When a few gangsters heard the shouting, they subconsciously turned to look at the person coming.
"If you tell us to stop, we will stop. Then we will lose face," a red-haired man said, showing a dagger: "If you dare to hurt my brother, I will cripple him today."
"Really, I want to see who dares to maim my brother Xiao Feng in Jiuquan," the person who came was none other than Xiao Feng.
"Why are you bragging..." Hongmao said this, as if chicken feathers were stuck in his throat, and he could no longer say the last word "force" because he thought of a legend, a legend that only belonged to Xiao Feng.
The next second, Hongmao's face turned pale, his body was trembling, and he couldn't even hold the dagger, and it fell to the ground with a 'pop'.
Huang Mao, who was screaming on the ground, was so scared that he shut his mouth and looked at Xiao Feng in horror. How could he offend such a great god today? It's over.
"Who knows whether he is real or fake? What if he is a fake?" A little ruffian gritted his teeth and said with force.
Just when the little ruffian finished speaking, a dozen young people walked over quickly and with such menace that everyone around them was shocked. What were they doing?
"Could it be that he wants to fuck this young man?" This is the thought in most people's minds.
However, a scene that shocked everyone even more appeared. A dozen young people stopped, bent down, and said respectfully: "Brother Feng,"
The sound of "Brother Feng" was overwhelming.
The faces of the few gangsters before were ashen-colored. If they had any luck just now, this luck has completely collapsed now.
"Hu, Brother Hu..." Hongmao saw an acquaintance among the young people, as if he had seen a savior.
The Brother Hu that Hongmao talks about is a nearby leader, and everyone on the road around him has to give him some respect. In fact, he is really nothing in Tianmen, not even a third-tier leader.
Brother Hu didn't even look at Hongmao and continued to bend over: "Brother Feng, is there anything we need to do?"
Xiao Feng didn't expect that people from Tianmen would rush over. He nodded and pointed at a few ruffians casually: "They just said they wanted to maim my brother. Ask them how they want to maim my brother."
"Hongmao, you don't want to fucking mess around anymore," Brother Tiger then turned to look at Hongmao, raised his hand and slapped him: "Even Brother Feng dares to offend, don't you open your eyes, tell me, how do you want to treat this person?" A big brother is disabled,"
Brother Hu secretly glanced at the man shrouded in black robes, and murmured in his heart, which great Bodhisattva is this? It seems that there has never been such a figure in Tianmen, but no matter what, just because Xiao Feng admits that this is his brother , then his seniority in the Tao is so high that he has to be called eldest brother.
"I, I want to break his hand..." Hongmao hesitated and chose the 'easiest' way to mutilate him.
"Break my brothers' hands, haha, okay, let's break both their hands," Xiao Feng was really not interested in arguing with a few gangsters and waved his hands casually.
"Yes, Brother Feng," Brother Tiger nodded and greeted, and a dozen young people pounced on a few ruffians.
How dare these little gangsters move, they just stood there and even cooperated a little: "Brother, you guys go ahead and fight."
Several "clicks" sounded, and the hands of several little ruffians were interrupted. Brother Hu completed what Xiao Feng told him, turned around and bent down: "Brother Feng, it's been interrupted, is it okay?"
"Yes," Xiao Feng nodded and looked at the man in black robe under the tree: "Get in the car,"
The man in black robe said nothing, opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. Xiao Feng also got in the car, and the a6 quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
After Xiao Feng left, the people around him realized what he was doing and smacked their lips secretly, what an awesome person.
Brother Hu also breathed a sigh of relief, and finally sent Brother Feng away, the great Bodhisattva. If he really got angry here today, he would be unlucky.
"Brother Hu, he..." Hongmao's face was covered in cold sweat in pain, dragging his broken hands.
When Brother Hu heard Hongmao's words, he was furious: "Male Gobi, what are those two eyeballs of yours for? They almost killed me when you gasped, do you know?"
Hongmao didn't dare to refute, and said aggrievedly: "I didn't know he was Brother Feng, either."
"Brother Feng, are you the one who called me? Damn it, get out of here. Don't let me see you again. Otherwise, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the bastards next time." After Brother Tiger finished speaking, he took more than a dozen children with him. Young is gone.
The few scoundrels were dumbfounded on the spot, wanting to cry bitterly. Why did they provoke that black-robed man when they had nothing to do? Why did they like to bully others when they had nothing to do?
"Damn, let's go to the hospital first. I feel like my ribs are broken," Huang Mao, who had been lying on the ground, screamed.
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In the A6 car, Xiao Feng turned to look at the man in black: "When did you come?"
“Just arrived,”
Xiao Feng smiled: "I knew you would come to me,"
"Yes, Brother Feng is so prestigious in Jiuquan," the man in black robe said playfully.
"Haha, where do you want to go now,"
"you guess,"
"I know," Xiao Feng only said, speeding up the car and speeding away in one direction.
An hour later, a6 stopped. Looking around, there were tombstones...
cemetery.
The car door opened, Xiao Feng and the man in black robe got out, one after another, and walked toward the southeast.
"This is it," Xiao Feng stopped in front of a tombstone and said, looking at it.
The man in black robe looked at the tombstone, his body trembled slightly, and saw a line of words written on it: Tomb of martyr Zhuge Xin, good brother Xiao Fengli.
The words on the tombstone were slightly nondescript, but in the eyes of the man in black robe, they were extremely shocking.
After a long time, the man in black robe breathed a sigh of relief: "Zhuge Xin is dead, then who am I?" After saying that, he opened the black robe and revealed a face.
Xiao Feng turned his head and looked at this familiar face, his expression slightly excited: "You are still my good brother,"
"Haha, here it is," the man in black robe smiled, took out an envelope and handed it to Xiao Feng.
"What,"
"open to take a look,"
Xiao Feng opened the envelope and saw a few pieces of money inside. He took it out, clicked it, and smiled: "Twenty-three and a half yuan,"
"Well, I'll pay you back for breakfast," the man in black robe, no, Zhuge Xin smiled and opened his arms: "Brother,"
"Brother," Xiao Feng and Zhuge Xin hugged each other. Whatever estrangement or opposition they had before no longer existed.
Zhuge Xin also saw through a lot of life and death. His previous confrontation with Xiao Feng was just to prove that he was stronger than Xiao Feng.
After experiencing life and death, especially life and death in London, what does it matter? He does crazy things, and Xiao Feng has always considered him a madman, but he is also a true-hearted person.
Two grown men hugged each other tightly in the cemetery, feeling the love between men and brothers.
"Zhuge Xin is dead, I must have become a black man," Zhuge Xin sat on the grass and looked at his tombstone, feeling a little weird.
"As long as you are willing, I can apply for a new ID card for you,"
Zhuge Xin nodded: "Well, give me one,"
"What is your name,"
"It's still Zhuge Xin. A man won't change his name in business, and he won't change his surname in office."
"Then let's handle it at Jiuquan,"
"Well, the graves are all here, and I consider Jiuquan my hometown," Zhuge Xin nodded.
"Okay, leave it to me," Xiao Feng patted Zhuge Xin on the shoulder: "Let's go, after seeing the tomb, let's find a place to drink."
“I think it’s nice here,”
"Here, Ci'ao, you don't want to have a drink here," Xiao Feng was stunned and looked around, looking a little weird.
Zhuge Xin grinned: "I think it's pretty good, it has a lot of flavor..."
"Okay, I finally discovered that you are better than me in one thing,"
"What,"
"You have much more f*cking tastes than me," Xiao Feng said angrily.
Zhuge Xin smiled even more: "Haha, let's go and buy some wine. How many people in the world can drink in front of their own tombstone?"
Xiao Feng's eyes fell on the tombstone next to him and nodded: "Okay, we will drink here today, and there is a brother here,"
"Who?" Zhuge Xin followed Xiao Feng's gaze and saw the words 'Tomb of the Thunder Hand' written on the tombstone next to him.
"Let's go buy wine first," Xiao Feng patted Zhuge Xin, turned around and walked towards the A6 car.
Zhuge Xin nodded and got in the car: "Who is the Thunderman?"
"One of my brothers died in Japan," Xiao Feng said lightly: "The thunder glove I wore last time in Japan belonged to him,"
"Well," fortunately, Zhuge Xin was not a gossip, so he didn't ask any more questions.
The two of them drove, found a hotel, bought some food, and then picked up a few bottles of spirits and returned to the cemetery.
After opening the oilcloth, Xiao Feng and Zhuge Xin placed the dishes on the ground without pouring the wine out, just preparing to blow on the bottle.
Xiao Feng placed a bottle of wine in front of Ben Leishou's tombstone and patted the tombstone: "Brother, let's have a good drink today,"
"Come on, brothers, talk less and drink more," Zhuge Xin raised the bottle, raised his head and drank a few sips, and exhaled: "It feels good."
"Haha, come on," Xiao Feng was also full of enthusiasm. The hot wine poured into his throat, and his body that was originally a little cold immediately warmed up a lot.
Just like that, the two people were drinking wine and chatting in the cemetery... And next to them, in front of the two tombstones, there were two bottles of wine, but not a drop was missing.
The whole scene looks indescribably weird. If there were outsiders here, they would be so frightened that they would turn around and run away, probably mistaking them for characters crawling out of it.
The cold weather did not affect the brothers' feelings. They drank bottles of strong wine. In the end, they even cleared out the two bottles of wine in front of the tombstone.
"Zhuge, let's go,"
"Where to go,"
"Public Security Bureau, let's get you an ID card,"
"good,"
Xiao Feng and Zhuge Xin simply tidied up, left the cemetery and went straight to the Public Security Bureau.
When they arrived at the household registration department, several police officers saw it was Xiao Feng and quickly stood up to say hello: "Mr. Xiao, you are here."
"Well, help my brother register a household registration and apply for an ID card," Xiao Feng nodded.
"Okay, I'll do it for you right away." Maybe ordinary people need various procedures to handle it, but Xiao Feng doesn't need it. He can handle everything with his face.
"Mr. Xiao, where is this friend's home address," the household registration policeman asked.