He Changzai and Wang Erlai came out of Lido KTV, and it was already dusk.

At this time, the night market in the county town was set up, the crowd was boiling, and the kidneys and grilled fish were sizzling on the iron shelf, exuding an attractive fragrance.

He Chang remembered that Song Meijuan borrowed 100,000 yuan from him, and with gratitude, he walked towards a barbecue stall, ready to buy some delicious food to treat her.

Next to a barbecue stand, the man on the bus was sitting with a few bastards with dragon and tiger tattoos, complaining to a man with a big waist and a scruffy beard.

"Brother Biao, you don't know, I went to the bus today to prepare a ticket to improve the food for my brother, who knew that a hairy boy would stir up the yellow!"

Brother Biao picked up the beer on the table, cooed, took two sips, reached out and patted the head of the thief-eyed man, and said a little angrily.

"Yan San, didn't I let you steal it, now we are engaged in this transport team, help people pull coal, vegetables, and it is not a problem to earn three or five hundred per person a day, why take that risk!"

"What Brother Biao said is, didn't I make it a habit to see a rich man's pocket, and I wanted to reach out and touch it!" Yan San scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Wang Erlai on the side was a little familiar with the sound of the night market stall, and subconsciously looked over, just looking at Yan San, his face was shocked, and he shouted at He Chang in front of the barbecue stall.

"Brother Chang Zai, let's go, the thieves on the bus are here, there are a lot of them!"

It doesn't matter if Wang Erlai doesn't shout, a shout directly makes the eyes of Brother Biao and others converge on him.

Yan San saw He Chang in front of the barbecue stall, pointed at him, and roared excitedly: "Brother Biao, it's that kid who ruined my good deeds!"

As the eldest brother, no matter what the younger brother does right or not, as long as he is wronged, he must stand up for him, which is Brother Biao's consistent principle of doing things.

He stood up and led people towards He Changzai in a menacing manner.

"Damn, damn it, it's all my fault, Brother Chang Zai, you run, I'll help you stop them!"

Wang Erlai shouted and rushed towards Brother Biao and the others.

Suddenly, Wang Erlai saw a strong, thick, and powerful arm attacking him.

Immediately after, he felt a burning pain in his face, his brain dizzy, and his body fell to the ground like a soft noodle.

Yan San saw that Wang Erlai was knocked to the ground in an instant, looked at Brother Biao, and said with a look of admiration: "Brother Biao's skills have not diminished back then, and he can get this kid in one move!"

Brother Biao stepped on Wang Erlai's head and shouted at He Changzai: "It's your kid who ruined my brother's good deeds, if you are still a gentleman, come here!"

"What do you want to do, there are so many people here!"

He Changzai saw that the man in front of him was very skilled, and he was afraid that Wang Er would be in danger, so he deliberately pretended to be scared and walked towards him with a cower.

Yan San looked like a villain, and said with an arrogant expression: "If you offend me, it is equivalent to offending Brother Biao and offending our entire transport team, now I know that I am afraid, I tell you, it's too late!"

Brother Biao took a sip of the light from his pocket, and said to He Changzai: "Today, you give my third brother Yan, kneel down and apologize, I will let you go, how about it!"

"A man has gold under his knees, and he kneels to his parents, how can he easily kneel to others!" He Chang said with righteous words and firm eyes.

"Yo, the kid's mouth is quite hard, I want to see how hard you are!"

A playful smile rippled from the corner of Yan San's mouth, walked up to He Chang's side, and kicked the inside of his knee hard.

After He Chang was kicked by Yan San again, he stood proudly and did not move at all.

"Eh, the boy is still strong, I see if you kneel or not!"

Yan San saw that He Changzai was still standing in place, and felt that he was very faceless, afraid that the brothers present would think that he had little strength, so he was full of strength, and kicked at He Changzai.

"Yan San, you are not his opponent, don't humiliate yourself!"

Brother Biao grabbed Yan San, raised and stepped on Wang Erlai's head, snorted coldly, cast a split, and quickly slashed towards the top of He Changzai's head with a palm, he can split the green bricks with his palm, I believe that if this palm goes down, even if the man in front of him does not crack his skull, he will be split out of a concussion.

Who knows, He Chang punched him on the palm of his hand, directly staggered his footsteps, and took a few steps back one after another.

"Yes, it's a bit brute force!"

Brother Biao is a typical martial idiot, and he still appreciates respectable opponents, he clutched his slightly trembling hand and forced a smile.

He Changzai's eyes were cold, and he said with a disdainful face: "If you are still breathing, you will tremble with one punch, and you will not be wasted with two punches!"

"Waste or not, you have to give it a try to know!"

Brother Biao has learned to split since he was a child, and naturally refused to admit defeat, he roared angrily, and walked up to the flexible tossing and turning, intertwined, fast as the waves of the waves rushed to He Changzai, and the face was a cannon hammer, blasting towards his face.

He Changzai didn't change his face and punched Brother Biao.

I only heard Brother Biao's wrist click, and he was directly dislocated.

A dense cold sweat suddenly broke out on his aching forehead, and he gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and pressed his wrist up.

Yan San saw that Brother Biao was injured, walked to his side, was a little anxious, and said with a worried face: "Brother Biao, I think this kid has two hits, or our brothers will go together, what age is it now, and what kind of morality are you talking about!"

"Yan San, you don't understand martial arts, let alone the heart of a martial arts practitioner, go aside!"

Brother Biao angrily reprimanded Yan San, put on a praying mantis posture, his body swayed, and the lower plate looked as stable as Mount Tai.

Suddenly, he took a quick step, rushed to He Changzai, shot like electricity, did not fight, hit as soon as he struck, hit a few times, the action was sharp, powerful and fast, both long and short, both big open and close long beaters, and short and fast leakage hands, launching a wave of stormy attacks.

In the face of Brother Biao's tricky and sharp mantis boxing, for ordinary people, even if they are not killed, they will be crippled.

But for He Changzai, who took the strong pill, it seemed to be stretched, like tickling, and there was no harm at all.

"Is this person beaten with iron, I kicked the other party with a flirtatious leg, and he still didn't change his face!"

Brother Biao saw that the attack had no effect, he was a little anxious, his complexion changed greatly, and he messed up the corners first, sweating all over.

"Have you beaten enough, it's my turn, this palm is for Erlai to beat you!"

He Changzai stretched out his palm and slapped Brother Biao's face with his backhand.

The next moment, Brother Biao felt like a boat on the sea, as if he had been slapped by a huge wave, half of his face lost consciousness, and his whole eyes were dark, and he was stunned in place.

"You're so thick-skinned, I used three percent of my strength, but I didn't knock you out!"

He Chang leaned over, helped Wang Erlai, who had fainted, and put his back behind him, ready to leave.

"I want to leave after beating Brother Biao, the big guy will go up together and get him!"

Yan San shouted, and seven or eight thugs surrounded He Changzai, screaming and screaming, and shot out one after another.

He Chang was carrying Wang Erlai on his back, with three punches and two kicks, and in less than half a minute, he beat these bastards to the ground one by one, and his mouth let out pain**.

No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't stand up.

"A rabble, not a single one can fight!"

After He Chang fought a fight, the braised pork and cold vegetables he was carrying in his hand were still intact, he snorted coldly, and walked towards the distance with Wang Erlai on his back.

At this moment, Brother Biao came back to his senses, he quickly ran behind He Chang, knelt down with a plop, his expression trembled, and said earnestly: "I, Wang Biao, have been obsessed with martial arts all my life, and I ask the master to take me as an apprentice!"

"I heard that the thief on the bus said that you are driving a transport team, give you a chance, take your convoy to Linshui Village tomorrow, go to Nanshan, and help me pull some goods!"

He Changzai kicked Wang Biao to the side, and left with Wang Erlai who had been unconscious on his back.