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

The old policeman rushed upstairs and shouted: "Old Yu, Old Yu!" A man answered in a daze.

The old policeman said, "Call Xiaohai and tell him that his son has been beaten and tell him to go to the hospital." After speaking, the old policeman rushed out holding Ma Liang without looking at me.Holding the iron rod, I didn't know where to go, and I was afraid that something might happen to Ma Liang, so I followed.

After being sent to the hospital, sutures and bandages began.At that time Ma Liang had already woken up, looked at me and said nothing, there seemed to be a trace of fear in his eyes, but more of hatred.The old policeman and I stood outside the operating room.The old police took this opportunity to ask my dad's name, unit, and phone number.

My dad came here in a hurry, and the unit is not far from the hospital.The old policeman told my dad about the situation, that is, this is Xiaohai’s son, etc., and told my dad to think of a way quickly, and asked if there was anyone he knew who could talk to Xiaohai.My dad said, "I don't know anyone."

The old policeman sighed, as if saying, let fate be. [

I could see that Dad was also in a hurry, walking around, sighing, but didn't scold me a word.After a while, the doctor came out and said that the stitches were finished, and asked my dad to pay the money, which seemed to be more than 200 in total.Ma Liang lay on the bed for an infusion, which seemed to be glucose or something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.My dad has been sitting by the bed to comfort him, saying that you used to be classmates, and it's not good to make trouble like this.Ma Liang didn't even bother to look at my dad, he stared at the white clouds outside the window endlessly.

At this moment, two people came in, the leader was a middle-aged man in his 40s, who looked very stable.Behind him was a young man in his early 20s, with dyed yellow hair, a full body, and tights, which looked very powerful.My dad went over to the middle-aged man and said, "You are Brother Hai, right? It's a bit hard to play with children."

At that time, I was still holding the iron rod in my hand, squatting in the corner, and looked up at the two people.The young yellow-haired man looked at me, as if he understood something, rushed over and kicked my chest, and cursed: "Fuck you!"

That yellow-haired man was really strong, and I was kicked on all fours in one fell swoop.He knocked his head against the wall.It was as if a huge blow had been taken on my chest, I couldn't breathe, my head hurt, and tears fell down again.I heard the middle-aged man say: "Big head, don't beat the child." The young man in front of me said cursingly, "You dare to touch a good son, you don't want to live."But he didn't do anything anymore, he seemed to be listening to the middle-aged man.

My dad also hurriedly stood in front of the big head: "Don't hit the child, don't hit the child, why are you angry at me." Seeing my father's obedient look, I felt sad for a while.