Nowadays, the gangsters born in the 90s are so fierce. No one expected Huang Mao to flick up the dagger and stab him. Liu Jun turned sideways to let go of the dagger and was about to punch, but saw the mute fly into the air with a kick.
He kicked Huang Mao on the head, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang. Huang Mao fell down with an ouch, hugged his head and shouted, "Hit someone, hit someone."
"Brother Jun, run quickly." Chen Erlin realized what had happened, stepped forward and pulled Liu Jun up and ran away.
Chen Erlin once took a passenger to the Jiangnan Agricultural Products Wholesale Market and heard that the wholesale market was a mixed bag, and petty theft was rampant. There were at least dozens of people collecting protection fees. It was said that there was a prostitute named Duan Erpao around the wholesale market.
Duan Erpao is a ruthless character. The number of people in the market who have had their hands and feet cut off by him is no less than two digits. Whoever offends will suffer.
Huang Mao yelled that he was being beaten, and the boss and second dealers in the wholesale market avoided each other. Everyone understood that Huang Mao's loud shout was to call for his companions. People who make trouble in the market are not easy to mess with. One more thing is worse than one less thing. Who cares, who cares?
"If you dare to use a knife, I'll kick you to death." Liu Jun shook off Chen Erlin's hand. He was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked Huang Mao, who was lying on the ground and deliberately wailed loudly.
sound, Liu Jun looked at him dumbfounded.
"Brother Jun, someone is coming. Let's go quickly. It's too late if you don't go." Chen Erlin stepped forward to pull Liu Jun again. He was so anxious that he almost cried. In front of another row of shops, a group of people rushed over to this side, holding in their hands
Iron rods, steel pipes, triangles and other iron tools rushed toward them with great force. With so many people arriving at once, there must have been thugs waiting in the market.
The mute suddenly jumped in front of Liu Jun. He turned his back to Liu Jun and faced the crowd that was about to rush over. His eyes were wide open and he already had the wrench in his hand. Liu Jun bought it for the mute in the hardware store on the roadside the night he first arrived in the provincial capital.
The wrench never leaves the body, and the wrench magically spins in circles on the mute's hand, like juggling. The mute will not let anyone hurt Liu Jun. The mute has only one belief, even if he fights to the death, he will not let anyone touch Liu Jun.
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Liu Jun glanced coldly at the crowd who came to beat people with iron weapons. Since there were many people in the market, those people ran over and were hindered. Taking advantage of a few tens of seconds, Liu Jun stepped down and said: "Go to hell."
Come on, you."
With one kick, several of Huang Mao's ribs were broken. He grinned in pain and vomited blood. Liu Jun became cruel. This kid will kill someone if he takes action. He deserves to die.
"Brother Jun, let's go quickly." Chen Erlin stamped her feet anxiously, and her heart jumped into her throat with nervousness. She didn't expect Liu Jun to be ruthless and not afraid of retaliation from the people on the other side. Once Liu Jun kicked him down, Huang Mao's whole body would be crippled.
Liu Jun stepped on Huang Mao, quickly squatted down, took out the black wallet from Huang Mao's pocket, took a few steps, thrust the wallet into the hand of the uncle who was purchasing the goods, and said: "Uncle, please pay attention to your wallet next time.
Already."
The old man took his wallet and suddenly realized it. His eyes flashed and he thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, young man."
He was still four or five meters away from being overtaken by a crazy group of people holding steel pipes and iron rods. Liu Jun said, "Alin, Ali, let's go." He ran towards the parking place.
Someone rushed over. Liu Jun was not a fool. He was unfamiliar with the place and could not handle the large number of people. A man who knows the current affairs is a hero, so he would not stay around and run away. He ran away first.
"Hit someone and try to run away, but there is no door. If you catch me and beat him to death, the beating to death will be mine." A big, fierce man shouted in the crowd with a cigarette in his mouth and stopped next to Huang Mao.
The big man was none other than Duan Erpao, a prominent political figure on the west bank of the Qingjiang River. Duan Erpao was famous for his ruthlessness in fighting, robbing, bullying, and bullying. There was no shortage of elite figures like Duan Erpao in any city.
"Chase, Brother Pao has spoken, catch up and beat him to death." The crowd swarmed after Liu Jun and the three of them.
"Brother Pao, I, I..." Huang Mao was extremely nervous when he saw Duan Erpao standing condescendingly. Duan Erpao's personality is that his men cannot miss and cannot be beaten. If they don't fight, they will win. If they want to fight, they will win.
Otherwise, get out of here. There is no coward around him.
Duan Erpao glanced at Huang Mao and said coldly: "Get up and talk, what's going on?"
Huang Mao endured the severe pain and struggled to get up. Someone from Duan Erpao's men next to him stepped forward to help him. His mouth was crooked by the mute's volley kick. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his chest and ribs were broken. It was very difficult to speak with his crooked mouth.
Every time I uttered a word, I felt nauseous and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Pao, I didn't make a mistake. I was spoiled by those three boys along the way. I ruined a good thing."
"You are a thief. How dare you steal my uncle's money? You are young and have good hands and feet. If you can't make money by doing anything, why do you want to be a thief?" His wallet was stolen and Liu Jun found it again.
The farmer uncle was shocked when he found that the cloth bag he was carrying had a long cut. He started to curse. His voice was loud and full of energy, with a vaguely powerful aura. He was not at all frightened by the fierce-looking Duan Erpao.
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"Uncle, please stop saying a few words. The money is not lost, so forget it." A second dealer whispered to him to stop talking nonsense. The thief belongs to Duan Erpao. If he messes with Duan Erpao, he will get into big trouble.
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"He dares to steal, why don't I dare to say it? This is a world dominated by adultery, and they can't help it?" The uncle was still very excited as he spoke. His sharp eyes stared at Huang Mao, who was so frightened that Huang Mao stepped back several times.
Step by step, there is no arrogance at all. This old man looks naive, but he is very powerful.
"You, what do you want to do?" Huang Mao looked at the uncle, then at Duan Erpao, feeling uneasy.
"Okay." Duan Erpao drank in a deep voice and threw away his cigarette. He basically understood what happened in front of him. It was Huang Mao who had no eyesight and stole the farmer's wallet. He was discovered and beaten by the three young men.
After a meal, they ran away and were chased by their subordinates. It is estimated that the three people could not run far, but this old man who seemed to know the heights of the world had to be faced with it.
"Uncle, my brother is blind and greedy. I'm sorry for frightening you. I will give you one thousand yuan to calm your fright." Duan Erpao changed his tone, knowing very well in his heart,
Farmer uncles are often stubborn and not afraid of death. Moreover, this uncle looks a bit like a practicing man. He stole money from an elderly man and suffered a big loss. If he protects his shortcomings in public, it will be laughed at by people in the world.
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As soon as Duan Erpao finished speaking, one of his subordinates quickly counted ten red one-hundred-yuan notes and handed them to the uncle's hand: "Uncle, I'm sorry, please calm down."
The uncle was stunned for a moment, and looked at Huang Mao, who was shaking and unsteady. He calmed down a little, took the thousand yuan, walked calmly to Huang Mao, and stuffed all the money into Huang Mao's hand.
, said earnestly: "Young man, don't you know? There are many roads in the world, and only by taking the right path can you be successful. The vicissitudes of life are the right path, you know? Use this money to see a doctor, don't remember the person who beat you.
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Huang Mao took the money and murmured for a while. He was so moved that he couldn't say a word. This old man repays evil with kindness. He is a master in this world.
The uncle handed over the money, turned around, looked Duan Erpao straight in the eyes, and said: "Brother Pao, take care of the people in your hands, and don't steal from anyone you see."
Duan Erpao saw that the uncle seemed to have seen the world, and his attitude was very low, and he asked: "Yes, yes, uncle, who are you?"
"I'm Liu Damu." The farmer uncle didn't mind leaving his name, and he didn't think about whether Duan Erpao would retaliate in the future. He looked at a group of young people who were chasing the three young people who had helped him with iron weapons.
The three of them, Liu Jun and others, are so agile and strong that even the hoodlums in the market can't catch up with them.
After Uncle Liu said his name, he remembered the young man who helped him get his wallet back and was called "Brother Jun" by his companions. Those young brothers were good people and had a sense of justice. There are not many people like that nowadays.
Just now, there were so many people that I was so crowded that I was so careless that I didn't notice a long cut in my bag. It seems that people are getting old and their sensitivity is declining very quickly.
"Boss, I want two hundred kilograms of Artemisia arborescens." After the uncle finished teaching Duan Erpao and Huang Mao, he walked to the shop and shouted loudly.
"Boss Huang, I'll pay for Uncle Liu's artemisia." Duan Erpao shouted to the middle-aged man with a big belly in front of the shop. Obviously Duan Erpao knew most of the wholesalers in the Jiangnan Agricultural Products Wholesale Market, and had no choice but to
You know, wholesalers secretly pay protection fees to Duan Erpao.
"Okay, Brother Pao." The big-bellied man's name was Huang Cheng. He was one of the larger wholesalers of Artemisia truncatula. Seeing that the matter was settled, he ran over from the crowd of onlookers from a distance and saluted Duan Erpao.
Branches and the world.
"Hurry up and leave, you will be embarrassed here." Duan Erpao glared at Huang Mao and strode towards the crowd chasing Liu Jun. He wanted to regain the face he had lost in the market.
"Yes, thank you, brother." Huang Mao took the money and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt confused for a while. What Uncle Liu said deeply shocked him. If he doesn't follow the right path, how can he be successful?
Duan Erpao was walking with great strides, followed by several murderous younger brothers beside him.
The younger brother was puzzled and asked: "Brother Pao, why are you so polite to that old man named Liu? You just kick him to death."
Duan Erpao smiled sinisterly: "Have I ever said that I should be polite to that old man? I'll find someone to check Liu Damu's background later. If he doesn't have any background, I'll see if I don't chop off his mouth. Humph, I need more old people.
Minding other people’s business.”
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