786: C786 The Melancholic Saxophone

C786 The Melancholic Saxophone

Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann exchanged a few words. After hanging up the phone, he turned to the highwaymen and said apologetically, "I don't have any missions recently. You guys should rest first."

When the highwaymen heard this, they were instantly disappointed.

Long Aotian pleaded, "Brother Yang, think of another way. If we don't fight two battles, our brothers won't be able to hold it in."

"Even if there isn't a big battle, we can still fight a small one!"

Looking at the pleading faces of the highwaymen, Yang Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Normal people looked forward to peace. Even Loong Xiaomann and the others from the underworld were forced to go to war. Who wouldn't want to live a peaceful life every day?

However, this group of highwaymen was good. It was as if war was a form of entertainment for them.

However, looking at this group of highwaymen, Yang Xuan knew that he had to find something for them to do. Otherwise, it would affect their morale.

Helpless, Yang Xuan could only call the weasel.

After hearing what Yang Xuan wanted him to do, the weasel did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Brother Yang, it's not like you don't know about the Nanjiang."

"Ever since you came, those who dared to oppose us have all been killed. Now, we are the only one in Nanjiang. Where did the enemy come from?"

"But if you have nothing better to do and want to practice, you can go to the nearby towns and villages to take a look."

"Those places are so poor that birds don't poop. We are too lazy to care about them. There are also some local ruffians and bullies there."

Yang Xuan let out a long sigh. "Alright, no matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat. Send the address of those places to my phone immediately."

"Alright, send it over immediately. Oh right, Brother Yang, when are you free these days? I haven't seen you for a long time. I want to buy you a drink... Damn, let's not talk about it anymore. There's a beauty!"

The weasel on the other end of the phone suddenly cried out in shock, then quickly cut off the phone.

Yang Xuan shook his head with a bitter smile. He thought to himself, with the behavior of the weasel, how could it be a virgin?

However, Yang Xuan waited and waited, but he did not get any message from the weasel. He could only call again.

However, no one answered after several calls.

"What is this Old Yellow up to!?"

Yang Xuan frowned. Just as he was thinking about how to deal with this kid, the weasel suddenly took the initiative to call him.

"Where the f * ck did you go? Where is the message I asked you to send? Is it itchy?"

Yang Xuan picked up the phone and scolded him in front of his face.

A few seconds later, the sound of a weasel crying came from the other end of the phone. "Brother Yang, you have to make the decision for me. I was beaten up!"

"You were beaten up?"

Yang Xuan was a little confused. Although he usually scolded and raised his hand to hit the weasel, it was only him.

When Loong Xiaomann and Zhou Ahhu spent most of their time in the provincial capital, the weasel was definitely the boss of the underground in Nanjiang City.

In the entire Nanjiang City, as long as one reported the name of the weasel, no matter how strong one was, they had to be respectful.

So when he suddenly said that he was beaten up, this matter was quite puzzling.

"Are you kidding me? Don't change the topic. In the entire Nanjiang, who would dare to beat you up?"

Yang Xuan asked in disbelief.

The weasel cried on the other end of the phone, "Brother Yang, how would I dare to tease you? I really got beaten up."

"Sigh, I can't explain this clearly in one or two sentences. I'm on my way to the Second City Hospital now. If you don't believe me, you can come and take a look."

Yang Xuan paused for a moment, thinking that there was something fishy about this matter. Thus, he greeted Zhang Beijia and told him to keep an eye on these highwaymen while he drove straight to the Second City Hospital.

"Aiyo, be gentle, be gentle!"

Just as he reached the door of the ward, he heard the wailing of the weasel.

He walked in and saw that the weasel was naked. He was only wearing a big red triangular underpants, and there were several bloody wounds on his body. A few nurses and doctors were sewing him.

"Brother Yang, did you see that? I really didn't lie to you!"

The weasel saw Yang Xuan and immediately cried.

Yang Xuan felt that there was something wrong with the wounds on the weasel's body. After carefully looking at it for a few seconds, he frowned slightly and said, "Who cut you into this shape?"

"It's... it's... it's two people..."

The weasel seemed to be stammering.

"Can it be a rabbit if it's not a human? I'm asking you who did it!"

Yang Xuan felt it was very difficult to communicate with this guy every time.

"Brother Yang, it was two women who did it."

At this moment, a subordinate beside him interjected.

"F * ck, you talk too much. Scram to the side. Did I tell you to speak?"

The weasel scolded the subordinate angrily. Then, he looked at Yang Xuan and said seriously, "Brother Yang, the one who hurt me is indeed a woman."

"But this matter is also my fault for being protective of women. Even if I have to suffer some grievances, I will definitely not attack a woman."

"Otherwise, Brother Yang, you know me. If I let go of you, how could I not deal with two women?"

Yang Xuan looked askance and asked, "Then why did you call me just now and ask me to take revenge for you?"

"This..."

The weasel was at a loss for words for a moment, then quickly explained, "I was just joking at that time, how could I be more calculative with two old ladies? This small injury is like a tickle to me."

Just as he finished speaking, a nurse beside him hurriedly said to the doctor in the white coat who was sewing, "Doctor Wang, it's bad. There's not enough anesthetics!"

The doctor nodded calmly, then looked up at the weasel and said, "Sir, did you just say that you're not afraid of pain? That's easy. We don't have enough anesthetics, so just take some. "

"F * ck, that's not what I meant... Ah!"

The sound of a weasel slaughtering a pig could be heard from the ward.

Yang Xuan, who was beside him, did not have any sympathy at all. He thought that this brat deserved it. Who asked him to act cool for no reason?

After the stitches were done, the weasel wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and explained, "The scene was too bloody. I was afraid that I would scare a few young nurses, so I used shouting to divert their attention."

A nurse covered her mouth and smiled. "Then we have to thank you."

"You're welcome. It has always been my code of conduct to have compassion for the fairer sex. By the way, nurse, I've been writing a book of poems about nurses recently. If it's convenient, I'll add you on WeChat. I can ask you for advice."1

The weasel smiled at the nurse.

The young nurse also thought that the weasel was quite an interesting person. She did not reject it. She took out her phone and scanned it with the weasel.

"The melancholic Sacks?"

The young nurse was stunned. "Why did you come up with such a name?"

The weasel sighed softly and looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle. With an ancient expression, it said slowly, "There are some things that need not be said. Let it go with the wind."

Yang Xuan, who was beside it, had already endured it to the extreme. He reached out and slapped the weasel's head. "Can you stop pretending? I'm asking you a question. How did you get hurt just now? What did the person who hurt you look like? Do you know that you have already gone around the gates of hell?! "

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