Evil Master

Duan Hong wore a yellow white shirt, grey cloth trousers, and a pair of dirty cloth shoes. He held a rusted Pig Slaughtering Knife in his hand, and held onto a cigarette in his mouth.

The smoke rose, causing him to squint. His hair hadn't been washed in three days, which made him look like a rogue.

< p > "Senior?" You — how did you become so wretched? Where have you been these last two days? But let me find it. "

Realizing that he was an old student singing Beijing opera, he wiped away his tears.

Duan Hong coughed dryly a few times: This Cangsong Smoke is really strong, it's better to smoke less. I never thought that with Zhu Shan's strength, he could gather so many watermelon dealers with a single phone call.

After pinching the cigarette, he waved his Pig Slaughtering Knife and said: "Zhu Shan, call your bunch of brothers Watermelon to retreat. This person who calls himself Watermelon Tai Lang is what we are looking for."

Zhu Shan's call to action was quite strong. With a single command, dozens of tricycles smoking with black smoke quickly disappeared. They wouldn't even need half an hour to reappear at every corner of the Haizhong City.

When Er Pang saw Duan Hong, his body trembled in fear. He hid behind Blackie and peeked at him.

Duan Hong handed the Pig Slaughtering Knife to Zhu Shan, then tidied up his fat shirt and said: "Junior Brother, why is your face so handsome, as if you were a swimming dragon coiled around your body, or as if a fierce tiger had descended from the mountain? It is simply like a eunuch standing beside an emperor."

"Oh wow, that's how you described my hemorrhoids last time. You're too heartless, to think I had to look for you for two consecutive days."

He then pointed at Er Pang and asked, "Did this little fatty steal your phone?"

< p > Hand over that apple to Duan Hong.

Duan Hong received it and discovered that it showed that there were many places to shave flowers. He was a person who valued things a lot, so he felt that it was a pity.

Zhu Shan's face was ashen, this Er Pang was his nephew. When he heard that he had stolen Duan Hong's phone, and recalled that Duan Hong had once fainted on his watermelon field, he immediately pinched Er Pang's ear and said: "Zhu Er Pang, tell me, did you steal Uncle Hong's phone? If you dare speak nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

What Er Pang was most afraid of was this uncle of his. Combined with the fact that he had done something bad, he began to cry loudly.

Dahei immediately pried Zhu Shan's hand away and said: "Uncle Zhu Shan, Er Pang would definitely not steal from others, furthermore —"

He looked at Duan Hong in the blink of an eye and said, "Moreover, we've saved Uncle Hong's life before. This phone might have been dropped by Uncle Hong, and it was picked up by Er Pang. Is it Er Pang? "

Er Pang covered his face and continuously nodded his head in agreement.

Duan Hong checked and found that the card in his phone was no longer there. It was clearly because of this Er Pang. This little fellow delayed my business.

"Er Pang?"

Duan Hong said to Er Pang: "Do you like this phone?"

Er Pang nodded his head timidly. If he did not like it, or if his phone was a big guy with a blue screen like Zhu Shan's, he would have given it to Duan Hong a long time ago.

Then I'll give it to you as a thank you for saving my life.

Duan Hong said as he generously placed the phone in Er Pang's hand.

Duan Hong noticed that his phone lacked battery and snatched his phone's charger from Su Tong's bag to give it to Er Pang. Since he really wanted to give it away, he might as well.

felt that Duan Hong did not have any ill intentions, and was even able to support him. Er Pang glared at Er Pang with his fat little face.

At this moment, Duan Hong's lofty image had taken root in his heart. Many years later, the King of Watermelons, Zhu Tianqi, would always take out his old mobile phone and watch. His heart was filled with memories of that incident.

He was so tall that he was like a deity, illuminating my lost soul. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten rid of this habit of stealing from others.

He was so tall that he was like a deity, illuminating my lost soul. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten rid of this habit of stealing from others.

Duan Hong came out of a shop with. Each of them bought a new set of clothes and Duan Hong paid.

Through the introduction just now, Zhu Shan had gotten to know each other well.

only wanted to comprehend the high and mighty facade of Er Pang and Blackie. Adding the conflicts he had with Er Pang and Blackie, Zhu Shan felt extremely disdainful towards them.

The two of them looked down on each other as they constantly stared at each other.

Duan Hong also didn't say anything, and thought that since the two of them had very straightforward personalities, saying too much would be useless, and would only allow them to slowly fuse together.

When they returned to the hospital, Ma Cuihua and Duan Yuan, whose eyes were completely red, was already waiting there.

Before leaving the hospital, Duan Hong wanted to thank the nurse who took care of him, but he couldn't find her. He only found out later that he had submitted his resignation report very early in the morning.

Feeling bored, Duan Hong and the others returned home under the guidance of Ma Cui Hua.

The South of The City Region was the same as before. There were six or seven story buildings built here, and occasionally, there would be a few small higher-ups at the end.

The Old Duan Family lived on the fifth floor, and it was more than a hundred square meters. The area it covered could be considered not small, but just the few of them staying inside made it seem slightly crowded. Moreover, Duan Hong had never lived in a building before, so he was used to living in a large courtyard of the Ku Chan Temple.

Looking at the grey ground, the old sofa, and the two cabinets, the picture of his grandparents on the cabinet, as well as the television being sold, Duan Hong felt a little uncomfortable. Although his family had moved into a building, it was still empty.

He took two sticks of incense and offered them to his grandparents.

"Mom, why isn't dad back yet?"

Duan Hong sat on the sofa, feeling extremely sad.

Ma Cuihua poured some water for them and laughed: "Your father might be living at the construction site, he's often like this. I didn't tell him about you coming back, but he might be back in two days."

Knowing that Duan Hong had come, Ma Cuihua specially made a room for him.

In fact, with and his family of six, living in these three rooms seemed very cramped.

< p > "I want to go see uncle."

Duan Hong took a few things from his bag and placed a rusty dagger on his leg. He stuffed the bank card and the box of Black Jade Paste s given by the Third Master into his pocket.

Duan Hong placed his bag in the living room, asked for Duan Beiping's hospital ward number and left. Ma Cuihua insisted on going with them, but was rejected by Duan Hong and told her to stay at home and wait.

Duan Yuan, on the other hand, had not slept a wink last night, and had also returned to her room to sleep.

After exiting the small district, Zhu Shan saw that Duan Hong's face was gloomy, he did not dare to say a word and just quietly followed along at the side.

Duan Hong turned around and said to Enlightenment heat, "Call Yan Xiaowen."

"Oh, I forgot. That old fox said he found you, so call him back immediately."

He took out his phone and called Yan Xiaowen.

"Old fox, what f * cking driver did you send? He just ran away after I got into an accident. What the hell is that?" "You still dare to scold me …"

Duan Hong snatched the phone that he had gained enlightenment from, and glared at him unhappily. This was not the least bit serious at all!

He was so tall that he was like a deity, illuminating my lost soul. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten rid of this habit of stealing from others.

"Hello, Boss Yan, I'm Duan Hong."

The other end of the phone went silent for two seconds, as if he had confirmed Duan Hong's words, he immediately changed his tone and asked: "Brother Duan, what's going on? "But big brother is so worried, are you alright now?"

< p > "No."

Duan Hong said in front of Zhu Shan, "Boss Yan, do you have a match for me?"

When Yan Xiaowen heard this, his nose was crooked from laughter.

It seems that I, Yan Xiaowen, am truly going to be the emperor of this country.

Brother Duan, you know who our opponent is, and it's Pirlo again. This guy found someone with Ue-kok or something, and it's rumored that he's very powerful, but I believe that you can't beat him — A thousand rounds. "

Duan Hong was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This old fellow dared to say something after a thousand rounds, these words were even worse than his kidney.

< p > "When are you going to make it, and how much will the prize money be?"

This was what Duan Hong was most concerned about.

He long wanted to happily teach a lesson this time: "You can do it anytime, but this time, Brother Duan has to be prepared. The prize for winning the two star Asura Oak, you are directly a three star Asura, your appearance fee is thirty thousand, your prize is ninety thousand, which added up to one hundred and twenty thousand."

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