"Brother, do you think this is the case?" Huang Erkui stood aside and said tremblingly, his face black and swollen.

"Should you remove your arm yourself, or should I help you!" Zhao Fanchen handed the money to Zhang Shengli and pinched the neck of Huang Erkui, the fat black man whose white shirt turned into a floral shirt.

"Hey, brother, it's my fault. Please spare me, huh??" Before Huang Erkui could finish his words, Zhao Fanchen broke his right arm with a snap. The bone stubble penetrated the flesh and poked out. Huang Erkui was in pain.

He screamed like a slaughtering pig and almost fainted.

Although the group of migrant workers led by Zhang Youcai often fought in his hometown, they only hurt people in a hurry. Zhao Fanchen there was so calm and meticulous, he slowly broke people's arms while looking like they were harmless to humans and animals.

With an expression on his face, everyone was watching silently as Zhao Fanchen broke Huang Erkui's arm. They couldn't help but gasp and let out a low roar, and no one dared to speak.

Zhao Fanchen kicked Huang Erkui over, who was in pain and covered in sweat: "Get out of here, go back as many people as you want, I'll wait for you here, if you don't come, I'll go find you myself."

When the two hired thugs heard this, they immediately got up and helped the fat black man Huang Erkui and the short winter melon bastard, who were both speechless at this time, and left in a hurry. The gang of street gangsters on the ground got up.

He was still about to leave when he heard Zhao Fanchen's unhurried voice: "If any of you dare to leave, I will take off his leg. If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."

Those street gangsters who got up knew that they had hit a nail this time and offended someone they shouldn't have offended. No one dared to move or even change their posture. They stood there and waited tremblingly, sweating on the spot.

Just came down.

Zhao Fanchen turned to look at Zhang Youcai: "Uncle Cai, are there any materials that have not been shipped for the decoration project in our building?"

Zhang Youcai smiled bitterly. Since what happened has happened, it is useless to say anything more. He stood up straight and said: "The decoration of the building is still short of more than two hundred bags of cement and more than a thousand cubic meters of sand. Originally, a tower crane was needed."

Yes, if Huang Erkui doesn't let it go, we will have to carry it ourselves."

"Did you hear that? Two hundred bags of cement and one thousand cubic meters of sand. This is a small amount of work that can't be finished by six o'clock in the afternoon. Huang Erkui is your example. The clock starts from now on." Zhao Fanchen said and turned to look.

Xiang Zhang Shengli: "Shengli, take them to carry cement and carry sand."

More than 30 street gangsters were not able to take advantage of them. They were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they were forced to do hard labor here. They were so aggrieved that they wanted to die, but when they thought about Zhao Fanchen's piece of Huang Erkui's arm just now,

The sound of bones breaking, and the thrilling scene of bones breaking and piercing flesh, immediately made their hair stand on end. They were sweating and running faster than rabbits, scrambling to carry the cement and carry the sand.

Looking at Huang Erkui who was being helped away by big hands, who seemed to be calling someone on the phone, Zhao Fanchen smiled, not caring, he really smiled.

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"Brother, I was beaten by a little guy and my arm was broken. You and Lao San should bring someone over quickly. I haven't seen that guy before. He's a dirt bar from our construction site.

What's the origin of him? He has a muddy leg. I want to take it off.

He has two legs." Huang Erkui took out the Samsung mobile phone he just bought yesterday, screamed with snot and tears, turned around and glanced sinisterly in the direction of Zhao Fanchen: "You stinky mud legs, if you dare to hit me, I will

You won’t be able to eat and walk around.”

He turned around and scolded the two thugs hired at a high price: "You two cowards from Male Gobi, did I pay you to come here just to watch me get beaten? It's of no use at all. What are you looking at?

If you don't take me to the hospital quickly, oh my, it hurts me so much."

"Xiao Fan, since the incident has already happened and the people have been beaten, you should take your brothers and leave quickly. I am here. The three brothers Huang Erkui are all rogues. None of them are easy to mess with. All three of them are here.

Those who do engineering contract work must have gone back to call for people now. Even the second contractor has to give them three points of face! Soon we will have fewer people and we will definitely suffer." Zhang Youcai pushed Zhao Fanchen and asked him to take his hand.

The more than 20 migrant workers below took shelter first.

"Uncle Cai, I caused the problem. The matter has not been resolved yet. How can I run away? I don't dare to be a coward. Besides, how can I let you take charge of the problem alone? You will suffer a loss.

I never do anything, so it doesn't matter who suffers, don't worry, I'm here for you." Zhao Fanchen knew that it was not easy for Zhang Youcai to work on projects for so many years, and he didn't want his brothers to have no work to do and no money to make.

"Xiao Fan, what are you talking about? You young people must be bloody. It's absolutely true. When I reach Uncle Cai's age, I am the most embarrassed. I am afraid of wolves in front of me and afraid of tigers in the back. I will nod and bow to everyone I see.

With a smile on his face, it has become more and more difficult to work on projects in the past few years. If you can't worship the Bodhisattva, you can't achieve anything. I can't bear the trouble anymore, but I want to get back every penny of the project money they owe us.

, those are all brothers

My brothers’ hard-earned money, Huang Erkui and the three brothers used to be in the society. We can’t fight them. You take the others and leave first. I can handle it here.” Zhang Youcai smiled reassuringly, although the smile was very forced, he had passed it long ago.

He is a vigorous and competitive age group, raising a family and not wanting to cause trouble. He passes cigarettes to everyone he sees, calls him "big brother", and is looked down upon by others, just to beg for food from the migrant workers who follow him.

Suddenly his nose felt a little sore, so he asked Zhang Youcai to sit next to him and rest for a while: "Uncle Cai, I am responsible for today's affairs alone. Can I handle it?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Shengli and a group of migrant workers shouted: "Xiaofan, what do you mean? There are no cowards among us in the Hetang Mine, and none of us are afraid of trouble. No one will shrink back and take care of themselves if something goes wrong."

You bastard, let’s all handle today’s matter together, everyone who sees it has a share.”

"Brother Xiao Fan, I'm not afraid of them. I've been fighting at home since I was a child. They don't give me money and they want to beat people. My grandpa said that young people can be hopeless, but they can't fall behind! I want to fuck him." Gou Wa has a clear pair of eyes.

His eyes were filled with indignation and eagerness.

Everyone was inspired by Gouwa's childish but powerful words and gave out thunderous cheers and hearty laughter. Everything Zhang Youcai wanted to say was drowned in the enthusiastic cheers.

Walking aside, Zhao Fanchen took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Abin, do you dare to bring people to the construction site in the development zone?"

"Don't you dare, Mao Shao? I said that as long as you speak, I will lead my men to kill you immediately. Are one hundred and fifty people enough? If there are not enough, I will shout again? Okay, this group of people under me is your business."

, each one is as excited as a shot of chicken blood, just wait and see! The guy and the guy will be here in five minutes, I want to see that bastard who is so short-sighted." Abin was very disdainful on the phone.

laughed.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fanchen took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and asked six young men in their twenties to carry four boxes of cold beer from the small shop on the construction site. He knew that these people had not eaten breakfast in the morning.

I got a few boxes of bread and ham sausages and let these people make them.

Six people came over with bread, ham sausages, and cold beer. A group of young men in their twenties each had a bottle in their hands, and they opened it with their teeth. The beer foamed out, and the orange-yellow beer liquid gurgled and gurgled.

There is nothing more refreshing than drinking ice-cold beer on this hot day. Everyone sits down in a circle, shirtless, in the sun, drinking beer, chewing bread and eating ham. This is a lively life.

The young man who just went to buy beer put a mouthful of bread into his mouth, drank a glass of beer, and looked at Zhao Fanchen eagerly: "Brother Xiao Fan, when I went to buy beer just now, the owner of the small shop was also me.

The fellow from Hetang Mine said that you showed your face to us today. He said that he gave us the box of beer for free to support us. Brother Xiaofan, you are the most ruthless fighter I have ever seen. We respect you."

A group of strong young men raised their beer bottles to Zhao Fanchen, shouting excitedly. The green beer bottles collided together, making a series of crisp sounds, and beer foam overflowed from the mouth of the bottle.

"Everyone worked hard to make it. If it's not enough, let's go buy it." Zhao Fanchen took a sip of beer and brought two ham sausages and bread beer to Zhang Youcai: "Uncle Cai, I'm the one who takes care of everything. You eat some first.

Have a drink."

The more than thirty street gangsters carrying cement and carrying sand saw Zhao Fanchen and a group of migrant workers sitting together and drinking enthusiastically. The bottles of refreshing beer spilled out in the sun and were air-conditioned.

In their eyes, they are more attractive than naked beauties, but they can only watch from a distance, swallowing saliva, licking their chapped lips under the scorching sun, and continue to carry the sand on their backs.

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After taking a sip of beer and a bite of bread, Zhang Youcai felt that his mouth tasted like chewed wax. From time to time he looked in the direction of the entrance of the building, wondering how he would deal with Sankui's arrival.

A few minutes later, with a low cry from the migrant workers, the person Huang Erkui called finally arrived. Walking in front were two fat black men who looked somewhat similar to Huang Erkui, one tall and one low, with a big belly and gold hanging around their necks.

Chain, shaved head, and messy tattoos on his head

They have tattoos. There are also tattoos on their arms with their sleeves rolled up. They are afraid that others will not know that they are gangsters. Behind them are a large number of migrant workers holding dicks and wearing safety helmets. They look like more than fifty people.

, the formation is not small, and they look awesome and coaxing.

These three brothers are really weird. They are as black as their mother, but they still insist on wearing white shirts and white pants. They look like two ridiculous bastards.

The people here immediately threw away the beer bottles in their hands and started to fuck the guys around them. They gathered together. Only Zhao Fanchen followed his lead. The street gangster who carried cement and carried sand finally saw hope. He could just sit on the ground.

He stopped to take a breath and waited to see what happened to Zhao Fanchen.

"Brother Huang, what happened just now is all due to the ignorance of young people. We will pay every penny for the medical expenses. Is it Erkui?" Zhang Youcai responded with a good face. Before he could finish his words, Huang Dakui shouted.

He was pushed away, but luckily Zhao Fanchen held him back, otherwise he would have been in trouble if he had hit the steel bar next to him.

"Fuck you, old man, go away. It's none of your business. You dare to hit people on our territory. Do you know that I gave you your food and I turned against you?" Huang Dakui

He led people to press over, glanced sideways at Zhao Fanchen and said disdainfully: "The second child in our family is

Did you get the arm at a discount? Boy, do you have the guts? Don’t ask me, who has the fucking final say in this development zone, so you dare to do it, are you looking for death? And you, what do you want to do with this guy? Before me

I guess you don’t want to do anything in front of Huang Dakui, right?"

Huang Erkui, a man with a scar on his face, widened his eyes and showed his fierce look: "Brother, what are you talking about with these idiots? I'll just beat them to death. Let's all chop up these 13-year-olds together and see what happens."

Who is more ruthless, me

When you came out to kill people at the age of thirteen, you didn't know what was going on in that bastard's belly! How dare you bully our Sankui. I won't let you see any blood today. You don't know this place.

Who has the final say?"

"I crippled your Erkui. Didn't he tell you to bring money? If you come out with the one million today, forget about it. I will let you go. If you didn't bring money, you would have come to kill people."

Yes, then you two will be in trouble, and your end will be worse than Erkui's." Zhao Fanchen didn't care at all that Huang Dakui and Huang Sankui brought so many people, he stood up unhurriedly and glanced at everyone

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"Fuck! What the hell did you just say? Did I hear you correctly? Let us leave? Little brat, you have never seen such a big scene, are you scared to death by me? Okay? I want to see what you have

How capable are you?" Huang Dakui said with a sarcastic smile.
Chapter completed!