Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 259 Xiaoliu's Death
Wang Qiang is a native of Xinzhou and lives in Heshan District. He hummed a tune as he went downstairs. He usually likes to eat clay pot rice at a restaurant opposite the community. A portion costs 13 yuan and is very good value for money.

As soon as I arrived at the store door, I saw a motorcycle parked there.

Wang Qiang actually has always had a dream of riding a motorcycle, and he thought that was something a man should play with. Riding a motorcycle would be even more exciting if there was a girl hugging him, so he couldn't help but take a closer look. As a result, as soon as he entered the door, he saw an acquaintance, Yan Zhenzhen?
At this time, Yan Zhenzhen was sitting opposite a handsome and sunny man. They were very affectionate and eating a casserole rice. The seat was originally for four people, but the two of them put their helmets on the seats next to them, so only the two of them could sit there.

Yan Zhenzhen was also surprised when she saw Wang Qiang.

After all, Wang Qiang actually left an indelible impression on her during the first semester of her freshman year, which was shame and resentment. You know, Wang Qiang had evidence against her for going into the adult industry, and as a result he blackmailed her several times, asking her to sleep with him, and he also made unreasonable demands every time. So when Yan Zhenzhen saw Wang Qiang, she hated him to the core.

"What's wrong? Your classmate?" Zhang Yan noticed Yan Zhenzhen's strange look, and glanced at Wang Qiang casually. Seeing that Wang Qiang was dark and rough, he immediately smiled contemptuously.

"Uh-huh."

Yan Zhenzhen nodded slightly.

Zhang Yan knew from the expressions of the two that Yan Zhenzhen and Wang Qiang probably didn't have a good relationship, so he didn't think much about it.

Wang Qiang found a place to sit down. When he passed by Zhang Yan, he happened to see the picture on Zhang Yan's mobile phone out of the corner of his eye.

It is a colorful picture.

Just like a slot machine.

It's just an electronic version.

"pg?"

Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth, said nothing, and found a seat to sit down.

PG, like PC, is also a form of online gambling entertainment.

Simply put, PC is about opening numbers, and there are many types, but no matter what, the ways of playing are very different, they are nothing more than big or small, odd or even, leopard, pair, straight, dragon, tiger, leopard, etc.

PG is something similar to a slot machine. You only bet a few dollars at a time, but don't underestimate a few dollars, because the slot machine is started by pressing a button yourself, and a night will pass quickly. It is common to lose thousands of dollars.

In fact, Wang Qiang does not trust PG at all, but chooses to play PC. The reason is that the numbers given by PC can be found on Baidu. Almost every number given by software is officially given in secret, which is very fair and objective and cannot be falsified.

But PG is different. Who knows if the probability can be adjusted secretly?

So, when Wang Qiang saw that Yan Zhenzhen’s boyfriend was actually playing PG, he had already labeled Zhang Yan a "fool" and a "idiot".

……

Jinling.

Yang Hao and eight other people lived in a hotel. They directly booked a suite and spent their days eating, drinking and sleeping there. However, they also kept an eye on Xinzhou's developments and communicated with Manager Wang by phone at any time for detailed consultation.

Manager Wang said that through this bronze tripod, he had collected detailed evidence of the crimes committed by that big shot. Without saying much else, at least he had obtained the secret cooperative relationship between him and Xia Shanhu. Manager Wang planned to drive himself, carrying the evidence and bronze ware filled with the big shot's crimes, and go to Beijing to file a complaint in person.

Sue his mother.

That day, Xiaoliu suddenly found Yang Hao anxiously and said bluntly that he wanted to go back to Xinzhou.

"What are you doing back?"

"My mother was hit by someone while buying groceries. She was in a car accident and is now in the ICU of the hospital. I want to go back."

"What?" Yang Hao was surprised. At this critical moment, Xiaoliu's mother was hit by someone? Yang Hao asked, "How serious is the injury?"

"We are rescuing them."

Xiao Liu was extremely anxious and wanted to return to Xinzhou right now to be filial to his old mother. Although Xiao Liu was cold-blooded and even murderous, he could kill people like killing chickens without blinking an eye. However, everyone has a soft spot, and Xiao Liu's soft spot is his mother. Although he is not a well-known filial son, he is famous for being filial. After all, he comes from a single-parent family and was raised by his mother with great difficulty since he was a child.

Now, Xiaoliu's eyes were red, "Boss Yang, let me go back."

Yang Hao pondered for a moment, "This might be a conspiracy. We killed Xia Shanhu, Manager Wang took the bronze tripod, and that big shot began to take revenge on us crazily."

"I know, but... that's my mother. I must go back. Even if it's a trap, I'm willing to do it. Boss Yang, please let me go back."

Yang Hao sighed. Actually, he really wanted to keep Xiaoliu. Xiaoliu went there even though he knew there was a tiger there. This kind of thing would happen to anyone.

That night, Xiaoliu boarded a flight back to Xinzhou.

Yang Hao tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. He finally fell asleep, but his sleep was very light and his eyelids kept twitching. He always felt that something was going to happen. In the middle of the night, Yang Dalong walked in hurriedly and woke Yang Hao up, "Something happened."

"What's wrong?" Yang Hao started and stood up.

"Xiao Liu is dead."

"what?"

"I didn't sleep. Someone from the fuel tank just sent me a photo. Take a look." As he said that, Yang Dalong took out his mobile phone and showed a photo to Yang Hao.

The photo shows a bloody person with many cuts on his body.

It’s Xiaoliu.

He was hacked to death in the street.

Yang Hao's eyes suddenly turned red. You know, five hours ago, Yang Hao personally sent Xiao Liu to the airport, and the two said goodbye to each other. Xiao Liu's voice and smile were still in his mind, but now he was gone. When he looked at Xiao Liu again, he saw a cold corpse that had been hacked to pieces and was unrecognizable.

"Fuck!" Yang Hao clenched his fists and asked, "They all know?"

"Well, we all got the mail."

Yang Hao stopped talking and clenched his fists.

Although he and Xiaoliu did not have a deep friendship and had only known each other for more than half a year, they could not be said to be together day and night, but Xiaoliu wholeheartedly abided by the professional ethics of a red stick, serving him at his beck and call and assisting him wholeheartedly. But now, Xiaoliu was dead just like that?

Yang Hao left the bedroom. The living room was filled with smoke. Six men were sitting there with red eyes.

They have been with Xiaoliu through thick and thin. Strictly speaking, Xiaoliu is their elder brother, but now, Xiaoliu is dead.

"Boss Yang, we need to go back to Xinzhou."

"..."

When a few people saw Yang Hao, they all came over chattering.

Yang Hao glanced around and said, "This is a trap. They are waiting for you to return. If you go now, your fate will be no different from that of Brother Six."

"We don't care, Boss Yang, we are here to say goodbye. We have already booked the tickets and will leave at nine in the morning. We are going to Xinzhou to seek revenge."

"Yes, revenge, damn it, kill them back."

"Revenge for Sixth Brother."

Seeing that the crowd was getting excited, Yang Hao knew that he could not calm them down, so he walked to the window and called Gao Sancheng.

(End of this chapter)