Gangster students

At this time, I was really depressed. Did I really commit too much today? How can a person bully me?

My face turned cold in an instant, and the dozens of younger brothers began to move.

"Bang" a slap hit the young policeman's face extremely crisply. Captain Liu reprimanded, "Stand over! There is no place for you to speak here!"

The little young policeman covered half of his red and swollen cheeks and stood on the spot, looking a little at a loss.

Captain Liu quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Xiaojiu, this child is a newcomer and ignorant. Don't blame him, he is still young..."

What do you think this is going on? Is he still young? Are you afraid that I can't eat him?

I waved my hand depressedly and said, "Come on, the newcomer doesn't know the rules. I don't blame him. Well, let's have a drink."

After saying that, they ignored the men lying on the ground, and the two found a seat to sit down.

The clever lady had already taken out the good red wine and poured half a glass for each person.

Damn, are you fooling me again? Anyway, I don't know how to drink red wine. What about him?

I drank it all my life. Looking at Captain Liu's heartache, this sip of wine, but drank all his month's salary!

Captain Liu didn't stay long and said goodbye in a hurry. Of course, before leaving, I also stuffed the bottle of red wine that seemed to be very expensive in his arms.

Where are those big men? Then it was carried away by four stretchers.

It was a very ordinary night, and an ordinary night could not be an ordinary night. When the big man was carried out, I asked, "Do you think I'm like a student?"

Do you know how he answered? He was already scared and shook his head crazily...

I'm really depressed. Do I look like a student? Do I really look like a student?

I kicked away the bar girl, and I drank the muffled wine alone until... I couldn't wake up.

When I woke up the next day, I was already on a soft bed, with two chicks sleeping beside me, watery.

I looked around in a daze and realized that this was Tiandu Hotel, Room 0137. No wonder it's so familiar.

One advantage of being a gangster is that no matter what you look and how you are, you can always find a woman to sleep with within three months, and that woman's appearance will never be bad.

I'm not only a gangster, but also a boss, so women have long been common for me. However, one thing worth commending is that no woman who has a relationship with me has made me remember her name.

I don't know if I'm a dedicated man, but when I sleep with a woman, I must be focused.

I touched my lower body. Damn, it's wet. These two girls are too good at it, aren't they? I was distressed for a while. I turned around left and right, grabbed the little girl on the left, ignored whether she was awake or not, and directly picked up the gun and got on the horse.

Damn, I know you are chickens by looking at your appearance. Is there any need to pay attention to your feelings when dealing with chickens?

When I was exhausted, I turned on my mobile phone and looked at it again. Damn, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

The two sisters hugged me and said with smiles, "Brother Jiu, you are so powerful!"

"Come on, come on, go to my pocket to get the money by yourself, take 500 yuan for each person, and then disappear in front of me. Well... Give you five minutes. Hurry up!" I lit a cigarette and slapped the buttocks of my two complete sisters.

They knew the rules of the way very well, quickly put on their clothes, and said with a smile, "Brother Jiu, the eldest sister has already paid the money."

My fingers swayed a few times in mid-air and said, "Take it, don't be polite to me."

The two young ladies nodded, took out my wallet cleanly, put the money in their small bags, put the wallet back in place, and then quickly disappeared in front of me.

Oh, damn it, I have to go to school. Who should I find to be my companion? This is really a problem.

He casually picked up the black underwear on the ground and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck, throw my brand-name leggings everywhere." Then get up and take a shower.

When I came to the mirror in the bathroom, I looked down at the 'blood tattoo' on my whole upper body and sighed again.

(Blood tattoos are usually tattooed with pigeon blood, which can't be seen at ordinary times. Only when you do strenuous exercise, such as **, long-distance running, etc., will gradually emerge. Or a special tattoo that will appear after drinking. I advise you that tattooed pigeon blood is extremely prone to skin allergies and other problems. If you don't have enough MONEY to learn from that dance king or something to do skin grafting surgery, it's better to be careful.)

The two huge red dragons are lifelikely entangled together, and the slowly gloomy dragon's beard has been wrapped around its neck. Its ferocious appearance is intimidating.

Why do gangsters always like tattoos? Maybe many people will ask this question. In fact, there is only one very simple truth, which is to increase courage.

What is courage? When fighting, ninth-rate gangsters can face a man of the same figure as themselves without panic. This is a kind of courage.

First-class gangsters, like me, I face more than a dozen big men who have no heavy weapons (rusty knives, huge steel pipes and other weapons) on their hands, and my face does not change. This requires many times more courage than ordinary people.

The top gangster is the boss of the underworld. ( Of course, there are also those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, but such a few people who can become the boss of the underworld generally have two brushes.)

Take Brother Hu as an example, I saw him being chased for three miles by more than 30 people holding watermelon knives, and then he overturned seven people with two beer bottles in a store. The rest of the people were so scared that they didn't dare to move. What's more, they threw away the knife in their hands and ran away.

This is the courage. Ordinary people will not provoke people with tattoos, and no one dares to come forward to find fault when they see people with tattoos all over their bodies. If it's a single tattoo, the other party will immediately weaken half of the momentum of your terrify tattoo as soon as you see it. Therefore, the underworld tattoo is simply: "a must-have at home, and the first choice to cut people."

Who is not afraid of death? In fact, everyone is afraid of death. It just depends on how to die. Whether death is worth it or not. As the saying goes, "Death is lighter than Hongmao and heavier than Mount Tai." That's what it means.

I'd rather spend a short life, rather than end my life in mediocrity. Looking at my son and grandson standing in front of the hospital bed, he said to you with tears in his eyes, "Dad, don't worry... I still have to work overtime!"

Perhaps because I have experienced too many things, I have become much older. Compared with my peers, I can be their elders.

Speaking of this, maybe many people will scold me for being radical. I don't want to defend myself, and I'm too lazy to defend myself. I'm a gangster, a hooligan, a gangster, a gangster, but I dare to admit it. On the surface, some people wear suits and checkered collars and carry briefcases, claiming that they are: "good young people, moral and qualified." People should be good.