Mr. Six Page #7

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And no smoking.

Absolutely no intense activity.

Come back for regular check ups.

Doctor, we'll leave it at that.

Where the hell are you running for?

Got a thing next week, don't worry about it.

Where are you two going?

Nowhere.

Run, run quickly.

Run for what?

Don't move.

Come back!

Sh*t, Zhang Xuejun, this was all your idea.

What am I gonna tell Auntie Chatterbox later?

Get back here right now!

You hear me?

Zhang Xuejun.

Hurry.

Why the hell are you running?

Do you got wheels on your feet?

You can't run forever.

Over here quick.

Quick, drive.

A grown-ass man, you hear "surgery"

and you become a little baby?

That's real f***ing brave!

Why the f*** do I even bother?

Go to hell!

Aren't you afraid

you'll hurt Auntie Chatterbox like this?

Course I am.

Zhang Xuejun.

Zhang Xuejun.

Zhang Xuejun.

Come and see it.

Who the f*** did this?

Bobby.

Remember when you tried making it talk?

Stupid.

Couldn't learn a thing.

You can rob him, but don't take a life.

People are such d*ckheads.

Chill out.

Didn't lose sh*t.

You call that a robbery?

Mr. Six.

I think that this thing isn't all that simple

Maybe they're trying to trap us or something?

Bobby.

Be honest with us.

Is there anything that you left us out from?

Do you trust me?

Forget it.

It's not worth it.

It's not the first time this stuff has happened.

It probably started with Bobby

then it slowly became something bigger

Who knows what happened in between,

or what got thrown in the mix.

We'll wait and see.

Whatever happens, will happen.

Damn son, can you stop zigzagging?

get off and I'll stop.

When you were a kid,

I hat you in the front, your mom

in the back, and I didn't zigzag.

Zhang Xuejun.

I think I've see that guy with Kris.

What's he doing here?

Do you remember Hua's yard?

Which one?

Where we used to hunt crickets.

Their back door opens to the bar street.

That's the one.

Once you're out, call for help.

No way. If I go, what about you?

I'll talk to them. Can't avoid them forever.

Go, get Lampshade.

Excuse me.

Mind if I ask for directions?

Save the trouble.

Just cut to the chase.

Alright then.

We'll keep it simple.

Have you brought it?

Bought what?

Buddy.

Been in a fight before?

Don't move. Don't move.

I'll ask again.

Where is it?

Hand it over and there won't be any problems, understand?

Don't cause yourself any trouble.

Tell me.

Tell me, and everything will be fine. Tell me, tell me.

Motherfuckers picking on an old guy. Shame on you

Come on.

Let's see it.

Zhang Xuejun.

Zhang Xuejun.

Where does it hurt?

Go away.

- Such a pity.

- Zhang Xuejun.

Get up.

Watch out!

Bobby!

He suffered a severe concussion

and a minor skull fracture.

Will it affect the rest of his life?

Simply put,

he has a brief loss of consciousness

due to blunt force trauma.

Most patients can recover.

Of course you can't get rid of it,

There's always a chance of aftereffects.

Go.

Find me the people.

Come on! Go!

Let's move!

Go! Go!

Come on!

Scrapper, no one's upstair, noting here.

Smash!

Keep smashing!

Scrapper!

The hell are you doing?

Get your boys outta here.

What's this?

Trying to cause a bloodbath?

Make the headlines?

"Two dead, three injured?"

Why not, Mr. Six?

Don't hold me back on this thing!

Listen to me, Scrapper.

If these reckless young ones

get outta hand, we can't do anything.

Who knows what they'll do.

Let us dead with our own mess.

Don't drag them into this.

I can't f***ing hold it in, Mr. Six.

When have we ever had to suffer like this?

Scrapper.

You're a brother I'll never regret.

But you need to listen to me.

This thing isn't as simple as you think.

Hello.

Zhang Xuejun.

Go.

You don't need to look for us.

Just wait for us to find you.

So what are you talking about?

You have something that doesn't belong to you.

I need you to return it.

Alright.

Tell me what it is.

When your son came back to you,

the girl gave you a bag.

The money.

Besides the money it had some letters inside.

She was very nervous and didn't notice. There's

one letter, return it, and I'll forget anything ever happened.

If it ends up someone else's hands,

you can expect what will happen.

Our world isn't something that you ordinary folks,

can even imagine.

Don't make things complicated.

I threw away the bag for a long time ago.

Threw away?

Mr. Six, it's me, Kris.

I never meant for things to end up like this.

- But it's outta my control now.

- Kris.

Mr. Six, I know you're a man of principles.

We'll pay you back for what we did to you.

But you gotta give them what they want.

You don't know how dangerous this is.

Mr. Six, just listen to me.

Put him in the room.

Hello?

Hey, Mr. Six, leave it to us.

What does it look like?

Just a ball of paper. Chatterbox might have tossed it.

Mr. Six, what kind of ball of paper?

Basically,

UJS is a bank, a large bank.

They keep client information very confidential.

This is just a letter, nothing special.

But this, this is to a client named Kris Tan.

And this is his account statement from June.

Let me see.

How much is it?

Ten, hundred, thousand...

78,600.

Are you blind?

It's 786,000.

More like 7,860,000.

That much?

And that's in Euros.

Holy sh*t.

Their world

really isn't something ordinary folks can imagine.

You said,

Kris's dad is a big official?

It happens a lot.

They put the money in their kid's name.

When they retire, they leave China with it.

Seven million.

Euros?

That's seventy-something million RMB.

Mr. Six.

This is just one account. We just scratched the surface.

Who knows how much they actually have?

A bad guy.

That's how we used to call these f***ers.

Cause you're such a good guy.

What can you do about it?

You don't give it back, they'll never stop.

They could lose everything because of this.

Mr. Six.

You can't just do whatever you want.

Well...

Bobby's still in the hospital.

Let's not bundle everything togetther.

One thing at a time.

Mr. Six, don't call the cops.

Trust me.

We really don't wanna cross them.

Things could get real ugly.

Who could I ever cross?

I don't even want to cross you.

Excuse me, pal.

Mr. Six.

What?

Kris wants to see you.

Just him.

Said you wouldn't refuse.

I was going to look for you.

Kris has family extremely pissed off depressed.

He's locked up can't escape, so...

Mr. Six.

You couldn't even come get your own stuff?

Had to drag me all the way out here.

I absolutely can't leave the house.

But if I don't get the statement back,

my dad will kill me.

Kill you?

More like kill me.

He won't do that.

But he was going kidnap more people.

I held him back for now.

Mr. Six.

Believe me.

that thing's no use to you.

Kiddo.

my son's still in the hospital.

We deal with Bobby's thing first.

Your statement's gonna have to wait.

Tell your dad's guys.

We do one thing at a time.

How's Bobby?

Severe concussion.

You guys f***ing broke his skull.

Don't knows when he will wake up.

Do you think

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