyone to know where he was going next.

The van was empty, with only two seats, the driver and the co-pilot, and some strange things were piled up in the middle, giving off a rusty smell.

Both Zhang Yujie and I refused to take the co-pilot seat, so we sat on the floor at the back of the car, one on the left and one on the right, neither talking, staring at the window in a daze.