1006: C1006 Kid Do You Know How to Drink

C1006 Kid Do You Know How to Drink

Small melons could make newborn calves not afraid of tigers, but the owner of the sand mill was not a newborn calf. When he found out about this, he was so scared that he almost peed himself on the spot.

In terms of courage and combat strength, the body of the weasel, which was like a withered tree trunk, would definitely be ranked below average among the many hooligans.

But why was he able to eat so freely in this area? There were so many thick and big hooligans who were respectful to him, and the merchants had to obediently hand over protection fees to him every month?

Wasn't it because he was backed by Qin Longxiang and Qin He, this big tree!

What kind of people were Qin Longxiang and Qin He?

Skinning, breaking bones, stuffing people into gunny sacks, and directly throwing them into the river to feed the fish was something that he was familiar with!

"You little brat, you've really screwed me over this time. Is your big head filled with paste!?"

The owner of the sand processing plant cursed at the little potato in front of his face.

Little Melon was extremely audacious. He dared to pick up a knife and stab someone in the heart, but he was a very loyal person.

If the owner of the sand mill hadn't taken him in, he wouldn't even know which bridge he was sleeping in.

"One man does what he does. I am the one who did this. I will take responsibility for it. I don't care about other people's business!"

Little Melon gritted his teeth and said stubbornly.

"You take responsibility?"

The owner of the sand mill said with a look of despair, "It's easy to say. Can you bear the responsibility? Do you know who that weasel is?"

"He has the Qin father and son of the Qin family behind him. Do you know what the Qin father and son are for?"

" That is the living Yama who flays and removes bones without even blinking. You actually dare to stab the weasel with a knife. What difference is there between this and stretching out your hand to stroke the beard of Hades? "

"Sigh, it's useless to talk about this now. My sand mining plant will definitely not be able to protect it."

"Hurry up and pack up and run away. I can only hope that they make things difficult for me alone. Don't involve my family. Sigh, what a sin!"

Seeing the middle-aged man who had given him a favor by scratching his hair with both hands and squatting on the ground in despair, Little Melon felt extremely sad.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and walked out of the door without saying a word.

It was unknown what method he used, but he soon found out that the weasel was singing in a music hall.

Small Melon pushed the door open and walked in. The room was filled with smoke, and the weasel and the hoodlums who came to collect protection fees were all there.

"F * ck, what the hell are you trying to do!"

Seeing the little cucumber open the door and suddenly walk in, the weasel was so scared that it jumped onto the sofa.

The rest of the hoodlums also picked up their wine bottles. They looked at the young man who was at most fifteen or sixteen years old and had a huge wine bottle on his head. However, they looked as if they were facing a great enemy.

"When you come out, you have to follow the rules of the pugilistic world. What are the rules of the pugilistic world? That is, you have to write a letter of challenge before you attack. Have you written a f * cking letter of challenge to me? You don't want to sneak attack. If you don't accept it, go back and write a letter of challenge and send it to me. Let's make an appointment at a world location and have a showdown!"

The weasel tried to use the principles of the Pugilistic World to suppress this young man with a tender face.

There were five or six of them, and all of them were adults. When they faced a young man who was half a head shorter than them, they actually became the weaker party.

Seeing that the young man was unmoved, the weasel continued, "Kid, don't be crazy. I'm telling you to be careful. Do you know who my big brother is? The Southern Border District's Lord Qin and Brother Qin are friends who have lived their lives with me! "

Seeing that the principles of the Pugilistic World seemed to have no effect on this young man, the weasel quickly brought out Qin Longxiang and Qin He, father and son.

This time, the young man finally made a move.

He slowly reached into his arms and took out a shiny fruit knife from inside.

"F * ck, what the hell are you doing? I'm telling you, don't mess around!"

When the weasel saw the shining knife, he felt a chill in his heart.

As a professional hooligan, it was common for him to use a knife. However, when he attacked, he would stab his opponent in the heart. It was not something that could be seen at any time.

There was a saying that went well: The soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the horizontal ones, and the horizontal ones are afraid of those who don't care about their lives.

There was actually another sentence behind this sentence, The crazy ones who don't care about their lives are afraid of those who don't care about their lives!

For a weasel to be able to survive in this area, other than relying on the Qin father and son, he must also be a tough and tyrannical person.

However, this young man with a huge head in front of him had directly skipped the realm of not caring about his own life, and was like a madman!

This was like a duel between martial arts masters. How could he fight against a person who was two realms higher than him?

At that time, the weasel had the courage to cripple someone, but it did not have the courage to kill him directly.

If he met someone who did not care about his own life, he would have to submit.

However, the young man didn't attack him after that, but made a very inconceivable move.

"Brother Huang, one should take responsibility for what he did. What happened today was all done by me alone. It's none of other people's business."

"I came here today to give you an explanation."

As he spoke, Little Melon suddenly raised his fruit knife and stabbed it into his heart without even blinking!

Bang!

There was a dull sound.

The fruit knife stabbed into his ribs. Even the blade of the knife was twisted. One could imagine the strength of the knife.

In fact, it was not easy to stab his opponent's heart with a knife. Because he had the breastbone and ribs to protect him, the knife had to accurately pierce through the gap between the bones in order to pierce into his heart.

The human body's protection mechanism saved the weasel's life, and also saved the little pumpkin's life.

However, little sweet potato, who had not studied for a few days, did not know this medical theory. He thought that it was because he did not have enough strength, so he raised the fruit knife again and increased the strength to fiercely stab his heart once again.

Another dull sound rang out. This time, because it was too much strength, the cheap fruit knife cut off with a bang.

Blood flowed continuously from Little Melon's chest, but he did not have the slightest intention of stopping.

Seeing that he could not pierce his chest, he held the fruit knife in his hand, which only had half of its blade left, and forcefully wiped it away from his neck.

Luckily, the weasel's reaction was fast enough. It took a big stride forward and firmly pulled away the tiger's arm.

Of course, it was not that the weasel felt pity for him, but if this young man died in front of him, he would definitely not be able to escape responsibility.

"Damn you, your parents finally gave you this little life, and you don't fucking cherish it?"

The weasel cursed loudly, "You son of a b * tch are pretty awesome! You can stab others without hesitation, and you can even stab yourself! F * ck, that's enough. I admit defeat. I'll just pretend this never happened!"

The weasel completely gave in.

He didn't have the guts to exchange his life with a stranger.0

Only then did Little Melon stop.

The weasel had a look of lingering fear on his face. He waved his hand and said, "Do I need to send you to the hospital?"

The little cucumber shook its head. It tore off a piece of cloth from its body and casually wrapped it around the wound a few times. Then, it walked outside without saying a word.

"Wait!"

The weasel stopped him. It narrowed its eyes and sized up the young man from head to toe again. Then, it took out a cigarette and threw it over. "Kid, do you know how to drink?"

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