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

Without saying a word, the old farmer turned around and left.I, Zhang Yujie, and Zhao Wusheng followed behind him, walked through a courtyard, and then came to the back room.

The old farmer pushed open the door of the back room, and the three of us followed in.

There was a dirty square table in the middle of the room, with some playing cards scattered on it, and a white candle was lit in the middle. The flickering light of the fire illuminated the not-so-large room quite clearly.

A squatting person beside the square table suddenly stood up and said with the same strong accent, "You are here!"

I noticed that there was a tall and thick man lying beside him, but his head was covered by a sack and his face could not be seen. [

Hearing someone coming in, the person whose head was covered by the sack suddenly cried out "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"Kick you to death again!" The farmer next to him suddenly kicked the man's head fiercely, and it stopped as expected, only groaning softly.

"How is he?" Zhao Wusheng asked.

"At first he refused to eat, so we simply starved him for two days, and now he eats nothing." The old farmer who opened the door for us said, and then smiled honestly: "Of course, we also beat him many times."

I swallowed silently, still guessing who the person lying on the ground was, and why was he tied up here?Being sent to such a remote wilderness, I'm afraid...

I don't dare to think about it anymore, I only know that I am afraid that this is the real underworld behavior!

Some fear in my heart, some excitement, some trembling, some disgust, some confusion.

Since Zhang Yujie came in, his eyes had been fixed on the man covered with a head covering on the ground, with an unfathomable look on his face.

A spark suddenly flashed in my mind, could it be...

Zhao Wusheng nodded and said, "You two go out first, don't go too far, just wait for us nearby."

The two old farmers nodded together and went out, closing the door behind them.

The candle on the square table was burning out, flickering on and off, Zhang Yujie walked over to pick it out, and the candle regained some short-term vitality, and it seemed that it could last for a while.

There were some scattered straws on the ground, a few broken bowls and chopsticks, and some leftovers in them.