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    He was a little drunk after drinking less than thirty drinks.

    Behind him was the sofa. He was leaning on the sofa, his whole body flushed with alcohol.

    Liu Dalong asked his brother to “help” him drink, pouring one cup after another into his mouth.

    After he vomited, he was given another drink, and then his clothes were taken off, and someone stabbed something into his back. The sting was transmitted along the nerve endings to the cerebral cortex. He frowned in pain, and laughter came from behind, “I accidentally hit my hand too hard, it seems like he is bleeding…”

    Liu Dalong had people carve words on his back, saying that Wan Jun was a bastard, and every word was bloody.

    He’s arms and legs were all tattooed with various people’s names. Liu Dalong’s group of brothers had long been dissatisfied with he. This time they saw Shen An lying here like a dead dog. A group of people were extremely happy. Some thought the tattoo needle was too small, so they took out the knife directly, carved their names on Shen An’s skin, and wrote that they were here.

    It wasn’t until night that Shen An came out of Liu Dalong’s house covered in blood.

    He went home and took a shower, washed away all the blood on his body, put on black clothes and covered the wound tightly, and then went to the hospital to see his grandfather.

    When he walked to the ward, the light above his head flickered a few times. Like some omen, he saw no one in the ward.

    He ran like crazy along the corridor, looking from ward to ward, and finally met a nurse who told him that his grandfather had passed away.

    She took out a peeled orange from her pocket, handed it to he, and said, “Your grandpa peeled it and wanted to give it to you when you come back.”

    Shen An took the orange and burst into tears.

    he croaked, “Thank you.”

    The world collapsed, he staggered, and knelt on the ground.

    The nurse was still saying something in his ear, and he forcefully stuffed the orange into his mouth. The sweet and sour orange only tasted blood and bitterness.

    He went to the morgue to see his grandfather for the last time. After he came out, he calmly dealt with his grandfather’s funeral affairs. When Wan Jun came with his brothers, Shen An had no expression on his face and looked even more scary than usual.

    “Damn it! Didn’t he send the money to the hospital?!” Wan Jun heard his brother say this and was so angry that he picked up his cell phone and wanted to call someone to beat Liu Dalong.

    Shen An raised his hand to suppress he and said without emotion: “Grandpa hasn’t passed the first seven years yet.”

    Wan Jun then put down his cell phone, walked to the side, kicked over a chair, and cursed loudly.

    On the eighth day after grandpa left, Shen An took Wan Jun’s golf club and went out. He blocked Shen Guangde near the casino, stepped on his face with his foot, and broke one of his legs alive.

    Later, he single-handedly found Liu Dalong with a bloody golf club.

    The most important thing for those who follow this path is loyalty. He thought Liu Dalong would keep his reputation, but he was wrong.

    Not only did he not send the money to the hospital, he also ridiculed that his grandfather was a short-lived ghost.

    Shen An only laughed softly, then held the golf club and ran straight to Liu Dalong. More than 20 brothers around Liu Dalong rushed towards him in a swarm.

    When Wan Jun came over, Shen An was bathed in blood, and the ground was full of people. Wan Jun was talking to him, but he couldn’t hear him. He wiped the blood on his face and was pulled by Wan Jun into the car. Only then did he hear the sirens outside.

    The clothes were torn, revealing the tattoos on his arms, which were bloody and full of names.After Wan Jun saw it, he said “fuck” with red eyes and shouted to stop. He was about to rush down but was stopped by Shen An.

    Shen An expressionlessly lit his cigarette, blew out a mouthful of white mist, and said to the brother in the car, “Go to the tattoo parlor.”

    He wiped his face and fingers clean in the car. After a while, the car stopped.

    he said to Wanjun, “Go back.”

    He turned around and entered the tattoo parlor without looking back. After taking off his clothes, he looked at Wang Chengxue’s surprised and shocked face and said only four words:

    “Wash it off for me.”

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