This happened suddenly, and Zhou Lang slapped him quickly, fiercely and accurately.

The mole was not prepared at all, and the second half of the sentence was slapped back into the stomach, and his entire thin body fell to the side quickly.

The heavy old rifle on his back could not keep up with the rhythm and was slammed heavily on his body.

"Black mole, who gave you the courage to compete here?" Zhou Lang asked staring at the man on the ground.

...

After Zhou Lang fucked the people in Xiawan Village for a while, they were never convinced and kept feeling angry.

Zhou Lang is about to make a fortune now, and he is not allowed to go back to Longtan. This is equivalent to making a lot of money less.

He has become a thorn in Xiawan Village.

Hei Moe took someone to Taohuagou last time, but the customer also paid 100,000 yuan, and is still being scolded.

He has been unable to fight since he was a child, so he dared not ask him to go and find Zhou Lang directly. This time, when he saw Zhou Lang coming to take on such a bad job, he couldn't help but mock him.

In his opinion, there were seven or eight people on his side, Zhou Lang alone, and he didn't dare to do anything to him.

Besides, there is the county government ahead of him, so he dares not do anything to himself.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lang came up and slapped him in the face.

This is a misunderstanding between people.

What Zhou Lang has always believed in is not to swear if he can do it. Talking to some slutty bones is a waste of time. He will beat him as soon as he should.

What's more, you took the initiative to mess with me.

If it were another village, Zhou Lang might not have forgotten it. Didn’t you come to find a fight by yourself in Xiawan Village?

After yesterday's incident with Yang Biao, he is too lazy to talk nonsense to these people now.

He was about to step forward and continue to persuade Hei Mole, but he was stopped by seven or eight people with Hei Mole.

One of them looked strong, with a shave on his head and a big blue dragon worth dozens of dollars on his neck.

It's almost like writing the word "rogue".

He stood in front of Zhou Lang and spoke, "Brother, are you a little too arrogant?"

With his words, several other people surrounded him and looked at Zhou Lang with a bad look on his face.

When the people next to them saw that there was fun and gathered together.

Zhou Lang smiled when he saw this posture, and said to him:

"It seems...is a bit arrogant?

Then forget it.

I don't want to bully people too much either.

Today he is lucky...Black mole~ Put your mouth cleaner in the future! You won’t talk less, otherwise you will hit you!"

After Zhou Lang finished speaking, regardless of the people surrounding him, Shi Shiran turned around and walked aside and stood there.

Quiet like a handsome man.

ha?

This made the crowd of people who wanted to watch the fun suddenly stunned, and everyone was stunned.

What about the routine?

Shouldn't you just make a few arguments and then start a fight?

Seven or eight groups of people who were familiar with Black Mole were even more confused. They didn't know what to react for a moment, so they had to turn their attention to the boss.

"Brother Qiang, what can I do?" someone asked in a low voice.

The person named Qiang Ge stared at Zhou Lang and looked at him, as if he wanted to use his eyes to pull the hatred back.

Not to mention, Zhou Lang really felt his gaze and waved at him with a smile: "Hello~"

I'm not good!

Brother Qiang was made by Zhou Lang's move and the Qinglong on his neck was even thicker, and his nose was suffocating.

He usually plays with them, but he is slapped in the face and he is also embarrassed.

But from beginning to end, Hei Moe said bad things first, and Zhou Lang slapped him with a slap in the face only to be considered a personal dispute.

Originally, Brother Qiang wanted to put Zhou Lang on the table and let him take the blame, and then he would deal with him well and earn back his face.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lang didn't accept the move at all and directly withdrew from the dungeon.

"Brother Qiang, why don't you go up and beat him?" someone suggested.

"...Forget it, this time he knows what he knows about, hum~" Brother Qiang stared at Zhou Lang who seemed to be innocent for a while, and said gritting his teeth.

Now that I go up to beat people, I will be the one who is responsible for the loss. Moreover, the county government is not far from this place, and the time for gathering is coming soon. If things get bigger, I will definitely not get any benefits.

The group of people had to give up, but they still tried hard to stare at Zhou Lang with a gaze that could kill people.

Zhou Lang was bathed in a hot gaze, but he waved to them as if nothing had happened, and said to the black mole with a smile:

"Mole~Don't talk nonsense!"

Originally, the people around were not seeing the excitement, and they were a little regretful.

Zhou Lang was amused by Zhou Lang.

This guy doesn't get in~

Brother Qiang's group was so angry that they smoked.

Everyone saw that Zhou Lang was definitely not because he was afraid of them.

I guess he is really the kind of person who has studied in a serious university, and is more elegant and easy-going.

Of course, Zhou Lang was not afraid of these people. He was in the mall yesterday and all a dozen people were knocked down.

These people are just a group of gangsters, seven or eight people, what's there to be afraid of?

To put it bluntly, these people are like stinky fish and rotten shrimps in his eyes. So what if they beat them? They step into the mud and kick it, and there is no benefit.

Zhou Lang really didn't bother paying attention to them.

After all, it was the county government here, so it was not good for him to beat them to cry, and he slapped them very happily.

The black mole had already pretended to be fat, hiding behind the group of people, looking at him with his head and head tilted, with hatred and fearful eyes.

So he is in a good mood now.

Ignore you!

Speaking of Shanshui County, there are more than 200 administrative villages, and the group training is more than 200 people.

As the gathering time approaches, everyone is almost here.

Although they have gathered together to shoot targets many times, they still cannot recognize each other.

This was not a lively event, but everyone immediately met Zhou Lang.

"Is Zhou Lang from Shangwan Village? Your sister's name is Zhou Yang, she is married to Sangtian Village... My name is Zheng Yunliang, yes! She is from the same village as your sister..."

There are distributions where there are people.

Brother Qiang and his group usually gather together to show off, so naturally there are other people who don’t like him.

This time, when they saw Zhou Lang relaxed, they were defeated. Many people secretly applauded, and some people came up to talk.

Zhou Lang also became lively, and he had a vague intention of helping him.

Now, Brother Qiang and his group were even more afraid to have any extra thoughts.

After a while, it was nine o'clock, an instructor in a camouflage uniform came. After everyone saw it, they stood up at the same time.

The instructor walked to the edge of the small square without talking nonsense, shouting loudly: "Get together!"

In an instant, the crowd started running.

After a while, everyone arranged eight rows in a certain order, which seemed to have been practiced.

Zhou Lang was thrown outside in an instant, lonely and didn't know where to stand.

The instructor saw that there was another person standing outside the queue and couldn't help but look over, frowned and asked, "Which village is from? Why don't you line up? Where are your guns!!!"

When I asked the last question, my voice became stern.

The country's gun management is extremely strict, and throwing a gun is not a trivial matter. If it is not done properly, he will be sentenced to jail.

"I'm from Shangwan Village. I'm here for the first time today. I haven't had any guns yet." Zhou Lang replied.

The instructor heard that it wasn’t a gun that was throwing away, and he felt a little relieved. He remembered that there was indeed a village that had not been filled in. Today, he was looking for someone to come to a village that had not been filled.

He lowered his head and flipped through the booklet in his hand:

"Qinglong Town...Sangtian Village...Xiawan Village...Zhoulang from Shangwan Village, right? You should first stand next to Shi Xiaobo from Xiawan Village and join the list!"

The black mole in Xiawan Village shook when he heard the instructor's words.
Chapter completed!