Monique did not rest all night and continued hugging her elder sister.
At first, Brucille pricked up his ears to listen to his sisters talking. Later, he did not hear what they said clearly, curled up on the sofa and slept like a cat.
Melissa’s mental condition was extremely bad after suffering from painful torture again. Monique had to take her to see a psychologist in advance. She thought that her sister’s legs had affected her mood.
So the pressure rushed to Brucille again. He was ready to make a remaking prescription with a sad face and went to the pharmacy to get the medicine in the early morning.
“Hello, please prepare these herbs for me.”
“All right!”
The drugstore’s weather was not bad. Half a minute later, a skinny young man rushed in. His arms were bleeding. When he entered the door, he shouted, “Do you have any adhesive bandages? Give me one.”
“I’m sorry sir,” said Feng Xuexin apologetically. “This is the Chinese Medicine Pharmacy. You should go to him and dress the clinic next door.”
“All right!”
“Cheers him!”
Before the man walked out of the door, seven or eight people rushed in directly from outside. The leader was holding a watermelon knife. It seemed that he was the culprit.
The man covered his arms and nowhere to hide. He could only stand behind Brucille and plead, “Elder brother, please help me. They are bad guys.”
“Son of a bitch, get the fuck out!”
Brucille pondered in his mind that this generation might be a little bad. If this guy was really his grandson, then he should be his grandfather. How could he be his father?
“Eighth Brother, don’t push it too far. I didn’t do it.”
“Grandson, I advise you to go back honestly and explain it clearly, otherwise, I will disable you today.”
The sales clerk of the Chinese medicine store was so scared that her face turned pale. So many people rushed into the room. Brucille had to say helplessly, “I was just a child playing house, but you took my medicine and I was waiting for you.”
Under Brucille’s urging, he continued to get the medicine. There were dozens of tastes, but they could not be mistaken. Brucille’s words stimulated the red-haired brother who was holding a watermelon knife.
“What the hell did you just say? When you were a child, you used to play this game, didn’t you? You hillbillies. Don’t you know which street your brother is in? Get out of here and don’t be an eyesore in front of me.”
Brucille gave him a sharp look, hoping that he could understand the anger in his eyes.
But the red-haired brother obviously misunderstood Brucille’s eyes, so he wielded a watermelon knife and laughed in front of Brucille…
Ah…
When he wore a pair of big pants and went out, he was full of pent-up anger. In front of him was a red-haired lunatic who challenged his bottom line. So he took out the standard of a world-made Picker, slapped him in the ear and directly slapped him.
Brother Hong Mao’s watermelon knife fell to the ground. He didn’t understand why his nose was bleeding when he slapped him on the ear.
“Fu*k, you are fu*king good. You have the balls. Eighth Brother, how dare you hit me? If I don’t cut off your finger today, I won’t be Eighth Brother.”
So in the midst of the knife and sword shadow, Brucille used only one move to fan his face crazily. His face was beaten like a monkey’s butt, and two red blood dragons flowed out of his nostrils.
Getting tired, Brucille sighed and asked, “Eighth Brother, right? Which street is yours?”
Eighth Brother pulled up the lower part of his T-shirt and wiped the blood from his nose. He whispered, “I’m sorry, Elder Brother. I’m so fucking blind that I can’t recognize Mount Taishan. You’re my brother, I’m sorry.”
They stood straight in front of Brucille like grade three primary school students who had not finished their winter homework.
“Get lost.”
The young man with injured arm stood behind Brucille and said respectfully, “Thank you, big brother, grandson.”
“Grandson?”
“Yes, because my dad admires the art of war the most, he also named me grandson.”
“If your father worships Qin Shihuang, I’m afraid that even your nature will be changed in this situation, right?”
His grandson looked embarrassed, and Brucille waved his hand to let him get out.
The staff of the pharmacy finally gathered all the herbs and walked back home, only 500 to 600 meters away from home.
When they were crossing the road from the sidewalk, a blue car rushed over. Brucille saw that the driver was running on Li Daoyi’s track, and the word “man” was dragged away from his feet before he safely reached the opposite side.
This guy clearly wanted to kill him. This was no longer a simple game but a matter of life and death.
Brucille took the medicine back home and had an appointment with Li Daodao at a small woods in People’s Park, which was quiet during the day.
Li Dao came over with a smile. “Well, it seems that your skill can reach the professional bodyguard level. I’m very curious that such a person can be a live-in son-in-law at ease.”
Brucille taunted in a flat voice, “An ugly and naked man like you will be curious about a sow that can bear a child.”
Such an evaluation made Li Dao’s face turn black and blue. When he was about 10 meters away from Li Dao, he began to exercise his muscles and bones. Of course, Brucille did not want to have a try.
He felt that Li Dao should be a good opponent. Ever since he had changed his body, no one had been able to receive a full-strength blow from him.
On the road, Li Dao just wanted to test Brucille’s reaction time. It turned out that he was quick.
Ah!
Li Dao made a fist with his right hand and used his left hand to block the attack, which was a standard submachine attack. Brucille posed the same posture to him. The direct confrontation between the strong was, of course, a competition of powerful strength.
With a cracking sound, the two fists collided fiercely, and the bones under the skin that was not very tough were violently hit.
Such a fierce collision, from the joints of the fingers to the biceps and biceps of the biceps and biceps of the biceps, made Li Daoyi feel that the muscles of his hands were constantly trembling, and then the whole arm was trembling.
At this time, Brucille did not give him any time to tremble. Instead, he threw a flying kick at his calf, and then a chain of elbows hit his chest.
After a series of fatal blows, Li Dao made several rolls on the grass. Only then did he fearfully look at Brucille in front of him. He overestimated his own strength.
Brucille walked to him and said with a contemptuous face, “Mr. Li, I hope this is the last time I see you. The other three dogs have already left, and I’ll tell An Hengyuan by the way. If he wants to die, I can help him at any time.”
Li Dao, lying on the bed, still asked, “Did you kill Young Master An?”
“I have said this many times. I didn’t kill Young Master An, but what I want to say is that he should really die like you. I hope you can bring my words back to me and I will visit you in person in the near future. At that time, I hope you and your boss are still alive.”