Back Off, Let Me Come

"Did you find those two little boys?"

"Boss, not here."

"Not here either."

"There is no such thing as Dongfang..."

As the news about the younger brother came back one by one, the strong man in charge became more and more livid. In the end, he could only beat the earth wall angrily to vent the anger in his heart. He spat thick, scarlet-yellow saliva at the base of the wall and said viciously: "Get out, we'll catch you next time!"

The younger brother also echoed the flattery: "That's right, Xiaocheng is our brothers' territory, they will definitely not be able to escape!"

The leader's strong man's face softened a little, and he said: "Brothers, you have worked hard on this trip. Let's invite everyone to have a drink today."

The other gangsters were overjoyed when they heard the good news.

The business of merchants is sluggish, and those gangsters who make a living by exploiting merchants are not doing well either. They can't even collect a few "stall taxes." In the past, I could get some food and drinks to go with the wine, but now my mouth has faded away. How can someone not like a treat?

Speaking of wine, a clever man brought two familiar round-bellied wine jars, which were the same wines that Shen Tang had put on the stall after being kicked off not long ago.

The head of the strong man: "Isn't it all smashed?"

The younger brother cleverly said: "No, I took advantage of the chaos and hugged two altars."

Even the low-quality rice wine sold along the street is not something you can drink if you want to drink. It is a pity that it is all ruined. He wanted to take advantage, so he secretly grabbed two jars before setting up the stall. Taking it out now is naturally to please the boss, try to show more face, and leave a deep impression.

If there is any benefit or good job in the future, maybe it will be his turn. It is not a dream to become the second horseman under the boss's account.

This group of gangsters go to the wine shops they frequent. Vendors avoid them wherever they pass, fearing that they will target them and demand "stall tax."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant saw them all the way.

Inwardly cursing the bad luck, these gangsters who drank Bawang wine seven times out of ten came again. However, my own business relied on them for protection, so I had to greet him with a happy and flattering smile. He pinched his throat and said, "What kind of wind brings you here?"

The strong man sat down and waved his hand: "No need to talk nonsense, serve our brothers good wine and food, and I will pay for it today."

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he heard it.

As these gangsters came to drink more often, he also figured out the pattern - other gangsters like to pay on credit, and the credit is turned into bad debts. They don't pay often, but if their leader comes over and says "treat", then it will definitely happen. Pay the money. When paying, he also likes to bang his coins on the table one by one, shouting "pay the bill" at the top of his lungs, with a loud voice that is guaranteed to be heard by everyone in the restaurant.

The shopkeeper said: "Okay, let's serve wine."

It is said to be "good wine", but it is actually rice wine with a very low alcohol content and a slight sourness. The liquid is turbid and slightly astringent at first, with a bit of sweet and sour taste, but the aftertaste is slightly bitter. People with better conditions would not like to drink this kind of wine.

The strong man took a sip and felt dull.

At this time, I thought of the wine they smashed.

The aroma of the wine was rich and overbearing, and just smelling it made him a little drunk, so he opened the red cloth stopper of one of the jars and took a sip.

"Good wine!"

boom--

Almost at the same time as he slapped the table and praised him, a familiar face flew backwards and fell into the wine shop. He rolled on the ground several times and stopped after hitting the corner of the table. When the gangsters heard the movement, they looked towards the door in shock. I saw a slender young man standing at the door, and there was another young man in black accompanying him. The former was still holding the sword in his right hand and dragging it, while his left hand was slightly lifting the hem, and was about to withdraw his kicking foot.

Obviously, the kicker was the boy with the sword.

Seeing this, a gangster suddenly stood up, pointed at Shen Tang and said: "This man is a good dresser! Boss, they are right!"

"Puchi—"

Zhai Le who was accompanying him almost didn't burst out laughing.

"Okay, how dare you come to seek death!"

The strong man grabbed a pottery bowl with his right hand and smashed it on the table, picked up the pieces and stood up. The other gangsters followed suit, and the atmosphere in the restaurant immediately became tense. Normally, there are only three or two kittens among customers. When they see this situation, they will hide in a corner, fearing that they will be affected.

Upon seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly came out to smooth things over.

If you have a fight, go out and fight, don't fight in his wine shop!

But before he could speak, a large amount of silver ingots was thrown at him, which was actually thrown by the young man in black. Zhai Le said: "Go down, if you are accidentally injured, don't blame me for not warning you."

"Yes, yes, little one, let's go now!"

The shopkeeper was also a smart man and ran out of the wine shop holding the silver ingot.

How much do tables, chairs, and drinks cost in a hotel? Even if they were all smashed, a fist-sized silver ingot would still be enough to compensate. The most important thing is that this kind of person who loses money at the slightest disagreement comes from a wealthy family and should not be messed with. Just accept it when you feel like it, and don't ruin other people's interest.

The strong man at the head spat disdainfully.

"Just you two?"

Zhai Le said: "To be precise, it's Brother Shen."

"Yes, I am enough to send you to reincarnate as human beings." Shen Tang pointed his sword at them and said quietly, "Are you going to line up one by one, or are you going to die together hand in hand?"

The gangsters thought they were hearing some funny joke.

One of them beats a group of them?

Still want to send them to be reincarnated as human beings?

The leader angrily laughed back: "You should learn from the Ranger style at a young age! Okay! Since you want to seek death, I will help you! Come on, beat them both to death! If you can't beat me to death, I will kill you!"

Zhai Le, who was watching the show with his hands folded on his chest: "???"

He dodged to avoid the gangsters who rushed towards him and shouted: "Why? Brother Shen wants to pick a group of you one by one. Why do you beat me?"

Before he could finish complaining, the long sword in Shen Tang's hand made a clanging sound, almost grazing his nose against the wooden pillar beside him. He was so frightened that he suddenly leaned back and flipped away. The gangster chasing Zhai Le almost stopped the car, and the sword edge was only half a finger away from his neck.

Shen Tang curled his fingers expressionlessly.

The long sword returned to her hand obediently, and just in time the crossbar split open the wooden table, stool, and stick that was thrown at her. The gangster adapted to the local conditions and brought a wine jar from behind the counter as a weapon, and smashed it at Shen Tang. Zhai Le shouted: "You have no martial ethics!"

After that, he picked up a wine jar and threw it out.

There was a bang.

The two wine jars collided in the air and broke into pieces. The turbid wine spilled all over the floor. Zhai Le picked up the largest piece of pottery and threw it out.

Relying on brute force, kicking and punching.

The way they fight is as disorganized as these gangsters.

Shen Tang: "..."

While fighting back, he "instructed" Shen Tang: "Brother Shen, the way you carry your sword to fight is wrong. To deal with this kind of gangster, you should punch to the flesh, flesh to flesh, fist to fist, that is a real man ,real man."

As he spoke, he suddenly dwarfed, catching the two gangsters who were preparing for a flanking attack off guard, and one of his own hit his own.

He rolled to the side and swept with his long legs.

Jumped on one of them, and suppressed it with his huge fist.

Shen Tang: "..."

She put away her sword.

A fist hits someone's nose.

There was a crackling sound from the wine shop.

The movement shocked half the street.

The wine jars were broken one after another, and the shopkeeper sometimes frowned in pain, sometimes holding his heart and wailing - the cruel reality was so cold, only the big ingot in his arms could give him some warmth.

Not only the neighbors who were passing by couldn't help but stamp their feet and stretch their necks to watch the excitement, but the people in the remaining half of the street and the next street also ran over to watch the excitement after hearing that these gangsters were being taught a lesson.

With the commotion like demolition, the gangsters were kicked out one by one, and the people applauded. The brave ones kept getting closer, hoping to see the true face of the Righteous Ranger up close.