Underworld students

Picked up the black underwear on the ground casually and cursed in a low voice, "***, throw my brand-name bottoms everywhere." Then get up and take a shower.

When I came to the mirror in the bathroom, I looked down at the 'blood tattoo' on my whole upper body and sighed again.

(Blood tattoos are usually tattooed with pigeon blood, which can't be seen at ordinary times. Only when you do strenuous exercise, such as sex, long-distance running, etc., will gradually emerge. Or a special tattoo that will appear after drinking. I advise you that tattooing pigeon blood is extremely prone to skin allergies and other problems. If you don't have enough MONEY to learn from that bad guy who dances to do skin grafting surgery, it's better to be careful.)

The two huge red dragons are lifelikely entangled together, and the slowly gloomy dragon's beard has been wrapped around its neck. Its ferocious appearance is intimidating.

Why do gangsters always like tattoos? Maybe many people will ask this question. In fact, there is only one very simple truth, which is to increase courage.

What is courage? When fighting, ninth-rate gangsters can face a man of the same figure as themselves without panic. This is a kind of courage.

First-class gangsters like me, I don't change my face in the face of more than a dozen big men who have no heavy weapons (rusty knives, huge steel pipes and other weapons). This requires many times more courage than ordinary people.

The top gangster, that is, the boss of the underworld. ( Of course, there are also those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, but the minority who can become the boss of the underworld generally have two brushes.)

Take Brother Hu as an example, I saw him being chased for three miles by more than 30 people holding watermelon knives, and then he overturned seven people with two beer bottles in a store. The rest of the people were so scared that they didn't dare to move. What's more, they threw away the knife in their hands and ran away.

This is the courage. Ordinary people will not provoke people with tattoos, and no one dares to come forward to find fault when they see people with tattoos all over their bodies. If it's a single tattoo, the other party will immediately weaken half of the momentum of your terrify tattoo as soon as you see it. Therefore, the underworld tattoo is simply: "a must-have at home, and the first choice to cut people."

Who is not afraid of death? In fact, everyone is afraid of death. It just depends on how to die. Whether death is worth it or not. As the saying goes, "Death is lighter than Hongmao and heavier than Mount Tai." That's what it means.

I'd rather spend my short life in a big way, and I don't want to end my life in mediocrity. Looking at my son and grandson standing in front of the hospital bed, I said to you with tears in his eyes, "Dad, don't worry... I still have to work overtime!"

Perhaps because I have experienced too many things, I have become much older. Compared with my peers, I can be their elders.

Speaking of this, maybe many people will scold me for being radical. I don't want to defend myself, and I'm too lazy to defend myself. I'm a gangster, a hooligan, a gangster, a gangster, but I dare to admit it. On the surface, some people wear suits and checkered collars and carry briefcases, claiming that they are: "good young people, moral and qualified." People are much better. At least, we gangsters can be open and upright when they go to call chickens, but they have to be sneaky, and even dare not say a few words during massage.

Looking at the vicissitudes of the young man (that is, myself) in the mirror, I smiled.

"Fomn, who should I find to study with?" Put on your clothes and trousers, lie on the bed and sigh.

If God were really so spiritual, he would definitely send an angel to 'save' me at this time. Unfortunately, I saw the so-called holy light shining on me from two o'clock until four o'clock.

At this time, I thought of a person, my father.

"Daddy, formerly known as Chen Ba, is 19 years old, 1.87 meters tall and weighs 212 jin." You can tell how this person's nickname came from by looking at his body shape. The tall breasts alone are enough to make those 'Princess Changping' jump down from the 30th floor.

"Brother Jiu? Are you so free?" Dad came to me with a flattering face, respectfully handed me a cigarette, and then led the way into the PUB he was in charge of.

"What time is it? What? Don't you have a rest? Are you going to pick up your sister here?" I looked at him with a bad smile.

The father swayed in front of him and smiled: "I can't help it. People always want to find a young sister to vent when they reach a certain age. The hot girl who danced the pole dance yesterday let me do it. Now she is very energetic."

Hearing this, I had to give a thumbs up: "You're really good. You didn't break someone's leg, did you?"

Just kidding, how hot is the figure of a woman who can dance pole dance? Let him, who weighed more than 200 jins, almost responded to a sentence: "The beautiful woman let the dog fuck."

The two walked into the platform while farting. At this time, the PUB was not officially open, and this kind of bar only officially opened at 9:00 p.m.

I asked for two glasses of red wine. I tasted it and said, "Dad, I'm going to school. Will you come with me?"

"Ah?" Dad shivered, and the cup almost fell. He stared at the pair of fat eyes and looked at me distrustfully: "Brother Jiu... You.. Don't make fun of me. What are you going to study?"

I was angry. This kid thought I wanted to go to school.

"Fuck, do you think I want to go? It's not that the boss has been drugged and insists on going to school. Do you think I can't go? If I don't go, I'm so sorry for the party's cultivation of me, so sorry for the boss who raised me, and the lady who slept with me last night and..."

It's rare for me to be humorous. My father's face was deformed, and the fat meat began to shake irregularly.

Dad arrived: "Brother Jiu.. I've been with you for three years, and now you let me go to school... Isn't this playing with me?"

I laughed and said, "Now it's you to go to school, not you to die. Why are you so excited?"

Dad smiled bitterly: "If Brother Jiu really asks me to die, in a word, I guarantee it will be good... Going to school is simply stimulating my visual nerves and ravating my spirit.. Defile my precious chastity..."

"Come on, come on." I interrupted my father's words: "In a word, go or not?"

Dad shook his head and sighed, "Oh, who made you my boss? Go, go, go, damn it.. But don't you need those formalities if you go to school?"

I smiled like a thief: "There are people inside the boss, and he can arrange forty-year-olds to enter, not to mention you, a little young fat man..."

"Alas!" Dad sighed fiercely to Tian Chang and said to himself, "Oh, goodbye... My lovely sisters.. Your fat brother is leaving.. Damn.. Taken care..."

When I said this, I had already walked out of the PUB. The weather is very good. There is sunshine but not very fierce. It is a warm feeling.

The phone of "Didi" rang.

"Hello?" Don't blame me. Most people in the underworld speak like this.

"Damn, Xiaojiu, go back to the company quickly. Your little brother is going to work!" What came from the phone was the urgent voice of the poisonous snake.

"What? What's wrong with Haonan? *****!" I cursed angrily, turned off my mobile phone, and immediately waved to call a taxi.

The taxi driver was a little deformed when he saw the fire on my face. He asked timidly, "Old... Where is the boss going?"

"Tianmen!"

All the way, under my supervision, the poor taxi driver ran three red lights in a row, and I could vaguely feel that a flash behind him kept flashing.

"Five hundred, don't look for it, keep the fine!" I closed the car door with a 'bang' and walked into the headquarters quickly.

Now I'm in a bad mood. When I see that beautiful sister, I can't get up to fart with them at all.

"Boom" The door was knocked open by me, and I saw Haonan lying on the sofa in the living room. The white blanket was covered with blood, and glucose and two bags of blood were hanging on his arms.

"Fomn, what's going on?" I'm angry, it's furious. This handsome man is my little brother. What if there are three long and two short?

The boss and the viper are shaking their heads and sitting on the stool smoking a muffled cigarette.

The viper came over, pulled my arm and sat down by the chair on the right and said, "Xiaojiu, fortunately, there is no danger to life. If I hadn't sent two younger brothers to protect Haonan, I guess this kid would not survive today. Look, I've already said that the black panther is not so easy to deal with. You are too young. "

"What's going on?" My eyes were full of anger.

"Xiaojiu, don't be so impulsive. Nowadays, young people really, alas, can't stand the little stimulation. Think about how many brothers died when we fought hard in the world." The boss was still talking coldly, but I didn't dare to talk back at all.

"I'm afraid that the black panther has bad intentions, and you don't want to think about it. Can he, a guy who has worked hard for more than 30 years, eat turtles on your little brat? You are too rough in doing things. It's always up to us elders to do things. This is also the reason why the boss asked you to study, you know?" The viper spoke one by one. I nodded and came to Haonan's side. He was completely unconscious. His face was pale as if he were filming a horror movie. From time to time, he coughed twice and vomited two pools of blood.

"Boss, let me kill the black panther!" I ran away.