When we returned to Dongdu City area, it was almost 9 o'clock.
What happened Strange Event deep inside the Western Mountains was also forgotten by everyone.
Because they were in a hurry to go to Shooting Range for training, Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe didn't even bother to eat dinner.
Wait until the bus approaches Old Factory Street.
In order to thank them for their help, Fang Cheng planned to invite them to a nearby small restaurant with a slightly higher quality.
There is no way, Wallet is dry now, so we can't be too particular about it.
Ma Donghe, however, had no interest in going to a restaurant to eat, so he directly suggested having a barbecue at North Point Night Market.
Fang Cheng was slightly happy when he heard this, and he naturally followed the good deeds.
The colorful Neon Lights lights are flashing, and the North Point at night are mixed with fish and dragons, giving off a strange vitality that is not seen during the day.
A Gray second-hand car was driving slowly on the busy Street.
"I know there is a food stall that serves very good barbecue. I haven't eaten there for a long time, but I've been craving it lately..."
Sitting in the car, Ma Donghe described all kinds of delicious food vividly, and seemed to have smelled the tempting aroma.
Fang Cheng ears listened to his chatter, and his eyes watched the Neon Lights light signs passing by one after another.
Suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly and he said:
"Wait, stop the car."
Huang Mao heard this and immediately stepped on the brakes.
The car window lowered and Fang Cheng poked his head out.
Then he shouted to a thin figure a few meters away:
"Wen Xin."
Hearing this call, a girl dragging a sack in the crowd immediately turned around and looked over.
When his eyes fell on Fang Cheng's face in the car.
Those big Amber eyes instantly flashed with joy.
"Brother Fang Cheng!"
Fang Cheng smiled and waved to her.
Wen Xin quickly ran forward in small steps.
However, when she saw that there were other people in the car, her eyes became a little timid, and she couldn't help but shrink back from the torn sack in her hand.
"You haven't had dinner yet, let's go have something together."
Fang Cheng talked to her familiarly.
Wen Xin glanced secretly at the two people sitting in the front row, shook his head, and did not dare to reply.
"You are Fang Cheng's sister, right?"
Seeing this scene, Ma Donghe immediately came over and interjected:
"Don't be afraid. Although we are not good people, we will never bully Little Girl."
As he spoke, he forced out a smile that he thought was kind and approachable.
To be honest, he doesn't look like Ma Jianguo's biological son at all.
Wen Xin's thin shoulders trembled slightly, looking even more frightened.
Fang Cheng couldn't see it, so he got out of the car, took the sack and put it in the trunk.
Then he took her to the back seat.
Wen Xin seemed to be riding in a car for the first time, looking around curiously.
When his eyes moved to the two uncles who had Tattoo tattooed on their bodies and were still injured, their eyes shrank and their heads quickly dropped.
Fang Cheng saw this and encouraged her:
"Don't be afraid, if these two bad guys dare to bully you, I will beat them into real cripples with my fists!"
Wen Xin couldn't help laughing when he heard this, with a slight smile on his lips.
Huang Mao, who was holding the steering wheel, shook his hands.
Seemingly remembering the experience of being beaten, he even drove the car at an angle.
Ma Donghe also had a sad face.
Don't say that his broken arm has not healed yet.
Even if your limbs are intact, there is a high probability that you will not be a match for the "monster" around you.
North Point Night Market, in a simply built food stall.
The stir-fried Flames rose three feet high, and the smell of oil smoke mixed with the fragrance of onions and garlic hit your nostrils.
The chicken wings, sausages, and grilled fish on the grill are sizzling with oil, releasing an alluring aroma.
"Gulu--"
Fang Cheng and others sat at a folding dining table on the roadside, clinking glasses with each other, taking a sip of beer, and then taking a bite of skewers.
Tomorrow is the New Year's Day holiday, and the number of people visiting Night Market in the evening has increased significantly.
The seats in the food stall are crowded, the noise is constant, the table is stained with grease, and the dishes are piled up.
Everyone didn't care at all and still ate happily.
"Fang Cheng, I really admire how promising you are at such a young age. Brother, I have lived my thirties in vain..."
Ma Donghe had already downed 10 bottles of beer in a row. He was a little tipsy and sighed.
Huang Mao sat aside and cheered, sometimes chiming in with a few words.
Fang Cheng listened intently, but kept pouring beer for him and asked him to continue talking.
Wen Xin was munching on a bunch of chicken wings, licking almost all the residue in the bone seams, and continued to put the bones in his mouth to chew.
The atmosphere at the table was that everyone was doing their own thing and enjoying themselves.
Although Ma Donghe is as strong as a bear, his drinking capacity is no different from that of ordinary people.
He seemed a little Big Mouth when he was talking, and he directly told some of the embarrassing things he had done.
It started when I was young, fighting on campus, skipping school and hanging out.
When I entered the society, I dreamed of being a Underworld hero, but as a result, I became more and more useless. Even when I went out to collect debts, I was disliked by others.
Now that he has entered middle age, he has become confused about his future in life and does not know what else he can do.
As he was talking, he suddenly started crying, slapped himself hard, and scolded himself for being a loser who couldn't even take care of his brothers.
Huang Mao felt extremely embarrassed and quickly advised him to drink less.
Ma Donghe's face turned red, and he looked at Fang Cheng with his neck stiffened:
"A Cheng, I have a question for you."
There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!
"In your eyes, am I, Ma Donghe, a bastard among bastards?"
Fang Cheng didn't say anything, peeled off a Salt-and-Pepper Mantis Shrimp and put it into the Wen Xin bowl.
From Ma Donghe's drunken words just now, we can probably understand why he lost control of his emotions.
In the melee when Poisonous Snake Gang was annexed by Red Tiger Gang, A Dong, one of the two closest brothers to Ma Donghe, and the gang leader whom he regarded as his elder brother were all hacked to death.
As for himself, he was seriously injured and almost died.
Perhaps this experience was a wake-up call for him.
Fang Cheng doesn't have much sympathy.
Since you choose to embark on the road of Underworld, you must have the consciousness to die on the streets.
However, he still offered some words of comfort and asked the boss to remove all the remaining beer.
While eating this late-night snack, I also met A Fei and others.
They came here specially to show their courtesy. When they saw Ma Donghe looking drunk and crazy, they didn't dare to touch the bad luck and hurried away again.
In this way, three sober people, accompanied by a drunk guy talking nonsense, continued to sit for half an hour before closing the table and setting off.
Watching Huang Mao struggling to put Ma Donghe into the car, and then drifting away, disappearing into the blurred city night.
Fang Cheng looked at Qingming Festival, and then walked slowly towards Old Factory Street with Wen Xin.
With his current Physical Quality, it is actually difficult for alcohol to have any effect.
Come to Sleeve Building basement.
Wen Xin took out the key and opened the door carefully.
Then he stood up on his tiptoes and pressed the light switch at the door.
An incandescent lamp was lit, and the dim light revealed the situation inside the house.
The small one-bedroom apartment only has a wooden bed and a table as furniture.
There were messy daily necessities and garbage piled everywhere in the room, and there was no place to cook.
The two bowls with some buns left were placed directly in the corner, and the shadow of Mouse was vaguely seen running past.
Wen Xin's Mother is currently lying on the cold Cement ground.
It seemed that he had taken some powder again, and he was mumbling words like he was dreaming.
Fang Cheng frowned slightly, carried her to the bed, and covered her with a piece of clothing.
Then he turned around and saw Wen Xin twisting the sack with his little hands and a timid expression.
"Brother Fang Cheng, will you dislike me?"
Her eyes flickered, she looked at Fang Cheng, and asked in a low voice.
"How could that happen?"
Fang Cheng was slightly startled.
It seemed that Wen Xin's tight little face relaxed obviously because of the affirmative reply.
Fang Cheng Before leaving, he remembered something, so he asked again:
"Wen Xin, don't go out tomorrow afternoon, stay at home and wait for your brother to come back, okay?"
"Okay."
Wen Xin didn't ask why and nodded seriously in agreement.
After saying goodbye to her, Fang Cheng quickly went upstairs and walked home.
Passing by a door Iron Gate, he suddenly stopped.
After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Brother Cheng, are you okay so late?"
After the door opened, Zhou Xiumei's pretty face turned red and she looked at Fang Cheng in surprise.
Fang Cheng thought about the sentence and then said:
"Xiumei, can you please help me with one thing?"
Standing at the door, listening to Fang Cheng finish telling the story.
Zhou Xiumei's eyes flickered slightly and he nodded vigorously.
"Brother Cheng, please believe me, I will definitely get this done."