At that time, a cold disciple wanted to change his fate (part 62)
I ran over quickly, and looked, good fellow, their car not only violated the rule that vans can't take people, but also exceeded so much. At that time, I thought in my heart, I have been saved, so many people are not willing to be driven down and walk back, the driver can drive here, it must be a fine all the way over, he must have to bring this car back to our county, then what does it matter if I have one more?
The driver got out of the car and followed the staff to the checkpoint to pay the fine. Taking advantage of the gap between him and the checkpoint staff, I grabbed the compartment from the back of the car and began to climb up the car. The people in the car looked at my climbing action, they were all surprised, one of the bearded men bent down to break my hand, I pleaded with him, big brother, I am from Linhe County, I can't go back to this place by others, you can do well, take me. The beard didn't seem to hear my plea, the action of breaking my fingers was more violent, his strength was great, I couldn't help him, my fingers seemed to be broken by him, but I had a belief in my heart, today you just broke all my fingers, and I used my teeth to bite the side of the carriage. Under the rough movement of the beard, my fingers were bleeding. I couldn't take care of any of this, all I wanted to do was go back, and as I continued to plead with him, I continued to grasp the edge of the carriage with my bloodied fingers, clinging to it tightly like a suction cup. The beard jumped violently, straightened up, and stomped on my hands with his feet, and in an instant, the skin of my fingers fell off, revealing white flesh, and then red blood flowed out. I was furious with this cruel fellow, I stopped pleading, my eyes were fixed on him, I was going to watch him commit violence against me, and as long as my fingers were not broken, I would cling to the side of the carriage.
