When the people in the hospital saw so many cars coming to Hula, they were all stunned on the spot.
It doesn't seem to be a celebration today, why did so many cars come at once, it's really evil.
Of course, what happened next, opened their eyes even wider.
To be precise, they had never seen such a sight in their lives, the doors of all the cars were open, and many people covered in blood came down from above, which made people shudder.
This is what happened to make so many people hurt.
In the end, from the outfits these people were wearing, the people in the hospital quickly made a judgment that this was a serious gang fight.
The number of rushes, the severity of the rush, is unprecedented.
With so many people pouring into the hospital at once, the entire hospital was quickly saturated.
With his right hand, the four tigers were in charge of coordination, and he went directly to the dean's office.
"Who are you?"
the dean, who was in the office, asked with some disgust when he saw the appearance of his right hand rushing in without knocking on the door.
At this time, his right hand realized that the other party was speaking Vietnamese, and he couldn't understand a word Thinking of this, he didn't care about what waste he said to the other party, so he just stepped forward and dragged the other party away.
"What the hell do you want to do when you let go?"
the dean asked in surprise when he saw the other party's barbaric behavior.
It was the first time he had seen such a rude person in all his years here, and he couldn't help but shout, trying to break free of the other man's hand.
Seeing him shouting like this, his brows furrowed, and he simply carried the dean up directly and walked outside.
For a moment, many people in the corridor were watching him, but no one stopped him.
After all, there must be a way to do this in broad daylight.
None of them are stupid, so no one moves.
Curious, just follow behind your right hand and see what the hell is going on.
Walking out of the door, he put down the dean with his right hand, and found a Vietnamese who could understand the national dialect to act as an interpreter and convey his meaning to the dean.
"Dean, I hope you can organize all the doctors and nurses in the hospital to treat these brothers of mine."
Said with his right hand.
"Why are you?"
said the dean, without showing any weakness.
He was carried out with his right hand in front of so many people, and he had already lost face.
Since the other party has made him lose face, he will not let the other party have a good time.
"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that you do it right away.
Otherwise.
Speaking of this with his right hand, he took out a gun from somewhere and put it on the other person's head, "Believe it or not, I shot you to death." ” The dean's head was covered with white sweat all of a sudden.
It was the first time in his life that he had seen a gun, and looking at the other party's appearance, it didn't look like a joke at all, this gun naturally couldn't be fake.
Crazy, really crazy.
The dean couldn't help but shout in his heart.
But in the face of the ruthless behavior of his right hand, he did not dare to show his dissatisfaction at all, and the devil knew whether this madman would shoot or not.
"I'll arrange it right away."
The dean immediately agreed.
He finally became the director of this hospital, and he didn't want to die yet.
Besides, he also has two people outside, if he dies, wouldn't it be cheaper for others to deal with this period no matter what, and then find a way to call the police after a while.
After getting a clear answer from the other party, the right hand put away the pistol, and then watched the dean's incessant scheduling, and soon, basically all the injured brothers were properly arranged, some of the seriously injured went directly to the ward, and some of the less injured ones were simply bandaged.
Park Wanchen looked like he had been stabbed more than 20 times and had shed a lot of blood, but in fact he didn't hurt his bones, so after being bandaged, he walked out of the infirmary directly.
"How is it" asked with a smile as he took out a cigarette from his pocket with his right hand, pulled out one and handed it to the other party.
"Nothing.
It's not the first time I've been injured, and I'm not so squeamish.
Park Wanchen took the cigarette and said.
"It's okay.
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What do you think of this cigarette?"
asked as he lit one with his right hand.
"The taste was pure.
What brand of cigarette is this" Park Wanchen took a deep breath and asked.
"There is no sign."
Said with his right hand.
"There is no brand," Pu Wanchen's face was suddenly full of puzzlement.
How to sell cigarettes without a brand "Yes.
This cigarette is special and does not have a brand.
Right hand explained.
"I see.
We also have this kind of cigarette in my country, but I didn't have a chance to smoke it.
I didn't expect you to have such a great ability.
Big brother, where are you from" Park Wanchen couldn't help but glance at the other party.
Although he didn't know how rare this special cigarette was, just by relying on the word special, he could show that the other party's identity was extraordinary.
"I'm from country Z XA.
XA, you know," asked with a smile on his right hand.
"Yes.
It was Chang'an in ancient times.
I went to study in country Z and studied at BJ University for two years.
Park Wanchen nodded and said.
"I didn't think you were still a literate person.
Since you went to BJ University to study, why don't you become a university teacher, why do you need to embark on this path?"
asked his right hand a little puzzled.
It's not that he hasn't seen college students in the underworld, but most of them are engaged in some money laundering and gang-making work, and they will not directly participate in this kind of fighting.
After all, the underworld rush is a physical job, and it is not something that can be won by relying on the brain alone.
"This is my life.
My father started the Flying Sands, and I can't afford to see them destroyed in my hands.
Park Wanchen said with some sadness.
Too often, people are not qualified to choose their own destiny, and some people are destined to fate when they are born.
"Do you want to make the Flying Sand Gang the No. 1 gang in Vietnam" looked at each other with his right hand and asked tentatively.
"Yes.
To say that I don't want to be is a lie.
However, the Flying Sand Gang is not only the second in Neihe City now, and it is not so easy to destroy the other party by the scythe.
What's more, the Flying Sand Gang and the Scythe will have a common enmity, and my father is rumored to have died at the hands of Jiang Dachuan, the current leader of the Scythe Society.
However, I didn't find any hard evidence.
If I find evidence, I will definitely break the other party's body into pieces.
At this point, Park Wanchen clenched his fists, his knuckles rattling from excessive anger. t1706231537: