Just as Brother Yong was struggling and shouting for his fate, the matches sent to call people came with a large number of people.

Well, there are several steps between the hot pot restaurant and the sidewalk. Monkeys took the lead and planned to report to Brother Yong. The remaining twenty brothers were clamoring under the steps, and rushed in with just a command. They also had one more project, which was to surround the enemy rushing out from inside.

"Brother Yong, I'm taking it,." He lifted the curtain and rushed in and wanted to report how many brothers he brought, but when he saw Brother Yong was kneeling on the ground in a miserable way, the other third brothers were tied up on the ground like a dead pig. He was so shocked that he changed his words halfway through his words, "Fuck me, let Brother Yong go, I'll block my brothers outside, otherwise I'll kill you."

"Ah, match, why are you talking about? Take someone with me and kill me." Brother Yong came to rescue the soldiers and became more confident and even more arrogant. He forgot that his life was in the hands of others.

The match was about to turn around and call someone, but Dong Mingshu, who looked very gentle next to him, grabbed the collar with both hands, put one knee on his chest, and then fell down and couldn't get up. The whole movement was not a bit fancy, very coherent.

The match fell down, but his screams alarmed the brothers outside. The people were about to rush in with iron sticks and pig-killing swords.

Dong Mingshu lifted the match from behind, pressed it against his neck with a pig-killing knife he picked up from the ground, and pushed it out of the door.

"Whoever wants to come up, I will stab him to death first." At this time, Dong Mingshu had no gentle aura at all, and he was completely a desperate person.

The brothers who were about to climb the stairs were frightened. They were honestly afraid of being cruel, but they were afraid of being desperate. Moreover, not all of these gangsters were cruel, and most of them just followed Brother Yong to eat and drink.

"It seems that you are quite powerful, and you have started a gang." Chen Kangjie was not worried about the gangsters outside. He grabbed a thigh of Brother Yong's hair and said coldly.

In Hong Kong and Japan, Chen Kangjie did not show any fear when facing those real gangs, let alone in his own territory and he had experienced gun battles. These are just cold weapons in hand, so it's no problem.

"I'll leave my words here. If I don't die today, don't think about living." Brother Yong is the cruelest among them. He just came out of prison for a year, but he doesn't want those gangsters to be so easy to deter.

"Very good, I just like tough guys like you. If you are too soft, it's really not fun." After Chen Kangjie said that, he stood up and put the hot pot next to the table on the fire, "Turn him over and pressed it in with both hands."

If Chen Kangjie's voice is very intense, it means that he may not be terrible. But when what he says is very calm, then someone will be in great trouble. Even nine cows can't help it. Xiong Ziqiang, who are familiar with his personality, often have to choose to do so at this time.

Brother Yong was dragged to the table like a dead dog. Looking at the hot hot pot soup rolling in the pot, he was scared at this time. He knew that he could cook it after putting his hands in for a while. Then wouldn’t he be disabled in the future? What status does a disabled person have? He can’t even get food. He might only pick up garbage or beg for food to survive.

"Boss, no, no, no, no," Brother Yong grabbed the edge of the table with both hands tightly and began to beg.

"There is nothing to say. Remember what you said just now." Chen Kangjie would not give such a chance at all. "Mr. Li, sorry, you can wait at the counter first, it will be fine in a while." Chen Kangjie saw Li Chaoren grinning and knew that he couldn't stand such a scene, so he sent him away.

"Xiaojie, look at this,." Li Chaoren thought it was too bloody and too terrifying, and planned to persuade Chen Kangjie.

"There is nothing to say, no one can change my decision now," Chen Kangjie stopped Li Chaoren's persuasion.

Li Chaoren is a guest. Since he said so much, he couldn't say anything else, so he could only walk behind the counter in disappointment. His bodyguard and his past were conscientiously blocking him, and the rest of the matter was left to Chen Kangjie and Qiu Yi.

"District Mayor Qiu, there is a big brother in Brother Ouyang's coat. You can call Director Gao with that phone number." Chen Kangjie completely became the dominant part of the whole scene.

"Xiaojie,,,,,, do you do this, why do I explain to your father?" Qiu Yi and Li Chaoren are different, and the roles are also different. He still hopes that Chen Kangjie will stop the idea of ​​harming each other.

"You don't need to explain. Today I'm not doing anything. You are the only one who comes with Mr. Li to have dinner. I hope you understand what I mean." Chen Kangjie said without doubt. He wanted to leave himself aside. He believed that Qiu Yi was a smart person. Otherwise, Qiu Yi would only semi-retire to Renmin University like his father-in-law.

"This,,,oh,,,Okay." Qiu Yi had to agree after thinking for a while.

"Boss, no, District Mayor Qiu, no, no, you are a cadre." Now Brother Yong finally knew that he was the real district mayor, and this 'district mayor' could only place his hope on Qiu Yi and beg him.

Qiu Yi thought of his hot face, but he looked at Brother Yong who was still struggling by Xiong Ziqiang and Pang Hui, and then walked away and called.

"Press in, if you can't cook it, you can't put it out." After Chen Kangjie threw down a sentence, he pulled a chair from the side and sat down, enjoying this "Bean Rice Hotpot Bear Paw Stewed".

At this time, the owner and the owner's wife of the store were so scared that they could not have thought that the young man who was still angry just now would be so cruel. They were also worried that such a thing would be unrelated to their store. However, the couple had heard the conversation between Chen Kangjie and Qiu Yi, and knew that the middle-aged man was indeed the district principal, so they were relieved that no matter what happened, the district principal would take charge.

At the same time, the couple were also a little gloating. Brother Yong really harassed them. For such a person, they wished they could cut them into pieces so that they could do business with peace of mind in the future.

It is actually the first time Xiong Ziqiang and Pang Hui have done such a thing, but they have done murders many times, and this time it will be relatively impossible to die, and it is much better.

The two of them used all their strength to move Brother Yong's hand away from the edge of the table and pressed it into the pot.

"No, no, please, boss, uncle, don't." Brother Yong struggled and begged hard, the blood stains on his face became lighter, completely diluted by the sweat squeezed out of the bulging muscles. This was simply scared.

But no one paid attention to his begging. He didn't say a word of work, and admired with his legs raised and he was playing with it. He turned his head or blindfolded himself in fear.

When he heard the miserable begging inside, he knew that the boss was threatened. The younger brother outside the room wanted to rush in regardless of everything, but Dong Mingshu's knife used a little force and made a hole in the match's neck. The thin blood dripped down, and the match's crotch suddenly became wet. He didn't expect that the match, who was used to being arrogant, would be scared to pee his pants. It seems that no matter who, when facing death, there were really few people who could truly remain calm.

Of course, Pang Hui would not really stab him to death. The force he used was sensible. His purpose was to intimidate the other party, not really wanted to kill people, but those little brothers would not think so. Seeing that the usually domineering Match Brother's neck was cut, who would dare to rush forward? These gangsters can fight, but no one has really killed anyone.

In order to increase the intimidation, Qian Degui, who had never taken action, twisted a little brother on the ground like a chick. He imitated Dong Mingshu and pushed him out and knelt at the door. He also pushed a pig-killing knife against his neck. With two hostages, the other party dared not move.

Qian Degui is a car soldier. He rarely fights without killing anyone, but this does not mean that he doesn't want to show off and doesn't want to learn from Xiong Ziqiang and others. Qian Degui followed him out for a trip to the country. He envied such a life. If he wants to go out frequently in the future, he must first win Chen Kangjie's trust. If he acts too timidly and is worried that Chen Kangjie will look down on him, he must muster up the courage to do this scene.

But he is not as confident and sensible as Dong Mingshu, so the blade is one or two centimeters away from his neck, which is enough to be considered as meaningful.

A scream of "Ah." came, and Brother Yong's hands, who were usually proud of fighting, were finally forced into the pot.

As the high temperature passed by his soft skin, his hands suddenly turned red, and the sticky pot of soup was rolling, constantly eroding her skin. Brother Yong could not bear the biting pain, and the screams of a pig-killing scream could be heard from a distance.

Although it was already past ten o'clock and there were not many pedestrians on the street, there was such a big scene at the entrance of this hot pot restaurant, and the pedestrians still stopped to watch it. It was the nature of the Chinese people. They didn't care about which side lost or which side won, just to have better bragging capital tomorrow.

Brother Yong fainted after only fifteen seconds of perseverance. In order not to make him feel so painful, Xiong Ziqiang let go of his hand and poured it on his face with the tea they had just opened on the table. Brother Yong, who woke up, saw that his hands were still cooking in the pot, and a piece of meat even stuck to the back of his hand, and let out a sad and intimidating scream again.

Qiu Yi, who was taking his elder brother to the kitchen to call, heard the screams, and his body shivered, and his heart was filled with a stir. Chen Kangjie was so scary that he was really angry, and his methods were so cruel.

Qiu Yi made several calls but didn't make the right one. At this time, there was no 110. He usually called in the office, with a detailed telephone record book inside. He could find the number he wanted to call. Now he had a phone number but couldn't remember the number. It was so anxious. What's even more annoying was that he called Xiao Zhou and the others to ask, but he didn't say that he could tell Director Gao's phone number in one mouthful, and he didn't even know the phone number in the duty room of the Public Security Bureau.
Chapter completed!