Chapter 11 Your name is Han Qian
There are many words on the blackboard.
Car accident, snake venom, amnesia.
Warm, An An, Wei Jiu.
Marina.
Prince!
But he still had no clue. Han Qian turned his head and looked at the gypsum board wall aside. He walked forward and took a deep breath, then bumped his head against the wall, which made him confused. , and for a few seconds, I forgot what my name was.
"Xiao Qian, I have to go out and work on the group. I'll leave it to you if there's nothing else to do here."
Old Yan's voice came from outside the door, and Han Qian nodded.
“Oh!”
It’s this simple word again.
Old Yan struggled for a long time and finally reassured himself that he should not bully a sick patient.
Han Qian didn't leave the Internet cafe all day, and Zhou Le didn't come over. He just called and asked Han Qian if he wanted wolfberries. He bought a lot of them, but Han Qian declined with a smile.
“Go away.”
Watching the master laying floor tiles for a day, Han Qian finally gave it a try, and before the master left, he told him that if tomorrow If you make trouble again, they won't come.
Han Qian, like a child who made a mistake, kept promising that he would never cause trouble again.
The workers have a good impression of this young man and know that he is the nephew of the Internet cafe owner, but he has no airs at all, is easy to talk to and has no temper.
After seeing off the workers, Han Qian sat on the bench and listened to the storytelling. Listening to Zhao Zilong coming in and out seven times, Han Qian suddenly became interested. He bent down to pick up a stick and played a trick. He squatted on the ground holding the back of his head.
It really hurts.
At this moment, the closed rolling shutter door was opened outside. Han Qian thought it was Old Man Yan who had come back, so he didn’t take it to heart. He was kicked in the head and fell to the ground. Only then did Han Qian raise his head.
Looking at the five tall, round-waisted men in front of him.
Han Qian stood up and pursed his lips.
"Close the door!"
Brother Pao waved to the younger brother behind him with a steel pipe in his hand, raised his middle finger and pointed at Han Qian, and said with a sinister smile.
"Han Qian! Aren't you very brave?"
Um?
Han Qian was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said with a smile.
"You know my name is Han Qian? This way I won't have any burden!"
After saying that, Han Qian stepped forward with a stick, holding the stick with both hands as if playing baseball. Throw it at Brother Pao's head.
Dead hand!
After chatting with Wei Jiu in the past two days and observing Wei Jiu's actions, Han Qian knew that it was not only his friends who wanted to find him now, but also some of his former enemies and even his former allies.
The stick left no force behind. Brother Pao retreated and dodged. The stick passed by the tip of his nose. The next second, Han Qian was already standing sideways in front of Brother Pao, the soles of his cloth shoes dilating in his pupils.
Brother Pao was about 1.8 meters tall, and Han Qian kicked him sideways in the face.
Brother Pao fell into the arms of his younger brother. They were indeed here for revenge today. They originally thought it was a one-sided massacre, but they never expected that Han Qian would dare to fight back.
Brother Pao, whose face was covered in blood, pointed at Han Qian and said angrily.
"Hit me!"
Two men wearing motorcycle helmets rushed towards Han Qian with sticks. One on the left and one on the right, the sticks went up and down. Han Qian stood with the sticks in both hands. In front of him, the impact of the stick caused pain to the tiger's mouth. At this moment, the man wearing a black mask struck Han Qian's head with a stick!
Han Qian took a few steps back, slowly raised his hand and touched the top of his head. Then he looked at the scarlet palm, and blood flowed down his forehead.
His eyes turned scarlet and Han Qian smiled, but before he could fight back, two men wearing motorcycle helmets stepped forward again and slapped two sticks on his lower abdomen. Han Qian instantly knelt on the ground. , spitting out a mouthful of bright red.
“Hahahaha, what a familiar scene!”
Han Qian struggled to stand up, took off his old military coat, and threw away the stick in his hand. "I'm still not used to using these things."
Facing the man holding a steel pipe in front of him, Han Qian rushed forward with his bare hands and bent down to avoid the incoming steel pipe. Regardless of the severe pain on his back, he stretched out his left hand to cover the helmeted man's glasses, and then punched him in the throat.
At this time, there was severe pain in his back again. Han Qian ignored the pain and punched the black-masked face. The next second, he rushed towards Brother Pao, and fragmented memories appeared in his mind.
On the same night, there were also two killers wearing helmets. In the vague memory, there was a girl holding a baseball bat.
Vague!
Exceptionally blurry.
"Hahahahahahaha."
Han Qian laughed crazily. He felt that the blood in his body was boiling and burning. As soon as he threw two punches, he was pulled up by two people. Holding his arm tightly, Brother Pao stood up and punched Han Qian in the face one after another.
"Your name is Han Qian? Hit me? I will fucking destroy you today!"
The fists kept falling on Han Qian's face. Han Qian spat on Brother Pao's face. Brother Pao bent down and picked up the steel pipe on the ground. Just as he was about to hit Han Qian's stomach, Han Qian punched the man in the throat. The younger brother stood up and stopped Brother Pao.
Brother Pao frowned.
"Are you okay?"
The younger brother shook his head, covered his throat with one hand, then covered the middle of the steel pipe, put one end against Han Qian's lips, and then pointed at the cannon Brother nodded and said hoarsely.
“He has a very bad temper.”
Brother Pao was stunned and asked.
"Know each other?"
"That's right, there is a grudge, it's surprising."
With a grin, he picked up a brick and they wanted to knock out all Han Qian's teeth.
Just as Brother Pao raised his hand and turned around to start, the rolling shutter door behind him was suddenly opened. Brother Pao, who had been interrupted twice, turned his head with a ferocious look. Zhou Le, who was standing at the door, looked at him. In the chaos, he looked at the five strong men inside and the captured Han Qian.
The next second, Zhou Le took a step back and closed the rolling shutter door.
Zhou Le turned around and whispered.
"Five of you, you will be beaten to death if you go in, right?"
After saying that, Zhou Le took off his coat and threw it at the door, picked up a brick and opened the rolling shutter door again and rushed in.
What the hell happened if he was beaten to death?
Xiaoqian is my friend! !
Zhou Le rushed into the Internet cafe, and the rolling shutter door automatically fell down. Zhou Le turned his head and threw it out, hitting Brother Pao on the back. He had never fought before, and he didn’t know how to fight. Zhou Le He took off his sweater and shouted arrogantly.
"Come to me! A bunch of rubbish, today..."
Bang!
Brother Pao turned around and kicked Zhou Le in the stomach. Zhou Le, who only weighed about 100, was instantly kicked to the ground. Brother Pao stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Le's hair, grinning ferociously. road.
"I really don't dare to hit you if you want to wear the clothes of a city official, but take it off!"
After saying that, he grabbed Zhou Le's hair and slammed it on the floor tiles. Several men laughed. At this moment, Han Qian suddenly turned around and kicked the crotch of the trousers next to him with a suit kick. Under the severe pain, the man squatted on the ground uncontrollably. Han Qian turned around and grabbed the hair of the other man and kicked him twice in a row. Headbutt.
The remaining guy wearing a white mask and a red motorcycle helmet immediately pounced on Han Qian. Just as Pao Ge fled, Zhou Le suddenly opened his mouth and bit his wrist, causing severe pain. Brother Xia Pao directly lifted Zhou Le and smashed it at Han Qian.
Han Qian took a step back to catch Zhou Le. Zhou Le shook his head and stood in front of Han Qian with trembling legs. At this time, Brother Pao and others were only slightly injured.
Han Qian whispered.
"Why did you come in when you were going to be beaten?"
Zhou Le wiped the blood on his face and gritted his teeth.
"We are all barren! We have to be beaten together! We are hospitalized in the same room!"
(End of this chapter)