Finding that the front was blocked again and the distance was already very close, Xiaotong braked hard and stopped the car in the middle of the road.
One Harley-Davidson, two cars, and nine men. Of course, the fat man with checkered porcelain a few minutes ago was also there. The others looked similar to him, they were all strong men in their forties.
The appearance of such a person is just the most ordinary man in German society, the kind that cannot be found in a crowd, but when a group of nine people gather together, they immediately have a sense of déjà vu in Hei society. Under normal circumstances, they are
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Xiaotong was deciding whether to retreat quickly or hit the accelerator to scare the opponent away and then open a path, but Grandpa Mo in the back seat couldn't hold back anymore. This was just a slap in his face. He immediately opened the car door and walked out.
"Don't get off..." Xiaotong warned. But it was too late, Grandpa Mo's long legs had already stepped out.
When his grandfather got out of the car, Zhuo Yang naturally no longer stood idly by. He quickly got off the other side and walked around the back of the car to stand side by side with his brother.
Zhuoyang got out of the car, and Xiaotong had no reason to sit comfortably in the car, so he had no choice but to step out of the car with him.
"What do you want to do?" Grandpa Mo raised his chin.
Xiaotong stood not far away from Zhuo Yang and quickly took in all the information in her eyes.
There were no weapons in the hands of the nine people, and there were no traces of guns under their thin coats. This made Xiaotong quietly breathe a sigh of relief. The motorcycle was lying in the middle of the road, and two cars were parked haphazardly behind it. There was no one inside, and the car
There was no sign of an ambush behind.
Not far behind is the fork in the road. At this time, there are no vehicles coming or going, and there are no other abnormalities. The view is flat and flat.
If it was an action against Zhuo Yang, it seems unjustifiable in such a sloppy manner. Could it be that we really encountered local gangsters who were blocking the road to blackmail and bully outsiders?
"It has nothing to do with you two." The fat man on the motorcycle said, "I just want to ask this kid..." He pointed at Xiaotong: "What are you looking at?"
Xiaotong: "..."
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This routine was so bizarre that Zhuo Yang and Grandpa Mo were a little confused. The two looked at each other, and Grandpa Mo asked again: "What the hell do you want to do? Create a path."
"It really has nothing to do with you two." The fat man on the motorcycle said, "I'm just here to cause trouble for this kid. You'd better not get involved. Hey, kid, what are you looking at?"
Xiaotong ignored him, and Zhuo Yang got angry: "Look at you!" He took a step forward and was about to take action.
Grandpa Mo was more prudent after all, and he reached out in time to stop Zhuo Yang.
Ten years ago, brothers could walk sideways on the streets of Hanover because they were little brats and local gangsters at that time. More importantly, everyone was just a little star. Because they were 'little', they were favored by the city of Hanover.
With.
But now he is a big star, an international superstar. Although he is still a local snake, he must be wary of those who deliberately seek out celebrities.
"Who are you? Do you know me?" Grandpa Mo asked the fat man on the motorcycle.
"Grandpa, king, how come I don't know you? It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I don't want to cause trouble to you..."
"Then get out of here!" Zhuo Yang scolded.
"Haha, king, calm down. I just want to ask this brother: What are you looking at?"
To be honest, even though Xiaotong had experienced many battles, he was confused by the weird and stupid scene in front of him, and couldn't figure out the path of these nine iron fools. So, Xiaotong didn't do anything, and dragged Zhuo
Yang couldn't just run away, he could only keep on guard and observe at the same time.
"Listen." Grandpa Mo said to the fat man on the motorcycle: "Now you return the 50 euros and get out immediately. I can pretend that what happened today never happened. Otherwise, you will regret your arrogance today."
"Hehehe..." The fat man on the motorcycle laughed, and eight other people gathered around him and stood in a row with him, the darkness covering the sky. "Grandpa, don't scare me, I'm very timid. But I still want to ask
One sentence: Boy, what the hell are you looking at?"
"Fuck you!" Zhuo Yang couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his leg and kicked the fat man on the motorcycle straight in the chest, sending the 200-pound man flying straight away.
The brothers had already taken action, so Grandpa Mo stopped dawdling. He even lifted up his 1.5-meter long legs and kicked the gangster on the opposite side.
It's a pity that Grandpa Mo, as a top professional player, has unambiguous leg strength, but his leg skills are not as specially trained as Zhuo Yang's. The kick was successful, but it was not accurate enough and rubbed the opponent's shoulder. The person did not fall down.
He said, and even threw his own shoes away.
Grandpa is wearing leather shoes today, Zhuo Yang is wearing lace-up sneakers.
But it didn't matter, Zhuo Yang just kicked one of them away, and grandpa just lost one of his shoes, and nothing happened to them at all.
Xiaotong took action.
Like a ray of light, he passed in front of the eight gangsters who were still standing, and then they fell down one by one. In martial arts, nothing can be broken, but speed can't be broken. Xiaotong is a fast person.
Small swing kicks, small grapples, headlocks, and armpit strikes are all used to force the opponent to fall over the joints or body balance points. One hit will make him fall, and one hit will make him fall.
Then, call it a day.
Zhuo Yang's movements were not too fast, but when he pounced for the second time, there was nothing in front of him. This was the first time he saw Xiaotong show his true skills, and the friendly competition between him and him was not counted at all.
Zhuo Yang stared at Xiaotong in stunned silence and clapped his hands leisurely. He thought to himself: Damn it, I've probably never been this awesome in my whole life.
Grandpa Mo, who was barefooted, simply saw God.
In fact, Xiaotong didn't kill him at all, otherwise these eight people would have died or been maimed so quickly. This was obviously a group of idiots and scoundrels who didn't know the boundaries of heaven and earth, and there was no need to spare their lives.
It's not worth it to strike too hard, and it will bring unnecessary trouble to Zhuo Yang. Just teach them a lesson, make them suffer a little, and temporarily lose the ability to use force.
Northern Germany has abundant water systems and relatively high humidity in the air, so there is very little dust on the ground and roads, and there is no shoe polishing industry on the streets. However, when nine iron sticks hit the worn but clean road, dust still gradually rose up.
After one round of fighting, the nine fools were defeated. After the dust settled, they did not dare to do anything again. They supported each other, groaned and limped back to the car and motorcycle, started the engine and ran away quickly.
I didn't even dare to say any nonsense.
There was a fork in the road not far away. A group of people turned towards Wennichsen and soon disappeared.
Zhuo Yang and Grandpa Mo withdrew their admiring gazes from Xiaotong, but Xiaotong was very calm. For him, this was not even the slightest battle.
"Let's go, let's leave here first. Mr. Xiao Mo, where are your shoes."
Zhuoyang and Xiaotong got into the Mercedes-Benz. Grandpa Mo jumped to the side of the road with one foot, turned the leather shoes with the soles up with his toes, and then stepped in with his feet.
As soon as he took a step after putting on his leather shoes, he heard Grandpa Mo's "Ouch" sound, and his legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground. There was a sharp stone in the shell of his shoe, which was hitting the soft flesh of the sole of his foot.
Zhuoyang laughed, and Xiaotong couldn't help laughing. Grandpa Mo smiled and muttered, raised his legs, took off his leather shoes with his hands, and poured out the stones inside.
Grandpa Mo's right hand rested on the rusty lamppost on the side of the road.
Suddenly, Zhuo Yang saw a weird smile on the face of Grandpa Mo, who was independent of the golden rooster. His mouth was wide open and he looked like an idiot seeing happiness. At the same time, he also made a rooster sound of "cluck, cluck, cluck" in his mouth, and his head
Chapter completed!