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

Could it be that that seemingly honest husband could call so many people to deal with him?

The drunk saw the huge stream of people on the opposite side 50 meters, 30 meters, ten meters away from him...

He swore that if he could escape this disaster, he would never hook up with a married woman again, drink alcohol, gamble, or whore...

five meters.

The deafening footsteps completely made him lose his ability to think, and he knelt down on his knees, wailing. [

The prostitute who hid in the alley before was hiding in the darkness and watching the scene on the street secretly.

She is no longer young, she is already in her 30s, and she has been in this generation for more than ten years, but she has never seen such a scene.

Fireworks Lane was once known as the safest area in Xinxiang City. It has been featured on TV, newspapers and magazines many times, attracting countless outsiders to shop in this street, which is known as the most fashionable and popular.

But now, Fireworks Lane, a quiet and harmonious street, seems to be devoured by the devil, and there are many ghosts born out of thin air, which seem to come out of hell, hitting everyone's nerves.

She believed that there must be many people like her hiding in the alleys near the fireworks alley, and they all opened their eyes wide at this moment, looking at these people on the street in disbelief.

In the entire Fireworks Lane, only the drunk who couldn't move was left kneeling on the ground crying loudly, and more than a hundred people holding instruments were a few meters away from him.

The drunk lay on the ground, covering his head, snot and tears mixed together and wiped on the ground.He felt that the first group of people had approached him, but they didn't stop, but continued to walk around him.

His body was trembling, and he felt an unprecedented pressure gathering around him.He knew that these people were definitely different from the little gangsters who used to make trouble on the streets.

They are real members of the underworld who kill without batting an eyelid!

The drunk man curled up on the ground, not daring to raise his head. He could clearly hear those people's feet stepping past him one by one, but it didn't make him feel relieved.

Only then did the prostitutes hiding in the dark see that some of these people holding different instruments were in their 30s, and some were only sixteen or seventeen years old.