By the way, just when Donnie was in reverie, three shadows suddenly flashed in front of him.

"Hey, you guy, stop here!"

Donnie was startled, and when he looked carefully, it turned out to be Cripple Tom and his friends.

"What's the matter, man?" Downey shrugged, looking relaxed.

"What's the matter?" Cripple Tom stared at him, "What's the matter? Damn drunkard! You think you're a big star!"

"Oh no, no, I stopped thinking of myself as a celebrity a long time ago, but I still don't understand, what's the matter with you here?"

"Still pretending to be confused?! Damn you guy! Today, you went against me, which made me lose face, you know?" Cripple Tom pushed Donnie with his hand.

When Donnie heard this, he knew trouble was coming. Seeing that there were so many people on the other side, he had to apologize and said with a smile: "What are you talking about? Brother Tom, how dare I go against you."

"Don't you dare? Humph, if you don't dare, you won't take the job of jumping off the building! You poor shit-eating dog, I bought you with only four thousand yuan. Others refused to jump, so you jumped. Do you think you can

Is he Superman?!"

"Superman? Ha, I don't dare to compete with him! But then again, man, if you don't dance, I will dance. I just do it to make a living..."

"Suck your life! I'm the boss on the set. If I say I won't take the job, no one dares to step forward and take it! It's just you, a thing without eyes, who dares to go against me. I think you really don't think you'll live long!"

"

Seeing the fierce look in Cripple Tom's eyes, Donnie knew that things might be a big deal today, and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, man, I know I was wrong. It's better to do this. Why don't you make an example next time? Look, you are almost at the door of the house, why not go in and drink

A glass of wine, let’s have a good time!” For the sake of my son, I endured it.

"Ha, I can let you go..." Cripple Tom saw that Donnie was scared, and he said proudly, "Hand over the four thousand dollars you got. I'll treat it as your filial piety to me!"

"No, I can't give you this money!" Downey would never allow anyone to take this money away.

"Shit, I think you're giving me a drink as a penalty instead of eating it!"

"Don't do it!" Suddenly Donnie shouted, "I will give you the money!"

"Haha, you weakling, you didn't have to beg for mercy in the end. If you had done this, you wouldn't have wasted so much time." Lame Tom sneered.

The people around him were also smiling proudly, as if they were cats and Donnie was the poor mouse they caught.

"Here you go, man!"

"Oh." Just when Cripple Tom reached out to take the money, he saw that what was handed over was not a banknote, but Donnie's fist.

It turned out that Downey had no intention of paying. Taking advantage of the opponent's relaxation, he punched him.

Caught off guard, Cripple Tom was hit in the eye socket by a fist. He felt like stars were popping up in his eyes. Before he could react, Downey hit him in the abdomen again.

"Ouch!" Cripple Tom screamed miserably.

"Hi, boss!"

"Boss, what's wrong with you?!"

Tom's companions shouted, and Donnie took the opportunity to run away.

"Chase me, catch up with me! This guy Hai Bian!" Tom yelled, covering his eyes.

Downey ran like crazy. He was very confident in his running speed. Back then, he made a bet with someone and ran from Hollywood Boulevard to Sunset Street. When he was chasing his girlfriend, he even held flowers and chased cars.

Racing... of course, those are all in the past tense, but my long-distance running skills have not improved.

Seeing that he had reached a corner ahead, he could escape from the pursuers as long as he ran there. Downey was ecstatic, but just as he reached the corner, a baseball bat suddenly hit him from the corner.

With a bang, Donnie was knocked to the ground.

Then I saw a man holding a baseball bat walk out from the corner and shouted to Daring: "Hey, Tom, I knocked him down!"

It turns out that there was an ambush here early in the morning.

After a while, Cripple Tom and the others came over. At this time, Downey was still lying on the ground in a daze.

Cripple Tom kicked Donnie hard and his eyes were bruised like pandas. He said angrily: "Shit! Run away! Why don't you run away! If you dare to trick me, let's see how I deal with you!" After that, he stretched out his hand.

After taking out four thousand US dollars from Downey's body, Downey reached out to grab it, but was kicked hard twice by him.

"Guys, please treat this guy who doesn't understand the rules properly!" Cripple Tom said with a sinister smile after counting the money.

Then the group of followers started punching and kicking Downey with a ferocious smile. Downey didn't even have the strength to resist.

"Good fight, very good fight!" Suddenly, Downey said strangely. "Harder! Harder!" he roared.

After being tormented by him like this, Cripple Tom and others were stunned, and no one started to hit Donnie again.

"What are you doing? You want to die!" Tom looked at Donnie curled up on the ground and said with an inward look.

"Yeah, I want to die, I want to die so much, why, do it for me?!" Downey smiled nervously, then pointed to his head, "See, hit here, hit hard, hit hard! Finally

So that I can blow my brains out, yeah, man, I really want to see what my brain looks like, what does it look like, red, white? Or both?"

Tom and his gang: “…”

"Crazy! This guy is a lunatic!"

"Yeah, we don't have time to deal with such lunatics!"

"Let's go have a drink!"

Leaving Donnie behind, Cripple Tom and his gang walked away.

With a look of embarrassment on his face, Downey coughed and got up from the ground. He felt pain all over his body, as if his whole body had been run over under a big truck. His bones seemed to be broken.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Downey held onto the wall and climbed up. He lost four thousand yuan and was still beaten like this. Is this life? Is this God's test for him? He doesn't know. He

All I know is that I am going home now.

Limping back home, he saw his son Yin Diao sitting alone on the doorstep like a little adult, holding his little chin, waiting for him to go home.

"Dad, you're back!" As soon as his nine-year-old son saw his shadow, he jumped up happily and flew into his arms like a bird.

"Oops." Downey's wound was touched and he grinned in pain.

"Ah, Dad, what's wrong with you?" The son then noticed that Downey was covered in bruises.

"Oh, it's nothing, I accidentally fell..."

"No, did you get into a fight with someone again?" The son looked at him suspiciously.

"Hey, I really can't lie to you. Yes, I had a fight with someone again." Downey touched his son's hair.

"Did you win or lose?"

"you guess?"

"Of course you win, right?"

"Ha. You guessed it right! Your dad and I have learned boxing before. Not to mention one person, even ten people are no match for me!" Downey made a few boxing gestures.

"Cool! I knew it was so!"

"Okay, now it's my turn to ask you, have you eaten yet?"

"After eating, I ate instant noodles by myself, isn't it cool?!"

Looking at his son's innocent face, Downey felt sad. He felt that he owed his son too much, owed him a warm home, and owed him a good life...

"Okay, honey. Can you help daddy in?"

"Yeah!" The son obediently helped Donnie into the house.

After finally entering the room, he leaned against the wall and took a breath. Donnie felt that he didn't even have the strength to move at all, and it seemed that he would be comfortable staying motionless like this forever.

"Hey, handsome boy, you go to sleep, daddy will rest here for a while." Downey showed a warm smile to his son.

The son blinked his big eyes, "Dad, how can you sleep if you haven't eaten?"

"Haha!" Downey held his son's little hand, "Dad has eaten, he is not hungry." Who knew that at this time, his stomach suddenly growled and made a sound.

"Hey, Dad, you're lying! Your stomach is pounding."

Donnie felt embarrassed for a while, "It's not that dad wants to lie to you, it's because I'm very tired and want to take a rest."

"Dad, are you really tired?" The son looked at him innocently.

"Well, you go to sleep!"

"Oh." The son walked into the house.

Only then did Downey relax. The light above his head made him dizzy, and he closed his eyes unconsciously.

Suddenly, "pop", there was a sound of smashing bowls in the kitchen, and then I heard my son yelling,

Donnie was startled and woke up from his nightmare trance. "What's wrong?" He limped toward the kitchen with his tired body.

I saw a broken plate on the ground, and my son was squatting on the ground. His hand was cut and bleeding.

"What are you doing? I asked you to go to bed, but you just didn't listen! Now I cut my hand, what should I do?!" Downey angrily scolded his son while looking for something to stop the bleeding.

After searching for a long time, he finally found some cotton. Downey took the cooking wine from the kitchen and said to his son, "Just hold on, I'll disinfect your wound."

The son nodded.

Donnie came first and poured some cooking wine on the wound.
To be continued...