The people of Shili Street are simple, and whoever has a hard fist is a grandfather. A man who can't win a fight is not a man in the eyes of the old ladies.

Therefore, when men pick up hoes and sickles to fight, their mothers-in-law will generally stand aside and wave their flags and shout, and when the man wins, the mother-in-law will often scold each other with a loud voice, and the powerful ones will also greet each other's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Zhang Hu's wife, Chen, has been observing the movement for a long time outside, but she has never told her husband not to care about this kind of thing that costs his life at every turn.

Now that her husband has returned victorious, she does not boast like a shrew that her husband is really capable of fighting, and then taunt the enemy.

Chen stood in the half-open door of his house, watching quietly through the crack in the door, without saying a word.

Three times five divided by two, easily overturned Shili Street and even the entire Shili Town, in Zhang Hu's eyes, it seemed that it was no different from the breeze and bright moon in front of him, he sat at the door of his house like this, without looking at his wife.

His wife, Chen, ran into the house, but after a while she came out, with an extra cigarette gun in her left hand and a large knife in her right hand dragging with difficulty, which seemed to be very heavy.... Chen's whole body was lying on his back, shaking it with great difficulty, and moved towards Zhang Hu's side.

Zhang Hu took the big knife in his hand, carried it on his shoulder, and then picked up the cigarette gun, lit it and squinted and smoked.

Zhang Hu is such a person, he doesn't seem to take anything to heart, and he doesn't care about anything.

The heroic roar of the heavens, the brave shouts when the big sword is raised to face the enemy, the warm greetings of the old husband and wife when they meet, the desperate fear and howl before death, the bold words that open the chest before difficulties, and the silent low cry when grief...... And so on and so forth, it seems to be a very hypocritical thing in his eyes.

But Zhang Hu is not a big man who has experienced a catastrophe, he is just a headhunter in a small place in this big world.

The doors of each house are now closed, and except for the cats and dogs fighting on the road, and the jackdaws and nighthawks who are barking in the dark, only the bright breeze remains.

With a few dog barks came.

About a dozen torches appeared at the corner of Shili Street, and the torches gradually approached Zhang Hu's door... It was more than a dozen young men with sharp knives who surrounded Zhang Hu who was sitting at the door.

The boys were all stout, some with fluffy hair, some bare, with dragons and phoenixes, and some with cigarettes in their mouths, trying to pretend that they were angry and wanted to fight.

Looking at this way, it seems that if you don't make yourself different from others, you can't show your majesty.

A young man came out of the crowd...... The young man was tall, naked and smoking a cigarette, with a cyan hydra tattooed on his greasy belly, and his head was still up...... Well, he has what a social person should be, and he is the boss of this group.

"Big brother with black ass, do you want to die?" The young man raised his knife horizontally, raised his eyes, looked at Zhang Hu condescendingly, and said angrily.

The black butt in this person's mouth is the fourth brother of Lao Shrimp.

Zhang Hu turned a deaf ear to this guy's words, just took a puff of cigarette, held back the word "Ximen County Black Man" that he was about to shout out of his mouth, tilted his head and shouted absentmindedly to the old shrimp house, "Old shrimp, you are rare." ”

"Back then, a man who was powerful and iron-clad actually moved your brother's black ass out. ”

"Looks like you're determined to kill. ”

The corners of Zhang Hu's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say "It's rare to see what it looks like for a black man in Ximen County to kill without a mask", but he choked back again.

"you! Can't you hear Lao Tzu speak!" The young man in front of him seemed to be very dissatisfied with Zhang Hu's attitude, and began to scold, "Do you believe that my mother will kill you?"

Zhang Hu didn't laugh angrily, raised his eyebrows, took a sharp puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette gun at his hand, and then raised his head to look at the young man.

"It's okay to hack me to death. ”

"But you'll have to ask me if I agree with the knife in my hand. Zhang Hu turned the knife in his hand with one hand, and his tone was careless.

The young man in front of him suddenly frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

In this area of Shili Town, the new kid may not recognize Zhang Hu, but he can more or less recognize the knife in Zhang Hu's hand.

This knife has long been made into a statue and stands outside the gate of the Yamen of Shili Town.

The group's eyes began to waver.

Although I don't mean to walk away, I don't know if I dare to cut people.

This group of young men still surrounded Zhang Hu, and also surrounded the gate of Zhang Hu's house, and more than a dozen bright knives dangled in front of Zhang Hu.

Zhang Hu didn't blink his eyes, and yawned carelessly.

But Zhang Hu didn't dare to move, after all, he forced people to be anxious, the knife is not long-eyed, although people are afraid of death, but it is inevitable that some high-spirited fools always forget that people will die.

And even if Zhang Hu is capable of lying on this group of children, he can't protect his wife and the children sleeping in the house at the same time, let alone Mo Xiaohe and Mo Xiaoyan at the same time.

"Oh, climb in. ”

"Money and life are indispensable. ”

Suddenly, a somewhat shrill voice came from Mo Xiaohe's house.

This voice is the voice from Mo Xiaoyan, the voice is sharp with a hint of softness, faint, and very good, like a girl with a spring of love who is coquettish to her lover.

But it seems to be a little harsh in Zhang Hu's periosteum, this is really Mo Xiaoyan, a stupid girl who is not afraid of death.

If you are not mistaken, this must be the three brothers of Lao Shrimp who wanted to rush in through the back door of Mo Xiaohe's house.

Zhang Hu subconsciously clenched the knife in his hand, threw out the cigarette gun in his hand, and raised his eyes.

As long as he guards the front door, the dozen or so people in front of him don't even think about moving, because one moves and one falls.

But if someone really kicked the back door of Mo Xiaohe's house open, he didn't have the courage to rush in...... After all, he has to fight from both sides, if the other party besieges but does not attack, the battle is stalemate, and he cannot guarantee the safety of his daughter-in-law and son.

Another way is for him to quickly deal with the dozen or so young men in front of him before the back door of Mo Xiaohe's house is slammed open...... But it's almost impossible, after all, two fists are no match for four legs.

And the subordinates in his yamen are far away in Shili Town...... The carrier pigeons sent out may have just arrived, and there will be no reinforcements anytime soon.

These young people were brought by the old shrimp brother's black buttocks, and in the eyes of the people on Shili Street, at best, they couldn't beat their relatives in a fight, it was an infighting, so they wouldn't come out.

Today's farce wants to ensure that the people Zhang Hu cares about do not bleed, unless it is the manifestation of the Buddha of Buddhism, the madness of Wu Daozi of Daomen, the discovery of Xia Zhenren's conscience in Great Xia, or the legend of the dark night over the years.

But none of them are possible.

Although Zhang Hu is a head catcher, he is only responsible for arresting people, not for solving cases, and he is only a martial artist, not good at thinking, and only knows how to use strength to solve problems.

So Zhang Hu didn't think, and he didn't know how to analyze which one was lighter and which one was heavier, Zhang Hu was just struggling and waiting.

In the final moments, the string in his head would be touched, then pulled and disconnected, and exploded.