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68. Battle of the market mouth(2/2)

Wang Dongmei looked at the problem more deeply: "People in the city seem to be richer now, and they are more willing to eat than they were in the past two years."

Wang Xianghong said: "It has nothing to do with us. Are you brave enough to visit relatives? Then we will go back first."

He boldly said: "I'm going to my aunt's house for a meal. You guys go back first. I'll see whose boat is convenient for me to take a ride then."

As they were packing their things, two small carts happened to push in. Two large baskets of radishes were very heavy, and one cart pushed one basket.

The pork sales went well and two baskets of radishes were harvested. The group felt happy, chatting and laughing and were ready to go home.

Then I was blocked at the entrance of the vegetable market.

A dozen burly young men lined up in front of the door, and people who came to buy food could only walk quickly from both sides in fear.

Wang Yi could not walk alone.

All the good young men and young men in green military uniforms were there.

Seeing them appear, the young indeed-liang man pointed at his bald head and said boldly, "Brother Hu, it's them, he's the one who beat me!"

With a bald head, a military coat, leather shoes, and a pair of sunglasses on his face, this look is very unconventional.

He slowly took off his sunglasses to reveal the scar from the corner of his eye to his forehead. His eyes were cold and his face was expressionless. He didn't say anything but just glanced up and down at the group of people.

Wang Xianghong didn't take these people seriously at all: "Good dogs don't block the way, get out!"

A row of people became furious. One young man clenched his fists and made a sound like frying beans, as if he was about to take action.

Wang Yi grabbed his pockets with both hands.

Left hand electric stick and right hand spray.

Both hands must be grasped and both hands must be strong!

People in this era are still very innocent and enthusiastic. When they see someone using their power to bully rural people, some people will angrily call the police.

But he went to the wrong policeman.

He found a traffic policeman at an intersection not far from the market.

The traffic policeman turned around and saw that there was a fierce fight at the entrance of the collective market, so he immediately put on his big-brimmed hat and ran away.

He ran very fast.

Seeing this, these people smiled proudly.

The cold brother waved his hand, and a dozen people, like tigers and wolves, surrounded him.

Wang Xianghong stepped forward to block Wang Yi and glanced at the stall on Shuihua Island next to him with the corner of his eye.

There are long wooden sticks on the stall, which are the wooden handles of shovels, hoes and other farm tools.

The length is similar to that of a bayonet mounted rifle.

It is a sharp weapon for bayonets.

As a result, the two people on Shuihua Island quickly packed up the things on the stall.

The cold brother suddenly shouted: "Fuck me!"

A group of people rushed up in an arc like tigers descending a mountain.

The green uniform was eager for revenge and wanted to quickly regain his face. He pointed at Wang Xianghong and prepared to beat him up.

As a result, Wang Xianghong stepped forward and grabbed the neck of the fastest young man, punched him in the ribs.

Strike firmly and firmly!

Seeing this, the green military uniform pointed decisively at Wang Yi and shouted: "I'll hit that pretty boy!"

He quickly jumped into the air and kicked him.

Wang Yi slid sideways to avoid the flying kick, and the green military uniform staggered to the ground. He took three steps and two steps to catch up.

The man in the green military uniform was very experienced in fighting. When he saw the four groups approaching, he immediately retreated and prepared for a fight and thought of a counterattack strategy: punch the pretty boy and then get close and beat him into a big-faced face!

The pretty boy doesn't know how to fight, but instead of punching, he swept up with his hand!

The man in green military uniform sneered: "Girlish..."
Chapter completed!
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