Chapter 57: Interest from a Month Ago

"... You guys definitely don't know what Jennifer and I did last night!"

A young man with freckles all over his face and golden-brown hair sat under a parasol by the road, holding iced orange juice with alcohol in his hand, chatting with two good friends about what happened between him and a girl named Jennifer last night.

"I have to say, this is the coolest night I've ever had, and the one I enjoyed the most. You will never know how gentle she is, and also..."

"I know."

The freckled face froze for a moment. Three of them were sitting around the table. These two were his good brothers, and Jennifer was his girlfriend.

He looked at his friend's sincere expression, and then threw some not-so-good thoughts behind his head. He thought his good brother's so-called "I know" was that he had also experienced a very powerful girl.

But the freckled face believed that no matter how powerful a girl his brother had experienced, she wouldn't be as good as his girlfriend Jennifer, so he shook his head to defend his girlfriend's performance. "No, you don't know."

His good brother seemed to have some problems, mental problems, and was still refuting him, "No, I'm sure I know!"

This made the freckled face's temper a bit bad, "What do you know?", he asked.

His good brother smiled and said some special ways of playing, which made the freckled face dumbfounded, because this was what he experienced last night, and there were even two items he hadn't tried!

Because he didn't wash his ass at all last night, so he definitely didn't try two items.

He looked at his good brother in disbelief, "Where did you know these from?"

At this time, his other good brother couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Of course it's from Jennifer!"

The freckled face's expression became a bit serious and even a bit ashamed and angry, "This is not funny. Although we are brothers, Jennifer is my girlfriend. I hope you respect her, don't make fun of her. This is also a performance of respecting me!"

The guy who spoke before waved his arms, "Forget it, I already said it. She is just a bitch. I've slept with her, and he has also slept with her. Many people I know have slept with her."

"I told you about this, but you didn't believe it."

The freckled face stood up abruptly. His expression became ferocious, first flushed, but then turned pale, and then started to turn blue.

Just when he was about to say some harsh words, suddenly a car stopped less than five meters away from them. Elvin got off the car carrying a travel bag, which was full of heavy baseball bats.

It's just that the three of them were attracted by the topic of "Is Jennifer a bitch" and didn't notice this.

Immediately after, more than ten young people ran over from across the road. They took baseball bats from Elvin and rushed over toward this side.

At this time, the three noticed this wrong scene.

The leader, they seemed to have seen him somewhere, because this guy was tall and strong, and there weren't many people who could grow tall and strong in this era.

Just when they were thinking about where they had seen these people, it was already a bit too late.

The distance between the two sides was only four or five meters. Running was just a matter of two steps, and it didn't even take two seconds.

By the time the freckled face realized they were coming for the three of them, Ethan, who had rushed to the front, waved his sandbag-sized fist and smashed it on his face, "Kiss my ass, bitch!"

The flame of battle was ignited in an instant!

The two couldn't care about their good brother "trapped" on the battlefield, directly overturned the table, and ran away, but there were tables and chairs everywhere nearby, and they couldn't run fast.

Elvin didn't know where the strength came from. He grabbed an iron chair and threw it over, directly smashing one down.

Another one ran a few steps and hit the table. Just after climbing up, he was pressed down.

Next, it was a beating, sticks, shoe soles of various sizes, falling like raindrops.

Lans walked into the cafe, looked at the cafe operator, and took out a stack of banknotes in a leisurely manner. He counted four five-dollar banknotes one by one and put them on the counter, "A small problem. You and your employees haven't seen us, right?"

Lans's performance made the cafe operator unsure of his background. Looking at the iron chairs and iron tables outside, which wouldn't be damaged, he took the money and said with lowered eyebrows, "We indeed haven't seen you and your friends, sir."

Lans nodded very satisfied and turned to leave the cafe.

At this time outside, the three young people had already been pressed together by more than ten people and hammered fiercely. Ethan didn't take weapons, but his fists were his weapons.

Every punch smashed down with a thud!

At first, they would scream twice, but soon they didn't scream anymore.

After hitting for two or three minutes, everyone was tired of hitting, and Lans's cigarette was almost smoked. He walked to the three people, "Raise your head."

Others stopped, but the three people who had been hammered fiercely couldn't raise their heads at all.

Ethan squatted on the ground halfway, grabbed the freckled face's hair, lifted his head, and let him look at Lans.

The freckled face was indeed beaten up at first, but now he was awake. His eyes looked at Lans with a hatred.

His face was blue and swollen, and he had a nosebleed, and his lips were also cracked.

"You are not convinced."

He didn't speak.

Lans continued, "Last month in the port area, you took the people who were demonstrating and beat our people. Do you remember now?"

The freckled face still didn't speak, but his eyes told Lans that he had completely remembered. During this time, he often bragged about this with others.

This matter was actually someone pushing hard behind the scenes. They all belonged to the unemployed wanderers in the port area. Occasionally, they would do odd jobs. Usually, they would either steal money from their family or steal and cheat. Anyway, as long as they could get money, they were willing to do anything.

When the demonstration broke out last year, someone found them and gave them two hundred dollars, wanting them to take action against the workers on the wharf in the port area.

Honestly, this kind of good thing wouldn't be encountered a few times in a lifetime. They agreed, and then, coincidentally, they met Elvin and the others.

Under the promotion of that atmosphere and environment at that time, they almost didn't need to heat their brains, and they rushed over with sticks. Elvin and these people were beaten black and blue.

The only thing worth rejoicing is that they didn't have fractures, but everyone took several sticks. It can only be said that not having fractures is their good luck, but it doesn't mean that this group of people was merciful.

Lans threw the cigarette on the ground, licked his lips, and reached out. Elvin's eyes were the sharpest, and he immediately turned the baseball bat in his hand, and put the handle side into Lans's hand.

Lans weighed the heavy baseball bat and looked at the freckled face, "Teach you a truth today."

"No matter what you did yesterday, you have to pay for it today. Even if there is no today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, one day it will be your turn."

Lans signaled, and Ethan pulled up one of the freckled face's arms. Lans held the baseball bat tightly with both hands, raised it high, and smashed it down hard.

With a muffled thud accompanied by a tragic scream, the freckled face at this time couldn't care about thinking whether his girlfriend Jennifer was a bitch. The pain made him unable to think!

He held his arm and curled his body with his head, and the other two were scared. They begged for mercy repeatedly.

"It was Tommy who let us do it. It was all his problem!"

"Who is Tommy?"

Both looked at the freckled face who was about to be in pain and faint. Sure enough, they were good brothers.

Lans didn't let them go, "But you took action."

Lans handed the baseball bat to Elvin. Elvin's breathing was a bit rapid. This was the first time he had truly taken a ruthless hand. Doing this requires psychological construction.

Attacking, hurting, or even killing the same kind is not an easy thing. There will be psychological barriers and psychological burdens. Except for natural bad seeds, no one can do it without any emotional fluctuations.

He breathed quickly several times, recalled the appearance of being beaten by this group of people, and a burst of anger grew in his heart. He took a deep breath, puffed up his chest, raised the baseball bat high, smashed it down hard, and the whole person seemed to become relaxed at this moment, and even his breathing became much more stable!

Then it was the other one.

This person was the most unlucky, because it was Ethan who did it. His strength was very great, directly hitting the arm into a "V" shape. The doctor would definitely be very happy, because this represents a large sum of medical expenses.

Seeing that some people around were already watching, and the matter was almost over, the people disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ten-plus minutes later, a police car came here. Two police officers walked off the police car.

One of them walked to the three people, hooked the freckled face's cheek with the toe of his shiny leather shoe.

Seeing that he opened his eyes and determined that no one died, the police officer walked to the parasol on the side, "Call an ambulance.", this was to his partner, and then looked at the cafe operator, "Do you know who did it?"

Most operators are very clear about which forces are on this street, because they have all been extorted, and the cafe operator touched the twenty dollars in his pocket and chose to tell the truth, "Haven't seen."

"Outsiders?", the police officer shook his head slightly and took out a notebook and pen, "Do you remember what they looked like?"

He still shook his head, "Don't remember, but they are all young people."

This is a fart talk. The outdoor tables and chairs outside the cafe were in a mess, but the operator refused to provide clues. It can only be that both sides must have some tricks.

The police officer put away the notebook. He believed that these people knew who did it. These are all small cases!

The ambulance came very quickly. Except for the guy who had his arm broken by Ethan and had already fainted, who was sent to the ambulance, the freckled face and his good brother refused to get on the ambulance.

Having an arm broken is already miserable enough. If they are hung with hundreds or thousands of dollars in bills, it is better to let that group of people just now kill them directly!

In the alley in the distance, the young people who ran out of breath looked at each other, and then laughed loudly.

These people are not as terrible as they imagined. When they were pressed to the ground and hammered, they and the poor worms seemed to be no different!

All of this, as Lans said, you are strong, they are weak! ===== CHAPTER 58 =====