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Chapter 2 Humiliation

He Ziqing is 25 and six years old. He is beautiful, noble and sexy.

Especially the mature aura of a glamorous lady is irresistible and irresistible.

Only a fool would refuse a beautiful woman if she gave it away for free.

Chen Beifa turned his head away, looked at He Ziqing and asked:

"Sister Qing, is this the only condition?"

He Ziqing looked at him with winking eyes, "What do you think?"

"Ok."

Chen Beifa gave up struggling.

For the little sister, not to mention sacrificing the color, even if it takes his life, what's the problem?

He Ziqing looked at Chen Beifa obsessively, and kissed him.

At this time, a woman's sexy voice came from outside the house.

"I said sister, the door is not closed, what's the situation? Tsk tsk, are you meeting my little brother in the private room?"

A young and fashionable long-haired beauty walked in, looked at Chen Beifa and He Ziqing, and couldn't help being taken aback.

For a moment, the long-haired beauty raised her mouth, glanced at Chen Beifa, and said with a playful smile:

"Hey, this little brother has a lot of capital."

Ye Zishan sat lazily on the sofa, took out potato chips and melon seeds, winked at the two of them, and said with a smile:

"You—go on, I'll watch the battle!"

He Ziqing blushed and said angrily, "Fox, don't make trouble!"

Ye Zishan looked at Chen Beifa with a smile, playing around:

"Brother Capital, how does my sister Qing taste? Is it steamed, stir-fried, or boiled and braised—"

"—"

Chen Beifa blushed and was quite speechless. He felt "ashamed" of Tai Temeow, and wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

When he was embarrassed, He Ziqing received a call.

Father He had a car accident and is currently undergoing surgery in the hospital.

"Okay, I'll be there soon!"

He Ziqing hurried out.

"Sister Qing, I'll drive you off."

Ye Zishan followed out.

-

Twelve o'clock at night.

At the entrance of Sad Bar, a street stall attracted crowds of onlookers.

There is a sign in front of the stall, which reads "Human flesh sandbag punching bag".

Ten bucks a punch!

Fifty feet!

One hundred bricks!

Hit until you get angry!

"Ten yuan a punch, hit whatever you want. I'll go, really?"

"If you were beaten to death, whose fault would it be?"

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"Kill him, you won't get a cent!"

The stall owner was a thin young man in his early twenties with cold eyes.

"Made, I just got raped by a green tea bitch, and I'm feeling suffocated, and I'm here for 2000 yuan—"

A drunk young man threw down a stampede of banknotes and punched and kicked Chen Beifa.

Punch to the flesh!

Chen Beifa was just an ordinary person, he had never practiced the golden bell shield iron shirt, his whole body was covered with injuries, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and after falling, he got up again, waiting to be beaten.

"Grandpa, my wife needs to be in shape and look, what's the difference? But why did that bastard run away with a rich woman in her 50s."

"My old lady can't beat sister Qi, I'm so crazy. Ahhh, no, let my old lady want to vent her anger today—"

"Made, my daughter-in-law was unspoken by her company's dog boss, but for the sake of living, she can only hold back. It's really uncomfortable. Come to Wuqianyang to vent."

"—"

Most of the people who come to the sad bar have a bad life.

There are those who are dumped, raped, bosses put on small shoes, leaders make things difficult for them, life pressure is high, etc. It is far from enough to use alcohol to vent.

Soon, [-] to [-] will be in hand.

Chen Beifa was covered in injuries, his face was bruised and purple, but for the sake of his little sister, he endured it silently without saying a word.

"When the young man arrives, everyone avoids them—everyone gets out of the way!"

In the bar, a group of young men and women came out.

The leader is a young man with an inch-cut, named Zhou Kong, who runs a hotel at home, has a little money, and is known as Shao Kong.

"Human punching bag, haha, it's kind of interesting."

Seeing Chen Beifa, Zhou Kong was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help showing a sneer.

"Hey, baby, isn't this your dog boyfriend Chen Beifa?"

Beside Zhou Kong, a beautiful long-haired beauty sneered, "Hehe, it really is him."

Chen Beifa looked at the long-haired beauty, with a flash of sadness and guilt in his eyes.

Bu Xiaodie, his childhood girlfriend whom he had been dating for five years, was broken up not long ago.

"Hehe, honey, why does seeing this dog make me feel sicker than seeing a pile of stinky shit."

Bu Xiaodie's face was full of disgust.

"Haha, it's very simple, because he stinks better than dog shit." Zhou Kong laughed.

"—"

Chen Beifa felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't blame Bu Xiaodie.

The breakup was proposed by him.

He never explained the reason for the breakup.

Because, even if it is explained, what can be changed?

Bu Xiaodie cried and begged, and tried every means to keep him, but he was ruthless and did not look back.

Chen Beifa felt depressed, he wanted to close the stall and leave, but reality didn't allow it.

he can not!

Bu Xiaodie looked at him and sneered, "Are you short of money?"

Chen Beifa said expressionlessly:

"One hundred thousand!"

"Haha. My young master is short of everything, the most important thing is money! Get down on your knees, and I will give you one hundred thousand!" Zhou Kong pointed at Chen Beifa.

"Really?"

"As long as you kneel, I won't give you money, and I'll kill the whole family."

After struggling for a moment, Chen Beifa gritted his teeth, "Okay—I'll kneel."

He gritted his teeth and slowly knelt on the ground bit by bit.

In front of your ex-girlfriend, kneeling in front of your current boyfriend, how would you feel?

humiliation!

feel oppressed!

But for his little sister, he could only put his dignity under his feet.

"Haha, Chen Beifa, your bones are not very hard, you still kneel at my feet like a dog, I have to say, this feeling is really——————————————————————————————————

puff!

Zhou Kong spat out thick phlegm on the ground, "Chen Beifa, lick this phlegm clean. One hundred thousand will be credited immediately!"

Chen Beifa clenched his fists and glared at him, "Zhou Kong, you—"

"I didn't say I won't give it to you, but when I will give it, ten and a half months later, or ten or twenty years later, it depends on the young master's mood."

Zhou Kong sneered, "However, now my young master gives you the opportunity to lick up this mouthful of phlegm like a dog, and the [-] will be credited to you immediately."

"Zhou Kong, you are too deceitful!" Chen Beifa's eyes nearly burst with anger.

"It's okay if you don't lick it. Knock off one of my legs, and the money will arrive immediately."

Bu Xiaodie sneered, "But are you bloody enough, do you dare?"

Chen Beifa glanced at Bu Xiaodie, unable to believe that these were the words she said.

His heart was ashamed, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he looked at the two of them and said, "Money, get ready."

Chen Beifa knew that Zhou Kong and Bu Xiaodie were playing tricks on him, but even if there was a ten thousandth possibility, he would try it, even if it was a leg change.

He gritted his teeth hard, put his legs up on the steps, and slapped him down with a brick.

Click!

Bone is broken.

Chen Beifa's brow was sweating coldly, and his whole body was convulsed violently, but he clenched his teeth, remained silent, and stared fixedly at Zhou Kong.

"Give the money!"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

I'm going, you are so cruel to yourself, what a lunatic!

For a while, the surroundings were as quiet as a cemetery.

"Money? What money?"

Zhou Kong regained his composure, looked at Chen Beifa, and smiled coldly.

"Haha, Chen Beifa, I think you misunderstood. As for us, we were just making a little joke for you. I didn't expect you to be so stupid and naive, and actually crippled yourself. What a fool!"

Bu Xiaodie sneered, "I'm stupid, so I can't blame others."

"You, you—"

Chen Beifa stared at Zhou Kong and Bu Xiaodie so hard that his teeth were about to shatter.

Zhou Kong hugged Bu Xiaodie and said:

"Baby, are you venting your anger? Hehe, this idiot has a limped leg, and no one wants to move bricks at the construction site in the future, so he can only beg for food. Is this punishment enough?"

"Not enough!" Bu Xiaodie said coldly.

"not good enough."

Zhou Kong smiled coldly, picked up a brick, and slapped it on Chen Beifa's head.

boom!

Bleeding!

Chen Beifa fell into a pool of blood.

"Chen Beifa, don't let me see you again in the future, otherwise I will see you once and hit you once."

Zhou Kong walked away with Bu Xiaodie in his arms.

-

At the same time, not far from the side of the road.

A Porsche rolls down the window, revealing a beautiful face.

"Miss, uncle, he—"

"Uncle Shui, your eyes are blurred."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Let's go."

Rolling up the car window, the beautiful woman said in a cold tone:

"Uncle Shui, transfer [-] to him immediately. Also, don't let him die like this."

-

Suddenly, Chen Beifa heard a pleasant voice.

"Your Alipay has received 10 yuan!"

He regained his energy, got up from the pool of blood, reached for his mobile phone, and transferred the one hundred thousand operation fee to Chen Youde.

The moment the transfer was over, he was relieved and couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes went dark, and he fell into a pool of blood again, falling into boundless darkness.

A black jade pendant on Chen Beifa's neck fell to the ground, broke into several pieces with a click, and fell into a pool of blood.

When Chen Youde picked him up, he was wearing this piece of jade, black and black, very ordinary.

When Chen Youde was short of money, he secretly asked someone to appraise it, and it was just an ordinary black stone, which was worthless, so he returned it to him.

He has been wearing it for 21 years.

A strange scene appeared, the black jade pendant that was torn apart automatically assembled together and recovered as before.

A ray of light suddenly shot out from the black jade pendant, sank into the center of Chen Beifa's eyebrows with a whoosh, and disappeared.

hospital.

"This brat really made up a hundred thousand?"

Chen Youde was startled.

Glancing at the girl on the hospital bed, he smiled coldly:

"Hmph, so much money is wasted on a dead person. Why don't I buy some nice clothes, drink a few catties of good wine, and have a good time for a few days?"

beep-

The phone rang, and a middle-aged woman's voice came out.

"Old Chen, good news. I have a big client who spends a lot of money here, and I urgently need a pair of fresh corneas..."