"What gang are those people from?" Mo Feifan asked, holding the wine glass.
The landlady shook her head and said, "They are from Luojia Village, not a gang. But don't underestimate Luojia Village. There are more than 10,000 people in Luojia Village. It shouldn't be a problem to call in one or two hundred people."
"Oh." Mo Feifan said calmly.
Seeing that Mo Feifan's reaction was not intense, the landlady said curiously: "Aren't you afraid?"
Mo Feifan shook his head, changed the subject, and asked: "Boss Boss, have you ever lost a mule?"
The landlady shook her head and said, "No, we only have two mules in total, and they are all here."
"Where is it? Can you take me to see it?" Mo Feifan frowned slightly and said.
The landlady didn't know why, so she took Mo Feifan to the stable in the backyard. Except for one horse and two pigs, there was not even a mule in the stable.
Mo Feifan asked: "Where is your mule?"
Boss Wife: "Both ends have been borrowed by Wang Laosi." Borrowing is different from stealing. Even a three-year-old child understands this truth.
Mo Feifan: ‘Who is this Wang Laosi?”
Boss wife: "This Wang Laosi is my brother-in-law. He said he would borrow a mule to sell vegetables in the city. I wonder why the young master is asking this?"
"Selling vegetables in the city?" Mo Feifan's eyes lit up.
The proprietress nodded and seemed to be talking to herself: "I'm still wondering. Their dishes were all sold out last time. I don't know what they still sell now."
Mo Feifan's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, exuding an insight into everything: "Where are the four Wangs and Lao family?"
The landlady was very strange and told me about that place.
Mo Fan said thank you, and then disappeared in front of the landlady like a flash of lightning.
As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, his legs stopped, and then he took them back. Yes, there was one more thing he had not yet dealt with.
The faster Angkor and others leave, the faster they come.
Not long after Mo Feifan finished eating, he heard a commotion outside the door.
A group of farmers armed with sticks, blades, and hoes filed in and were crowded together. At first glance, there were at least two hundred people. These people must have been called over while they were still working. Some of them had blood stains on their bodies.
There was a lot of mud on the hoe.
At this moment, Mo Feifan and others realized the so-called strong folk customs. Usually they were just ordinary farmers. If something happened, they could quickly unite and deal with the outside world.
One of the men with a white cloth on his head pointed at Mo Feifan and said to the person next to him: "Uncle Wu, that's him. He's the one who cut off my ear. Ouch, ouch...you must
Avenge me."
He didn't know if it really hurt that much, as his facial features were all squeezed together.
Mo Feifan took a closer look and saw that it was the Angkor whose ears he had cut off. He admired him in his heart. This kid still dared to come.
An old man who looked to be in his fifties and had a cigarette pipe in his mouth looked Mo Feifan up and down. He knocked the ashes on his feet and said to Mo Feifan in a loud voice: "Young man, you are a foreigner coming to us."
Isn't it a bit presumptuous to hurt people in our own country, and a bit disrespectful of the people in our place?"
Although the old man is old, he speaks very irritably. It seems that he was not an honest person when he was young.
"You don't have eyesight. You didn't stand up when you saw Uncle Wu coming." A farmer smashed it with a hoe and said seriously.
The other party made unkind remarks, so Mo Feifan had no need to be polite to him. He held his chin, showing no intention of standing up. He glanced sideways at the surroundings and said disdainfully: "Don't scare me with the name of a local, I can't let him go."
It’s not what you said to be presumptuous. If you want to take action, I will accompany you."
"Oh." The old man was furious, such an arrogant young man.
In order not to lose face and prestige in front of the younger generation, he straightened his back and said forcefully: "Boy, if you cut off my nephew Wu's ear, I won't bully you. As long as you keep one hand, I will let you go."
Leave safely. Otherwise, the consequences will be beyond your ability to bear."
In the eyes of the villagers of Luojia Village, such a request is considered to be very advantageous. You must know that Luojia Village's reputation in Chongshui Town is not built on the promise that people in this town will get chills down their spines when they hear the name Luojia Village. Others
If they slap them, they will chop off the other person's hands; if someone chops off one of their hands, they will chop off the other person's head.
Unexpectedly, Mo Feifan didn't appreciate it at all, and still said with an arrogant attitude: "My hands are used for eating and killing. If I lost my hands, what would I do with these two things?"
The old man could bear it, but the young people around him couldn't. A young boy with a childish face said angrily: "What a shame, I will destroy you."
I felt that the atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense, and a conflict was about to happen soon. The proprietress immediately came out to smooth things over. She walked up to Angkor, with a soft light in her eyes and said: "Oh, Angkor, this is all a misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding."
.Don’t you want a casino? Let’s do this. I’ll pay for you to open a casino in another place. I won’t get any money from the casino. Please be kind and let me and this little brother go.”
"Smelly bitch", Angkor pulled out a big-eared melon seed, and said with a ferocious face: "It's too late to say this now. Not only do I want this restaurant, I want you to accompany me to bed, and I also want this boy's life.
.He cut off my ear, how can I let him go so easily?"
The landlady was just a weak woman, how could she withstand such a slap? With a snap, the landlady felt like the world was spinning in front of her, and she was about to fall to the ground, but Mo Feifan hugged her with a quick stride.
"A man who beats a woman is not worthy of being a man. Since you don't know how to be a man, I'm here to teach you." Mo Feifan hugged the proprietress and flew out with his right foot, hitting Angkor's belly right on target.
Before Angkor had time to react, he flew out like a kite with its string broken. Along with it, he knocked down several people.
Knowing that this battle was unavoidable, Mo Feifan let go of the landlady and rushed towards the old man without any warning. His speed was not fast, but even so, the old man was still startled. The latter had no time to think about it and stretched out his arms.
With his withered hands, he pushed a farmer next to him in front of him.
The old man dodged, but Mo Feifan's knee hit the farmer's abdomen. The farmer was hit hard unexpectedly, and he fell to the ground clutching his stomach in pain.
Without pausing, Mo Feifan punched the old man hard on the face. The old man was already in his fifties, and his bones were brittle. There was just a click, and the bridge of his nose immediately cracked.
There was a cracking sound and nosebleeds flowed out at the same time. The old man took several steps back before finally stopping his swaying body.
Mo Feifan looked at his age and turned his fists to attack others. Otherwise, the old man would really have to stay here today.
In order not to make the matter bigger, Mo Feifan did not kill the villagers. He used the back of his knife, fists and feet to attack the villagers of Luojia Village. Even so, he still beat the latter until they were howling like ghosts.
After a while, there were more than a dozen screaming villagers lying on the ground. The others were so frightened that they backed away and did not dare to attack again. Who would have thought that this weak-looking young man could be so powerful.
"Anyone in the world who has enmity with me will be beheaded by drunkenness and wielding a knife. That's the end of today's matter. Get out of here right now! If you appear in front of me again, I guarantee that this hatchet will definitely hit you."
On the throat!" Mo Feifan waved his hatchet and pointed at the old man and Angkor hiding in the corner.
These few simple words, together with the aura emanating from his whole body, deeply shocked everyone present. Big beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads.
"You, you are from Momen." The old man heard the slogan and said in shock.
Mo Feifan straightened his back and said, "Exactly."
Yeah, the other party turned out to be from Momen. What kind of organization is Momen? It controls the territory of two towns and counties. It has hundreds of generals and thousands of members. The leader of the gang, Mo Feifan, is an extremely powerful young genius. Just with his own
Pointing people at you and daring to provoke them isn't lighting a lantern in the toilet - looking for death?
The old man unexpectedly cupped his hands: "The old man is blind and has lived in vain for decades, but he didn't recognize that he is a brother of Momen. The old man promises that they will never come to trouble you again. Please invite the brothers of Momen."
Brother, forgive me."
Well, this old man can be regarded as a wise man who knows the current affairs. Mo Feifan is not a person who likes to cause trouble. He returned the hand and said: "Easy to say, easy to say."
Angkor felt unwilling and wanted to say something else.
Before he could open his mouth, the old man stopped him with one sentence: "Shut up, you straight bitch, it's all your fault. Get back here and don't embarrass yourself here."
Angkor swallowed the water and lowered his head. He stretched out his hand to help the old man, and the other people lying on the ground also supported him and left.
After everyone in Luojia Village left, the waiters in the store burst into enthusiastic cheers. It was truly a matter of celebration to be able to bring the notorious Luojia Village to its knees.
At dusk, after dusk, the road becomes more and more rugged and difficult to walk, as if we have entered the mountainous area again.
The sky suddenly darkened.
The trees gradually became denser and denser, and even the stars and moonlight could not be seen.
Look at the dark tree shadows on all sides, the gloomy rocks, listen to the cool wind in the distance, and the quiet sound of running water...
He felt that he was so unlucky that he had fallen into the trap of that old man and woman.
But of course he was not the most unlucky person. Zhang Rao and Qian Shuyuan were even more unlucky than him. They were kidnapped, and they didn’t know who kidnapped her, let alone where they were kidnapped. They were
Who, how strong, how powerful.
No matter who the opponent is, how strong they are, or how powerful they are, I will rescue them. Anyone who offends me, Mo Feifan, will never end well." Mo Feifan clenched his fists and swore to the sky.
Unknowingly, Mo Feifan had arrived at a farmhouse.