Brother Meng is a gangster from this area of the university town.
He is followed by a group of social young people, and their usual job is to look after bars, KTVs, and bathing centers near the university town.
Qi Tao, the owner of the Porsche car, has been hanging out in such romantic places all year round, so he naturally has a close relationship with Brother Meng.
Usually he often asks Brother Meng to help him teach some losers in school that he can't stand.
"Young Master Qi, I will take my brothers over there right away. I want to see who is so blind."
Not long after hanging up the phone, Brother Meng hurried over in a van with more than a dozen of his subordinates.
Qi Tao couldn't open the door from the driver's seat, so he got out of the car from the passenger seat and stood on the road waiting for Brother Meng to arrive.
At this moment, I saw Brother Meng's van driving over, and I was very happy.
When Brother Meng got out of the car, he immediately yelled at Brother Meng to smash the car.
"Brother Meng, you are finally here. Look, the owner of this car has bullied me. Please ask the brothers to help me smash the car. You will definitely benefit from it."
Qi Tao pointed at Hong Yu's car behind him, his teeth itching with anger.
He almost wanted to hit the accelerator and knock Hong Yu's car away.
But I finally endured it.
His car was bought new this year and cost five million. Just a few scratches would cost hundreds of thousands to repair. Not to mention a crash, which would cost hundreds of thousands more. It’s not worth it if you think about it.
Under Qi Tao's guidance, Brother Meng saw at a glance that Hong Yu's Mercedes-Benz had blocked Qi Tao's car.
Then he saw the injuries on Qi Tao's face and said in surprise: "Master Qi, what happened to your face? Could it be that the guy who blocked your car door hit you?"
"Hey, no," Qi Tao shook his head and sighed: "This is a weird thing to talk about. I'll talk to you later."
"Now, if you smash the car for me first, if you dare to block my car door, I will let him know the consequences." Qi Tao looked sinister.
"Okay, Mr. Qi, I'll ask the brothers to help you vent your anger."
After Brother Meng finished speaking, he said to his men who got off the car together:
"What are you doing standing there dumbfounded? Didn't you hear what Mr. Qi said? Go to the trunk quickly, get an iron bar, and smash that broken Mercedes-Benz."
Upon hearing this, the gangsters immediately opened the trunk of the van.
There are iron bars, hammers, and machetes inside.
They are all tools used in daily fights.
After each of them picked up the guy they had taken advantage of, they immediately walked towards Hong Yu's Mercedes-Benz.
"Smash it for me!"
Brother Meng gave the order.
Qi Tao also had a proud smile on his face.
Just when a group of boys were about to take action, a boy standing directly in front of the car suddenly shouted:
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't smash it, this car can't be smashed..."
"Damn it, what's wrong with you kid?"
Brother Meng glared at it and cursed angrily: "You don't dare to smash a broken Mercedes-Benz? I'm going to scare you. You're a coward. Don't mess with me in the future."
Being interrupted, Qi Tao's expression turned ugly.
"Brother Meng, this is not about breaking the Mercedes-Benz. You... look at the license plate."
The boy pointed at the license plate below and said with a trembling voice.
License plate?
Brother Meng frowned and walked to the front of the Mercedes-Benz out of curiosity.
Take a closer look.
When he saw the license plate clearly, the tiger's body trembled, and his face instantly turned pale with fear.
If I remember correctly, Beijing a99991, this is Little Buddha's car.
Little Buddha has ten cars, the license plate numbers are Jing a99991, Jing a99992... all the way to Jing a99999.
Who doesn’t know about the people who hang out on Yanjing Road?
Did you almost smash Little Buddha's car?
Thinking of this, Brother Meng's thighs shook so much that he almost stopped standing. Fortunately, the boy next to him was quick and held him, otherwise he would have definitely fallen.
Although Brother Meng is the gangster leader in the university town, he usually shows off his power, but the gap between him and Little Buddha is like an ant and an elephant.
Little Buddha is the underground king of Yanjing. The eldest brother above him must treat Little Buddha with respect, let alone a small character like him.
"Brother Meng, what's so strange about this license plate number?"
Qi Tao saw that Brother Meng's expression was not right, so he walked to the front of the car and took a look, thinking that it was not a Leopard. How could he be so frightened?
Qi Tao's question brought Brother Meng back to his senses.
He glared at Qi Tao angrily, wishing he could beat Qi Tao to death.
Damn it, you asked me to smash Buddha's car, I almost got killed by you.
"Hey, Brother Meng, don't look at me like that."
Qi Tao was stared at by Brother Meng and felt panicked inside.
"Qi Tao, you really don't know who owns this car?" Brother Meng asked sharply.
"Aren't you a stinky loser?"
Qi Tao's voice was trembling, "Brother Meng, don't scare me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Brother Meng slapped him hard on the face.
The beating made him dizzy and fell to the ground.
His face was already swollen and painful, but now it was so painful that he grinned and felt that his face was no longer his.
A scream of ouch came out of his throat involuntarily.
"Qi Tao, open your eyes and take a good look. This is Little Buddha's car. You are so brave. You dare to mess with Little Buddha. Even if Little Buddha doesn't kill you, you still dare to smash it.
Fortunately, I discovered Little Buddha's car in time, otherwise I would have been badly hurt by your kid."
Brother Meng cursed loudly.
Buddha's car? How is this possible?
Qi Tao's mind was buzzing.
His family is in Yanjing, and can barely be regarded as a second-rate family, with assets worth billions.
Although he only lives on the fringes of Yanjing's upper-class circles and has never seen the Little Buddha, the name of the Little Buddha is still well known to him.
An absolute big shot, comparable to the heads of eight wealthy families.
That kid is so ordinary, how could he be the little Buddha who dominates the underground forces in Yanjing?
"You made a mistake, Brother Meng, you must have made a mistake. That guy looks like a loser, he can't be Little Buddha's."
Qi Tao burst into tears of grievance.
What the hell is this? The person I called here beat me.
"How dare you scold Little Buddha? I think you really want to die, so give me a beating."
Brother Meng ordered.
Even though Little Buddha was not present, he still wanted to show off his performance and wait for Little Buddha to come later to take credit and reward him.
And as he gave the order, the boys who were preparing to smash the car with their tools suddenly turned around and surrounded Qi Tao.
"No, don't hit me, Brother Meng, we are brothers."
Qi Tao was frightened and quickly begged for mercy.
However, Brother Meng ignored his pleas for mercy.
brother?
Bullshit!
He used Qitao as a cash machine.
It's better to make money for this kind of rich second generation who can't get on the stage. The family doesn't have much power and they like to show off.
Seeing that Brother Meng didn't stop them, the younger brothers raised their iron rods one after another and pointed them at Qi Tao's body to say hello.
They seemed to be very experienced, and they didn't hit the head. They basically hit the hands, feet and back, so they wouldn't kill the person at once.
Qi Tao screamed in pain and begged for mercy: "Ah, stop fighting, stop fighting, Brother Meng, how much do you want to let me go? Please tell them to stop."
"Qi Tao, you have offended little Buddha. No amount of money can make peace with you. Even if your father comes, he still has to agree with me to beat you."