Girlfriend's Conspiracy

"Yang Qing, calm down! Calm down!" even I realized that I was out of control, not to mention the hadron who kept watching my movements.

With my posture of kicking people to death, I'm afraid that if Qiangzi doesn't stop me, people will die today.

"Brother Yang Qing! Brother Yang Qing, listen to me!" Qiangzi held me and dragged me aside, trying to keep a safe distance between me and the troublemakers.

There was no real touch on my feet. I slowly recovered my reason and looked at the man's face. It was already blood on my face.

The feeling of being out of control is really frightening. I was a little scared after I retracted my feet.

At first, I was just angry, but hadron was bullied. Who knows, he was a little possessed.

Although the troublemakers begged for mercy with unclear teeth, the sound of begging for mercy changed a little in my ears, as if it was encouraging me to continue kicking.

I looked up at hadron. From his eager eyes, I could also see my appearance. Don't want to know that my eyes must be full of blood at the moment.

Patted hadron on the arm, indicating that I had recovered and that he could let me go.

But obviously, hadron still hesitated. Although he loosened his hand, he still protected me around for fear that I would do something drastic again.

Without the support of hadron, and just now I tried too hard, I stumbled a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

"Take him down to clean up first, and then let the people around the door disperse. I'll meet him again later." I said the last few words weakly, dragging my tired body, and I entered the office.

When I say "clean up", hadron will understand what I mean.

At least wash the blood off his face, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't be afraid to speak when I see this face again.

The short silence gave me some time to reflect on myself.

At this time, I finally realized that the action of force is mutual.

The numbness from my feet makes me anxious. Should I be a little violent? Otherwise, I really can't find a reason to explain my crazy behavior just now.

After thinking about it, I didn't feel secure. I just washed my face with cold water.

The cold water stimulated my pores, and I finally calmed down.

He wiped his face with a towel and looked down. Even my trouser legs were covered with blood. And after a short period of oxidation, it has become dark.

A disgusting force surged up in an instant. I grabbed the sink and turned the acid water back.

When I was a scout, I had seen scenes thousands of times more bloody than this, but I was just a bystander.

As for the position of such a real authority as today, no matter how much I said during the trial, the language is particularly pale at this time, and it is more psychological pressure.

Whoever's mentality breaks down first loses. If we divide the victory and defeat, we are not afraid of the dishonesty of the people being interrogated.

With so many years of experience, I can see at a glance that this little brother has been beaten and his spirit has been distorted. Just a simple word from me can make him lose his armor.

"I know I'm wrong. Please let me go. I don't dare to make trouble again!" seeing his mouth moving, I thought he said something valuable and deliberately approached him.

Even if you want to make trouble again, you have to have the courage? After such a meal today, I'm afraid he only dared to walk around the west side with a few more courage.

Bored, I took out my ears. Obviously, this is not what I want to hear, but I can't bear to do it again. In the final analysis, I still reject violence.

"You just need to tell who is behind you. It's much more useful than asking for mercy thousands of times. As long as you say it, I'll let you go immediately." not only did I let him go, but I also planned to send someone to take him to the hospital for treatment!

If I hadn't borrowed him to make an example of others, he wouldn't have suffered so many crimes at all. But there's no way. Who let him hit the muzzle of the gun?

I will never believe that this is a simple provocation. There must be someone behind it.