we are bad boys

After the conversation with Tan Ping was over, Mumu and I returned to Caesars Palace. When we arrived, Wang Mumu gathered everyone in the office on the third floor.

"Now everything is ready, wait until ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Wenbo's people appear at the crematorium, Dakang, you and Chenchen bring people, just wait for my call, and when my phone rings, your side will start immediately, but It must end within 10 minutes, otherwise it will be easy to be blocked by the police. If our people also go in, then what I do will have no effect!!!" I was wearing half-sleeves, with my legs crossed, and walked slowly Said.

Chenchen nodded after listening to me, and then asked bluntly: "No need to prepare, is there a veil or something?"

"You jb down quickly!!! You look like a black donkey ball, wear a jb scarf, don't be a fucking East Turkistan reactionary and arrest you! Wipe...!" Wang Dapao, as soon as he was free, immediately Just fire.

"I'm not afraid that we'll be in trouble in the future...!" Chenchen didn't dare to provoke Wang Mumu, the murderous weapon in the world, so she could only say something embarrassingly.

"...Hehe, it's okay. I will admit how much money will be spent on compensation and how much money will be spent to settle the matter. But this matter must be done as I said. Let you and Dakang lead the team because You look familiar, even a bastard knows that you are from Caesars Palace...!" I drank my saliva and said slowly.

"Aren't you asking for trouble?" Ji Changzi asked innocently.

"Troubles are often followed by opportunities. Hey, I can't fucking understand you. You should just read "The Story of Snow White and the Seven Old Men"...!" I glanced at it without interest. With a glance, he continued to say to everyone: "Xixi, Tianyang, drive the A6, don't turn off the engine, wait for my call at the door!"

"Understood!!" He always answered "I understand" what you asked him to do, but although he said "I understand", he often couldn't understand anything, so I asked Bi Hou Zhang Xi, who is still smart, make up for his shortcomings...

"Brother Fei, what are you going to do?" Zhang Xi looked up at me and asked with a frown.

"Jichangzi and I will accompany Xiaofei, you know my martial arts!! It is said that once the flying legs come out, you will be ashamed for hundreds of miles! ! "Wang Mumu has a nirvana kick, which he learned from the first human backhand, Ms. Jichangzi's Huangshan Wuying Pumping.

This legwork is mainly about the unique art of using your feet to slap your mouth. It is said that it has been listed as a key national support project by the National Wushu Association. The conditions are no less than that of another unique skill, Sunflower Collection.

So at present, only Wang Mumu and Ji Changzi will meet. Others, the reason why they can't practice is because Wang Mumu has done simulation calculations. A 30-year-old millionaire wants to learn this kick and practice it to perfection. 6 pairs of shoes, more than [-] leg hairs, such extravagant data, can a hairless person dare to learn it? ?If I don't learn well, will I become a hairless Pi Xun? ? ? ?

After the 20 shoes are thrown away, can the millionaire just look at the [-] yuan underpants and cry silently, but his mother can't afford it? ?

Absolute learning is absolute learning! !Kaka, it's flying shoes! !It's Fee Shoes...

Use an alternative leg speed to tell you what it is... to be rich.

"Brother Fei, if Master Mu is going, you should bring two people with you. You know, these two people are good at breaking up Brokeback Mountain, but they fight...!"

"Whoosh!!"

Before Zhang Xi finished speaking, an afterimage, like lightning, flashed across his eyes, and the wind, as sharp as a knife, cut Zhang Xi's slightly messy buoyant sea...

Dakang looked at the chicken intestines, straightened his ankles, kicked his horse in the air, looked at Zhang Xi with a murderous expression, and said two words in admiration: "Good feet!!!"

"**...your feet...why...!" Zhang Xi looked at the yellow feet with the chicken intestines in front of his face, his expression was extremely painful, his face was dripping with sweat, and his body was twitching non-stop...

We all stared at Zhang Xi for a moment, then Dakang ran over and asked with concern: "Xixi, what's wrong with you?"

"I...I...!" Zhang Xi's face was pale, in pain, and he struggled to speak...

"Xixi, you can't die!!! Xixi!!!" Tianyang ate a lot of corn, his mouth was full of crumbs, and he howled twice in grief.

"Changzi, have you already practiced the legendary dark energy???" Wang Mumu said in surprise.

"No, it's because my speed is too fast, disrupting the turbulent flow of time and space, I guess, he may have traveled through...!" Ji Guzi frowned, and said something carefully.

"The world is smacking, you are always a genius, you are indeed a genius!!" Wang Mumu said in admiration.

"Xixi, what happened to you??? What hurt you??" Dakang asked worriedly while shaking Zhang Xi vigorously.

"...Don't move, I'm going to vomit!!" Zhang Xi gritted his teeth and said something with difficulty.

"Xixi, I'm sorry, I'll smoke it again, and I promise to make you a prince in the Ming Dynasty!!" Ji Changzi said guiltily.

"Fuck you!! How dare you fucking wipe off the red toenails on your feet!!! It's so fucking ridiculous!!!!" Zhang Xi roared wildly.

brush.

Our eyes stayed on the chicken intestines, and we saw a skinny foot, steaming, with fragrant soil on the heel, and bright red nail polish on the strangely shaped toenails! ! !

"vomit!!!"

"I can't fucking stand it! Where is the tofu, here I come!!!"

"Chicken...chicken...chicken intestines...you are a killer..."

Everyone felt a chill, and ran away like a girl.

……

After playing around, after a break, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

I sat with Mumu, and the car driven by Li Gungun went straight to the crematorium, we had nothing to say along the way...

On the other side, at the entrance of Wang Wenbo's candy bar, Guo Degang with gauze wrapped around his legs, wearing a windbreaker in summer, carrying a five-shot shotgun brightly, walked out with a blank expression on his face.

And behind him, more than 30 people, holding pick handles, military stabs, machetes, and Japanese swords, followed closely behind him.

Among them are the group of people that Dakang and I forced to kneel down that day, and there are also the friends that Guo Degang notified during the day. In short, this group of murderous people gathered together today for one purpose.

revenge! ! !

After a group of people delivered the candies, they stood at the door, smoking and chatting in low voices. After waiting for about 5 minutes, a Hanada stopped at the door with a creak.

Gangzi sat alone in the car, wearing sunglasses, smoking a cigarette, rolled down the window, and shouted at Guo Degang: "Old Guo, let's go!"

"Just you??" Guo Degang frowned and asked while lying on the car window.

"And it!" Gangzi smiled and pointed to the car seat of the co-pilot.

Guo Degang followed his fingers to see that there were two things on the co-pilot, a rusty homemade inferior grenade, and a micro punch.

"****, where did you get it??" Guo Degang was stunned for a moment, and asked with a smile.

"Hehe! Let's go!" Gangzi said, then slammed the gas pedal and honked the horn.

"Go, get in the car!!" Guo Degang yelled, and with a wave of his hand, he got on the Toyota Domineering, and the others got on the golden cup bread that was almost scrapped and had no license plate.

A convoy left the candy and went straight to the crematorium.