In front of a nightclub, the fat man stopped the car.

"He is in 1218." The fat man raised his hands and spoke in a regular manner.

Wang Lang turned the gun in his hand, and the gun hit the fat man's back and the fat man fainted.

Get off the car and walk towards the nightclub. It was extremely noisy. I found the elevator, went up to the twelfth floor, and walked slowly towards 1218.

When I stopped at the door, I heard Dou Zihao singing loudly inside, "Look! I have a sturdy iron hooves, walking all over the mountains and rivers! I stand at the storm and hold the sun and the moon tightly! May I have peace and happiness in the world! I really want to live another five hundred years!"

Wang Lang had no expression on his face and pushed the door open.

When I entered, I saw that the middle-aged man who had been to Li's house that day was also there. I was hugging two people in my arms and singing with me, laughing loudly.

Dou Zihao held the wheat in his hand and sang passionately. After he reached a certain level of emotion, Dou Zihao jumped directly to the coffee table and sang loudly.

There is a passage when entering the door. The large screen is facing the door, so the singer inside is facing the door. Wang Lang stood at the entrance of the passage, lit a cigarette, took out his ears, and waited for Dou Zihao to finish singing.

"I really want to live another five hundred years! I really want to live another..."

Dou Zihao came to the last sentence and pulled the long note, clenched his fists in one hand, turned around and prepared to sing to the middle-aged man, but saw Wang Lang smoking against the wall at the door. In an instant, he felt like his throat was pinched. The next five hundred years could not be sung.

The middle-aged man also noticed something was wrong. He looked back and found that Wang Lang was standing at the door. He was so shocked that the red wine in his hand spilled all his pants.

Wang Lang walked towards Dou Zihao, glanced at him and sang, "Get out."

The two sang together with great sensibility and price.

Wang Lang sat next to the middle-aged man, glanced at Dou Zihao, "Sun to sing."

The middle-aged man next to him grinned and smoothed out, "So it's my brother-in-law, why are you here?"

Dou Zihao curled a smile on his lips, and he was about to jump over to beat Wang Lang.

Bang!

Wang Lang burst a bottle of wine at Dou Zihao's feet with one shot.

"Sing again." Wang Lang said expressionlessly.

Dou Zihao was shocked.

Wang Lang put the gun on the middle-aged man's legs and waited quietly for Dou Zihao to sing.

The middle-aged man showed Dou Zihao a gesture, and Dou Zihao held the microphone in both hands and spoke and sang.

Wang Langan was smoking a cigarette quietly.

The middle-aged man gently tapped his leg with one hand, and Yu Guang stared at Wang Lang closely. The moment Wang Lang closed his eyes, the middle-aged man grabbed the gun and was about to shoot the headshot at Wang Lang.

Somehow, Wang Lang just stretched out his hand and turned his wrist.

With a bang.

The gun was fired by a middle-aged man, but the gun was pointed at him. After one shot, the middle-aged man's ear was blown out and his blood was thundering.

The gun was back in Wang Lang's hand, and the black muzzle pointed at the middle-aged man, "Sit down."

The middle-aged man sat next to Wang Lang with his ears covered in pain. Wang Lang put the gun on the middle-aged man's lap again, lit another cigarette, looked up at Dou Zihao, "Soon sing, sing until I am satisfied."

Dou Zihao's voice finally shook a little. He held the microphone tightly with both hands and stared at Wang Lang with his eyes fixed on him, but Yu Guang locked in the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man covered his bleeding ears, stared at Wang Lang who was smoking with his eyes closed, and then looked at the gun placed on his legs. This was undoubtedly a torture. It gave you a chance to kill me. If you can't kill me, you will be a hot chicken.

Dou Zihao sang a song and winked the middle-aged man hard. The middle-aged man swallowed and reached out to touch the gun on his legs.

Wang Lang was like he had sky eyes. The moment the middle-aged man's fingers touched the gun, Wang Lang's lips curled up a sneer, and the middle-aged man took his hand back.

Bang!

Suddenly a gunshot.

The gun was still placed on the middle-aged man's legs, but Dou Zihao's crotch had a hole in his crotch.

Neither the middle-aged man nor Dou Zihao saw clearly how Wang Lang made the gun. The gun was as fast as thunder, which made people overwhelmed.

"Higher the sound." Wang Lang spoke softly, his voice was hoarse, and the hoarseness followed by a heart-stirring depression.

Dou Zihao fought with two legs, and his legs were involuntarily swaying.

Wang Lang opened his eyes and stared at Dou Zihao. Dou Zihao's face was pale. For the first time in his life, he was so nervous that he couldn't hold the chrysanthemum, so he farted.

Blood in middle-aged people's ears is still flowing.

"Brother, I am a businessman, this matter has nothing to do with me." The middle-aged man said.

Wang Lang glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently. The middle-aged man stopped talking and stared at Dou Zihao fiercely. Dou Zihao was trembling violently and sang a song, his voice was like crying, and he was not as arrogant as Wang Lang had just come in.

Wang Lang closed his eyes and listened to Dou Zihao's howling again and again.

The middle-aged man next to him tried to explain several times, but he didn't say anything when he saw Wang Lang's side face.

When Wang Lang smoked only one of his cigarettes, he slowly opened his eyes. Dou Zihao was still singing, his voice was hoarse.

He reached out and picked up the gun, Wang Lang lifted up, and the middle-aged man covered his ears, "Listen to me..."

Bang!

Dou Zihao knelt down as soon as his legs were weak, and he cried, "I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I'm okay to spare me. I'm sorry to my teacher and my teacher's wife. They treat me as their own, but I did such a beastly thing. I'm wrong. Can you stop killing me? Please, please, I'll give you money and you can't count the money."

"Please don't kill me, you can do whatever you want me to do." Dou Zihao grabbed Wang Lang's leg and begged.

Wang Lang had no expression on his face, and the gun handle pointed at Dou Zihao's sky spirit cover. Dou Zihao fainted after his eyes.

He walked out with Dou Zihao in his arms, and the middle-aged man behind him covered his bloody legs and said, "Thank you for not killing me."

Wang Lang did not pause at all and carried Dou Zihao out. Everyone in the corridor thought it was Wang Lang carrying a drunkard and didn't care.

After getting into Dou Zihao's car, Wang Lang stuffed Fatty and Dou Zihao into the back row, untied the fat man's belt and tied Dou Zihao's wrists back.

Wang Lang drove toward the city.

On the edge of Linghe City, Wang Lang threw the fat man off the car and drove toward the outside of the city. Finally, he parked the car in the dilapidated village he had been here a long time ago. Wang Lang lifted Dou Zihao off the car.

After slapping hard, Dou Zihao woke up and looked around nervously, "Where is this? Please, don't kill me, okay? I am obsessed with it, okay if you let me go? I will definitely eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name to pray for blessings to the teacher and my wife to let them give birth to a good fetus."

Wang Lang looked angry and said, "Pray for yourself first and don't be a human being in the next life."

"I really want you to taste what it feels like to be burned to death." Wang Lang said in a deep voice.

Dou Zihao was about to run, but Wang Lang raised his gun and broke Dou Zihao's leg.

Holding Dou Zihao, Dou Zihao kneeled in the direction of Li's mansion. Wang Lang raised his hand and banged a gun.

Wang Lang squatted on the dilapidated wall and smoked a cigarette, turned around and drove away.
Chapter completed!