With a two-story ceiling, various types of lighting are gathered on the roof, and the huge dance floor can accommodate fifty or sixty people and sway at the same time.

The tables and chairs around are arranged in a mess, and they are entirely based on the guests' preferences. No service staff here dares to criticize the guests' behavior.

All the food, tobacco and alcohol are collected from the food outlets themselves. The supermarket does not need to check out everyday goods. You can drink tens of thousands of yuan a bottle of red wine. Will the King of Hell who smokes powder all year round lose money? Western food, Chinese food, barbecue, hot pot, raw food, fast food, seafood...

Money can make the devil push the mill. Here meals will never be mainstream consumption. The existence of this restaurant is only a satisfying program to fill the stomach. Ninety-nine percent of them are children of rich families, and the program also needs to be high-end enough.

In front of Teppanyaki, Zhang Shidong picked up the fresh shrimp and bit him and nodded: "No, not bad." He picked up the knife on the table, took off his clothes, and cut off the wound that was hit by the gun. Due to the large amount of true energy, in order to ensure the strongest combat effectiveness, facing the gunman's encirclement, he could only rely on the reaction of his body muscles to control his injuries most of the time.

"You're very confident, what if they run away?"

"When you see you sitting here, where they can run, you don't have the confidence to run away. Why am I anxious? Is it, Fatty Gong?" Zhang Shidong sat down and looked at the figure sitting next to him who had not appeared for a long time. The only true wise man in the half-destroyed family, and the figure who had disappeared for a long time in Zhang Shidong's life.

Even at this moment, his fat cheeks still had a smile. He ate and drank, but did not become weak because he was in danger.

"I just said that catching Ling Jingyun is a failure. You are very manly today. Next, for us, who are destined to be scapegoats, you will be very sad. I have to eat enough. I am looking forward to what method you can use to torture me."

Zhang Shidong tug out the bullets on his body. After his muscles were tense, Yin Needle and medicine stopped the blood on the wound. He looked at Gong Shuitian's face with a relaxed smile, grabbed his left hand, and the silver Needle sealed the acupoint on his wrist, and directly pressed his hand on the hot iron plate in front of him. A burst of sour and numb pain spread into Gong Shuitian's brain. He tried hard to keep himself calm, and watched Zhang Shidong pick up the kitchen knife and chop off his five fingers easily, and then watched him sprinkle hemostatic medicine, watching the five fingers being baked on the iron plate, holding the fork with his right hand, lowering his head, sweating all over his head. Fork the food in the bowl and stuffing it into his mouth.

The palms are dark and blood and redness are densely covered with blood and swelling.

My fingers were muddy on the iron plate, and a pungent black smoke emerged.

Zhang Shidong stood up, put his clothes on, and walked towards the kitchen area of ​​the restaurant.

Honest people, breathe more air.

Every pain on his body, every worry in his heart, every bit of fear that Ling Jingyun was subjected to, must be repaid for the price of bleeding. As for the former owner here, he chose to cooperate with Joker One at the last moment to protect Ling Jingyun from becoming the last bargaining chip that the enemy threatened him. The account between him and him should be settled, and the account in the demon city in front of him should be cleared. The time for this autumn grasshopper that was jumping around was also time to be harvested.

Gong Shuitian, who was in great pain, saw Zhang Shidong chasing him out, leaned back and lit a cigarette. He did not look at the broken hands, nor did he look at the fingers burned on the iron plate, which were burnt and burnt. He did not dare to run away. He did not dare to die. A smart man would consider the worst result before doing things, so that the man would not let him vent his anger completely. The remaining Gong family was still the remaining Gong family.

"Haha..." Gong Shuitian and fat man Gong smiled mockingly. Now, is there a Gong family? Living in a major area of ​​Yanjing, who still remembers that the Gong family, which was once powerful in the south, was lifted up and turned over and threw the entire family to the ground. Zhang Shidong, today, let me use my death to witness your glory?

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Behind the high wall is an open space, a dirt road that can only accommodate a car, and a wasteland with weeds and rocks in the distance. Occasionally, a grave is embedded in it. The garbage waste is like a dotted with stars here. You don’t know what you will step on with one foot, maybe a wet land or a rotten animal corpse.

A giant pickup truck was blocked in the distance, and the person in the car did not get out of the car, but turned off the car.

On the other side, Nan Jingtai's lonely figure stood in the middle of the dirt road, looking at the soldiers surrounded by guns and bullets in front of him, without resisting, letting them control themselves, and looked sadly at the rocky wasteland in the distance: "You should have escaped, right?"

Zhang Shidong glanced at Nan Jingtai, walked to the pickup truck, knocked on the window: "Don't you plan to get out?"

The car doors on both sides opened, and two men with only one leg got out of the car with crutches, looking at Zhang Shidong calmly and madly: "Do you dare to kill us?" Then he raised his hands to the soldiers who were gradually approaching: "We surrender, we admit to hiring gunmen to kill people, and we surrender voluntarily."

Zhang Shidong looked at them who were no longer familiar with them. It has been almost a year since the two brothers Liu Xiaolong and Liu Xiaolei, whose legs were broken by him, had no news about them for a long time. They lived a low-key life all day long and were completely removed from the ranks of the young masters of Yanjing. But today they appeared here. As a pure cannon fodder, the two had no complaints. As long as they could kill Zhang Shidong and watch him appear in front of him alive, the two brothers regretted the past. If they had enough explosives in the car, they would die with him at this moment.

"Mr. Zhang, don't make it difficult for us to do it." A major officer who led the team came over and saluted and hoped to take away the two brothers who had surrendered. In response, Zhang Shidong pointed at himself: "That's it?"

"Of course not, the superiors will give Director Zhang an explanation." The major changed from the title of Mr. to Director Zhang, intending to remind Zhang Shidong that I know your identity, and many people know your identity. Please put the overall situation first and do not act irritably.

Zhang Shidong grabbed Liu Xiaolong's head and slammed into the glass window of the pickup truck. The blood on his head and the broken glass window formed a tragic picture. His originally calm face suddenly shouted at the major and his soldiers: "Come on, shoot at me, I am looking forward to the feeling of my own shooting at me."

Bang bang bang!!!

He hit the glass window again and again, feeling the powerless resistance conveyed from Liu Xiaolong's body again and again. Looking at Zhang Shidong in such a state, the short and fat murderer Liu Xiaolei, who only knows the power of a fox and a tiger, grabbed the major's arm: "You can't ignore me, I surrender myself and I surrender."

After crushing Liu Xiaolong's chin, Zhang Shidong did not walk towards Liu Xiaolei. Seeing the major frowning, he just tried to stop Zhang Shidong with words, Liu Xiaolei turned around and ran away. Even if he was shot dead, it would be better than falling into the hands of this mad dog.

They are not smart enough, far from the purgatory of Fatty Gong. Since they are coming to take revenge, they will die, always think about success, not the consequences of facing the crazy Zhang Shidong. They are just a pair of stupid people.

Bang!

After Liu Xiaolei was caught in the collar, he turned around and looked bitter and knelt down without saying a word. The speed of jumping on one leg was just anyone who comforted him. Hatred would certainly blind his eyes and make him do something crazy, but at the critical moment of life and death, he was far from dying, and he always thought that as long as he begged, he would definitely have a way out.

What if others don’t give you this path?

Liu Xiaolei burst into tears. The arrogance of the past had already disappeared with fear. He kowtowed constantly after kneeling down, begging Zhang Shidong for forgiveness and begging him not to kill himself.

Death is far from easy. The pain before death is so desperate that you will feel that it is a kind of relief when facing death in the end.

"Don't I dare to kill someone?"

Zhang Shidong muttered, facing Liu Xiaolei who was kneeling on the ground, he swung his big fist and smashed it into his head.

Thousands of peach blossoms bloomed, and the fist was like a heavy stone, hitting the head, directly smashing Liu Xiaolei's head and opening it.

One punch, one punch, one punch...

Zhang Shidong was calm and calm when he waved his fists, and he did not have the awareness of cruelly hurting a person's life. The brain blood, which is something that makes people feel sick on weekdays, is far less than the pain that Jingyun suffered this time, and is far less than the pain that the old ghost in the hospital suffers.

No matter who it is, I cannot hurt my relatives and friends.

Under this belief, Zhang Shidong was terrifying. He was not close to his acquaintances. The vehicles driving from afar stopped far away. Those who could have ordered to stop him chose to remain silent. They rushed all the way from the airport, Mr. Nan Huairennan, sat in the car without saying a word for a long time. Looking at his son who was not far away, looking at an old friend sitting in beside him, he sighed heavily: "Should I call this phone number?"

"Is there any difference in the results?"

"I only have one son, no matter how expensive it is, I must save him." Mr. Nan called one of the most important phone calls on his phone: "I am Nan Huairen, Xiangjiang, and I hope to be able to talk to the leader."

Outside the car, Zhang Shidong put the body of Liu Xiaolei who had already rotted into a pool of mud aside, stood up, looked at a soldier who raised his gun because of fear, snorted, grabbed Liu Xiaolong's unconscious body, dragged it to the garbage area transported from the conveyor belt inside, and walked to the major: "Borrow a fire."

"Director Zhang, you should be very clear about the consequences of doing this. Why bother? They must also bear sanctions from the law. No one will speak for them. Everything will be severely punished, and the result will be the same."

Zhang Shidong took the lighter away from his pocket, lit it and threw it into the garbage dump of most combustible materials, watched the flames swallow Liu Xiaolong's body, and watched him rolling and roaring as he woke up from the pain, murmured under the reflection of the flames.
Chapter completed!