48 Hours a Day

The agreed trading place is outside a slaughterhouse.

There is an unpleasant smell in the surrounding air.

Zhang Heng stopped the black public, not far from them, and the four men were playing finger-cutting games around a small table.

The rule of this gambling game is simply to have the player put one hand on the table, the other hand holding the knife, the tip of the knife down, quickly poking the gap between the fingers, whoever moves fastest is the final winner.

The whole process is very sandy, yet participation in games is often seen as a symbol of courage and courage.

Four people are having a good time, as if they didn't even notice someone coming.

“… twenty minutes from the agreed time, what do we do, wait in the car, or should I go down and tell them? ”

“Don't be so troublesome.” Zhang Hengfangdao turned on the headlights directly.

The four lighted men could no longer play the game. They stood up from the chair and grabbed the weapon while scolding.

Chemistry teacher opens his mouth, “Well, isn't that rude? ”

“Have you ever seen bandits and villains speak politely?” Zhang Hengdao, "these four people sat here and made it clear to us, they knew you were a normal person, I bet they wouldn't get up if you didn't get out of the car, you went to them and they would just pretend they didn't hear you, that's how they do things, this way to make you nervous, the more you fear the next negotiations will be good for them. ”

And the little boy said, "Is this where they asked for the deal, and the closest camera here is a thousand meters away, and with the current visibility, the camera doesn't really capture anything, in other words, they're absolutely proactive here. ”

The chemistry teacher was embarrassed, “We were lucky to have traded at the place where you picked me up under the bridge, but then their supervisor answered a call saying that their boss had to trade on their territory, otherwise he would blow it, and I know it's not good, but the person in charge of this deal assured me it would be safe...”

“One sings red-faced and the other sings white-faced old teeth.” Zhang Hengdao, "but it's not entirely a bad thing to not have a camera and get out of the car when you see my gesture. ”

“Hmm?” Chemistry teacher didn't understand what was going on, Zhang Heng had pushed the door open and walked on.

“Are you the driver? Are you looking to die when the lights are on?!” The man in the front had a tattoo on him, and he didn't even let go of a face. "Do you know whose territory this is? ”

“After more than two hundred years, you guys still don't have much to go on, you can only pretend to be tough with a lot of people and an awkward bundle of makeup. It's really disappointing,” Zhang Hengshen calmly said, “so let me show you what real evil is today. ”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! I can't bear to live.” The guy with the ghost painting all over him said as he reached out and grabbed Zhang Heng's collar.

“What should I do?” The chemistry teacher in the car was in a hurry like an ant on a hot pot. “Why did you start suddenly? There must be some misunderstanding in there. They probably don't know what we're doing here, so I'll go down and talk to them. ”

The little boy reached out and pressed the chemistry teacher's shoulder, "You heard what the guy said before getting out of the car, leave this to him, you just wait in the car for the signal. ”

That being said, the little boy's eyes also clearly flashed with anxiety.

The next moment, however, she saw the tattooed man suddenly kneeling with his neck on the ground, his face rose red, like a fish leaving the water, trying to open his mouth, but not breathing any air.

The other three looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

Zhang Heng dumped his hand, “Shall we go together? ”

Unlike the quick battle against the casino players before, this time Zhang Heng not only has to solve the first four guys, but also try to hurt them and scare them.

His first punch directly hit the breath trachea of the tattooed man, giving the latter the pleasure of being on the verge of suffocation. Now the tragic situation of the tattooed man obviously also affects his three companions, although the Albanians attach particular importance to fearless qualities, and the cowards cannot survive in this cruel dark environment.

So the three people were just slightly stunned and rushed over immediately. One of them waved the iron hook of the hog meat and hit Zhang Heng's head, but had not yet met the target. He was stabbed in the wrist by a knife that came out of nowhere.

Zhang Heng pulled out the newly bought knife and brought out a string of blood flowers. To that wretched devil, "Find a hospital within twenty minutes to handle it, you can leave no disability, choose your own. ”

Instead of retreating, however, the young man with the wounded wrist was stirred up with all the blood, loosened his bleeding wrist, shouted and rushed up again.

“Bravery, unfortunately a fool. You really think you can hang around here after you've been crippled?” Zhang Heng said while smashing the nose of a guy who attacked him behind his back with his elbow, "There is no respect for the elderly and children in this line of work, and the virtues of the disabled are respected. ”

The last person, Zhang Heng chose to break one of the other's legs and let him cry on the ground. At this time, the bloody brave guy also rushed up again, Zhang Heng stood still until the opponent had rushed to his front, Zhang Heng's side, easily let go of this non-threatening attack, and then hit the guy's small belly with his knee.

This time, the world finally calmed down again.

Zhang Heng put away the folding knife in his hand, walked to the first tattoo man who was put in front of him, grabbed his hair, dragged him three meters out of the ground, came to the table where the four previous players played the game, put the latter's head against the table, the other hand grabbed the knife stuck in the table.

“Which eye do you prefer, left or right? ”

The latter can no longer sustain the image of the hard man before, tears and snot gushing out, leaving only the most primitive and instinctive fear of humankind in mind.

Until the next moment a sound sounds.

“Enough. ”

An old man in a leather apron, dressed like a butcher, but with his beard and hair carefully trimmed, walked out of the slaughterhouse, pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the blood off his hands, “Sorry, forgive my memory, this friend, but have we met before? ”