Chapter 3256: Self-cultivation

Because everyone was in front of Zhou Zhong, Xu Weiwei didn't know what was going on here, she cried and cried: "You don't want to fight anymore! I will give you money! I will give you money!"

A few punks were naturally too lazy to pay attention to her at this time, and one by one looked at Zhou Zhong like a ghost.

Another gangster took out a stick and was about to smash it down, but this time he didn’t bother to play these house games with them again in the middle of the week. He stretched out his hand like lightning and held the gangster’s wrist. .

The little bastard's expression was painful, because Zhou Zhong's hand was clamped on his wrist like a tongs, and the stick couldn't move anymore.

Zhou Zhong was too lazy to talk nonsense, grabbed the collars of a few people, and threw them directly under the stairs one by one, wailing instantly.

The four little gangsters struggled to get up, but with an angry expression on their faces, they said cruelly: "Damn, I'm still a practicer? Ok! If you have a kind, just give it to me! See if I won't give it today. You did it!"

After speaking, he left in a desperate manner.

Zhou Zhong was too lazy to take a look at them, and went straight to Xu Weiwei's door. At this time, there were still sobbing sounds from time to time in the room. Zhou Zhong sighed and said: "Those people are gone, open the door."

After a moment of silence, a gap was opened in the room. It was Xu Weiwei who still had tears on her face. After taking a glance at the left and right, she looked at Zhou Zhong in disbelief, "They really left? Boss, what are you doing? Did it?"

Zhou Zhong said with disdain: "It's just a few things that don't have eyes. If you play it smoothly, let them go."

"Boss, did you play them?" Xu Weiwei said in surprise. After all, there are four people!

But although she was very grateful to Zhou Zhong, she immediately said with an apologetic expression: "It's over, it's over, this time is over!"

Zhou Zhong asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Xu Weiwei said: "I heard that their boss is particularly powerful in this area! They will never give up! Boss, please go quickly, otherwise it will be too late!"

Zhou Zhong smiled and said: "I'm leaving, don't they have trouble finding you?"

Xu Weiwei said anxiously: "I just owe them money! As long as the money is paid back then! And I will move in a big deal! Move to a place where they can't find it!"

Zhou Zhong smiled and shook his head slightly. It seems that Xu Weiwei should have just entered the society for a short time. If the bosses of those little punks are really as good as she said, then how can they easily let Xu Weiwei go?

Zhou Zhong said nonchalantly: "Today you can take a day off. Remember, no matter what happens outside, you will not come out later."

Xu Weiwei was anxious and just wanted to say something, but Zhou Zhong already stared at her: "I haven't settled the account with you for what I didn't come to work today. Why, now I want to refute what the boss said?"

Xu Weiwei struggled for a while, but she could only listen to what was said in the middle of the week, and returned to the room.

In the middle of the week, I walked to the bottom of the stairs, a relatively spacious open space, waiting for the gangsters to come back.

Sure enough, not long after, those little gangsters came with people. The few people who had been taught in the middle of the week surrounded a big man with a big back and pointed to Zhou Zhong and said: "Brother Tiger, that's this kid! Mom! Yes, he won't run yet! Isn't this looking down on you, Brother Tiger?"

The man called Brother Tiger walked over with an arrogant look, and behind him, there were more than fifty people in uniform, dressed in uniform, and did not look like a simple punk.

Fortunately, the open space I found in the middle of the week was big enough, otherwise I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to hold so many people.

Brother Hu took a group of people and stood still not far away in the middle of the week, his head raised high, and he just spoke, but he was directly interrupted by the middle of the week.

Zhou Zhong, who slowly stood up, said with a blank face: "I know what you are going to say, I was the one who beat me. The reason why I didn't leave is to wait for you to come over, and I also give you a piece of advice."

"I advise you not to get in front of me and get out of here! Otherwise, I won't talk to you so politely."

Brother Hu was taken aback, because he finished his words in the middle of the week, which left him nothing to say, but after the last words in the middle of the week, he was already full of irritation.

"Grandma, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have never imagined that there is such a lack of brain damage in this world! Come on with me! Don't kill it, just get a half-handed!"

With Brother Hu's order, more than fifty small gangsters all coaxed with a playful smile. After all, in their opinion, this is probably the easiest fight ever.

Fifty to one, there is no suspense at all, right?

But in the next second, with two bangs, the two punks who rushed to the front seemed to be hit by a heavy blow, and they were directly hit by a punch and fell behind.

Before this group of gangsters could react, they walked into the crowd like a stroll in the middle of the week, and no one could see exactly how he did it.

But every time someone passed by, one person was thrown out of the crowd.

Brother Hu just took out a cigar and held it on his mouth, but forgot to light it, and he was completely stunned.

But he didn't froze for long, because in the middle of the week, more than fifty punks had already finished cooking and came to him.

The cigar that Brother Tiger held on his mouth fell directly to the ground as his mouth opened and closed slightly.

In the middle of the week, he didn't say anything to him, and threw him in the pile of punk people just the same.

Over the entire clearing, there were wailing sounds of punks everywhere.

At the same time, they all looked at the middle of the week like a ghost, and they couldn't imagine why there are such strong guys in this world.

In the middle of the week, I came to the people lying on the ground and sneered: "Don't you like to write on the wall? Then use your blood to write the disciples rules on the wall! You people need self-cultivation."

A group of punks didn't dare to breathe, and didn't dare not listen. Even the tiger brother ran all the way to the bottom of the wall.

It's just that a group of people squatted under the wall, but they were puzzled. One person asked Brother Tiger curiously: "Brother Tiger, what is the disciple rule? How do you write it?"

Brother Tiger said in a huff: "How do I know!"

Immediately, Brother Hu turned his head, with a flattering taste: "That...what did you write about Disciple Gui?"

In the middle of the week, he said angrily: "I say one sentence, you write one sentence, the writing is bad, but it's not good."

A group of people nodded repeatedly.

So a large group of small gangsters just squatted on the wall and wrote disciples, looking extremely funny.