The moment Dawson got out of the car.

The street outside the door was even more lively, and everyone began to roar wildly, completely different from the silence in the country, they were crazy, dancing with their hands, like crazy people, as if only shouting, shouting, could express emotions.

The shouting outside the door was overwhelming and deafening.

And inside the door.

It becomes even more deadly.

Uncle Dong's body trembled visibly with the naked eye, and he was extremely frightened.

The dozen or so people standing behind him even held their hands together, and only in this way could they feel a trace of comfort.

Shang Yang, who was sitting in the chair, his pupils shrunk and he didn't move.

Li Long and Li Mang, who were beside them, flashed a trace of weirdness and shock in their eyes, but they didn't take the initiative to speak.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open.

Dawson was the first to enter, followed by everyone standing outside the door, quickly gathered towards the door, and poured in behind him, seemingly trying to burst the door.

"Mr. Dawson, it's him, it's him!"

"This stupid pig wounded our people and told us not to come again!"

"It even gave us a slap in the face!"

Stan quickly ran to Dawson's side, bent over, cautiously, and spoke like a minion.

Dawson didn't respond, just stared at Shang Yang, moving forward step by step, the pace was neither fast nor slow, but it gave people an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Bang la la"

As soon as he left the door, people outside the door instantly poured in, carrying steel pipes in their hands, to crowd the entire hot pot restaurant, densely packed, full of all kinds of people, some with lip nails, some with nose nails, some with face tattoos, and some with an eye patch.

"Don't be impulsive!"

"Don't be impulsive!"

"We didn't mean to, we really didn't"

"Spare us once, don't dare again, we will pay for the medical expenses of beating people, all of them will be paid by us, don't make trouble, please beg you!"

Uncle Dong couldn't stand the pressure, folded his hands, and begged hard.

He is just doing a small business, he wants to be safe and stable, and he can't be compared with these people, and once he sees the other party's posture getting into trouble, it will be a catastrophe for himself.

"Dao... Mr. Dawson, look at you are Asian, what nationality are you?"

"It's the first time we've met, so let's make friends, okay?"

"We really didn't mean to, it's not worth being angry about, it's really not worth it..."

More than a dozen people, led by the old man, also began to beg, and they were still thinking about reasoning and talking about conditions, but it can be seen that there are people from the eighth block on all sides, and they have no power to resist, in this case, begging is the best choice.

"Shut up!"

Stan spoke viciously, standing next to Dawson, "Now I know it's wrong, what were you thinking about just now? Wasn't it very bad when you hit me?"

"Why are you begging for mercy?"

"It's useless to beg for mercy, no one can mess with Mr. Dawson!"

As he spoke, he looked at Shang Yang, who was still and did not move, gritted his teeth and said, "And you, stupid pig, what are you thinking? Are you stupid by Mr. Dawson's majesty?"

"I'm telling you, you're going to get the verdict!"

"Hurry up and get down on your knees!"

His cold shout made Uncle Dong and the group shut up again, not daring to make a sound.

"You hit those people?"

Dawson stopped, his eyes still staring at Shang Yang, and there was no emotion on his face.

"Yes!"

Shang Yang also looked up at him: "How?"

"Those who beat me will pay the price!"

Dawson asked word by word, "Are you prepared, what kind of price do you pay?"

"I'm not prepared to pay much price" Shang Yang replied: "In a foreign country, you can't return to your roots if you pay too much price, so the best result is not to pay the price!"

The voice fell.

Dawson stopped speaking and continued to look at Shang Yang.

Shang Yang also didn't say much, and looked at him with four eyes.

The picture suddenly became silent, and the silent pin drop could be heard, which was outrageous.

Even if there is no word, the pressure in the hot pot restaurant suddenly rises, so high that everyone can't breathe.

"Dao... Mr. Dawson" The old man couldn't stand the pressure, felt that he was going to have a heart attack, tremblingly raised his hand and pointed at Shang Yang: "It's him, it's all him, we have been on this street for a few years, long for decades, we have always been in peace, and we have never had any conflict with the Eighth Block"

"He was the one who beat people just now, and he was the one who wanted to do it, we persuaded and stopped it, but it didn't have any effect, he was bent on doing it!"

He could feel that the two were testing each other's bottom line, and judging from the situation on the spot, once the test was completed, the sky would be thunder and fire, and he couldn't bear such a turbulent scene, so he had to jump out of the circle first.

"Yes, it's all him"

Another middle-aged man raised his hand and said angrily: "It has nothing to do with us, we don't let it move, we will fully respect the eighth block, it's all his stubbornness, and if you want to punish him, you will punish him..."

"Mr. Dawson, you are a clear-eyed person, you must be able to see the situation clearly, please be clear..."

There is a scramble to blame, and this is the only way to ensure safety.

"Shut up!"

Stan said angrily, "Can't run, none of them can run, Mr. Dawson comes forward, you can't run!"

"And you"

He pointed at Shang Yang: "You stupid pig, if you dare to look at our great Mr. Dawson, your eyes will be gouged out"

"Your legs and feet will be broken!"

"Wait for death!"

As soon as the words fell.

"Smack"

A crisp sound exploded like thunder on the ground, buzzing in the hot pot restaurant, of course, this is not the most shocking, people can't be caught off guard.

The beater was Dawson.

The one who was beaten was Stan!

Dawson's slap landed in Stan's face, leaving him stunned.

"Dao... Mr. Dawson..."

Stan was confused, he didn't know what was going on, don't talk about him, even Uncle Dong and the others, as well as the people in the dense eighth block of the hot pot restaurant, were all stunned, did they hit the wrong person?

However, Dawson didn't have any explanation.

Slowly raising his hand, a strong man with a tattooed face standing behind him instantly stepped forward and handed him the steel pipe he was holding in his hand.

"Dao... Great Mr. Dawson, what's wrong, what's going on?"

"Why is this happening, what the hell is going on?"

Stan saw that he was staring at him with unkindness, his face turned pale with fright, and he waited two seconds without any response, and his knees bent and he fell to the ground, almost crying.

"Mr. Dawson..."

"What the hell am I...?"

"Bang"

Before he could finish speaking, the steel pipe in Dawson's hand had already smashed towards him, mercilessly, and a click could be faintly heard, and there were obvious broken marks on the forearm blocking his head.

"Whew"

Stan lies on the ground with his head in his hands, screaming in his mouth.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Dawson didn't stop, in front of everyone's eyes, he indifferently picked up the steel pipe, smashing it one after another, less than one meter seven in height, at this moment it looked extremely tall, and at the same time very indifferent...

In a blink of an eye.

Stan's screams on the ground became smaller, and the range of rolling back and forth became smaller, and instead a puddle of blood flowed from under him, which was unusually red among the crowd. The people in the eighth block looked at each other, still confused, completely unable to figure out what they were doing.

Uncle Dong and his group didn't think about it at all, it was the first time they had seen this kind of scene with their own eyes, and two of them were so frightened that they had already peed their pants, for fear that the steel pipe would fall on them.

"Dangchang"

Dawson tossed the steel pipe in his hand.

Clapping his hands, he turned his head to look at Shang Yang again: "Is it okay?"

Shang Yang stared at him and didn't respond immediately.

"Yet... Shang Yang..."Uncle Dong couldn't help it again, although he didn't understand what was going on, but he clearly witnessed Dawson's ruthlessness.

"You... If you speak, just speak of me, and believe that Mr. Dawson is a reasonable man!"

He didn't believe it himself, but there was no other way.

"Almost!"

Shang Yang still sat firmly and responded lightly.

The voice fell.

The two began to look at each other again.

One second.

Two seconds.

Thirty seconds.

One minute.

The silence in the hot pot restaurant is suffocating, you can clearly hear the sound of heartbeat, and you can faintly hear the sound of sweat beads hitting the ground.

Everyone stared at the two.

The people of the eighth block couldn't figure it out.

Uncle Dong and some people were almost about to collapse, and they were afraid that as soon as Dawson raised his hand, he would ask for a steel pipe from someone and beat him again.

Just when everyone was about to collapse.

"Mr. Shang!"

Dawson spoke suddenly, not smiling or angry, but with red circles in his eyes.

"Bang"

With a bend of his knees, he knelt straight in front of Shang Yang, raised his neck and said stubbornly: "It's good to see you again, Crazy Tiger, I didn't embarrass you!"

"I made it!"

As soon as this statement came out.

Suddenly turned the hot pot restaurant upside down.

Uncle Dong and his party were stunned and frightened, and he knelt down for Shang Yang?

The people of the eighth block, all of them were frightened, their eyes widened as if they were dreaming, they never imagined that the cold-blooded and ruthless Dawson would have such a side, and would actually kneel down people.

For a moment, the eyes that looked at Shang Yang became stunned.

"Hehe, long time no see!"

Shang Yang's always solemn face finally passed the rain and the sky cleared, and he smiled and spoke.

The moment he got out of the car from Dawson, he recognized this person, it was the Mad Tiger who almost set off a bloody storm in Xinmen before, when the Mad Tiger had just been released from prison and was seeking a chance to rise again, targeting the Zhang family, and later because of Shang Yang's participation, he failed miserably.

Later, he wanted to kill Shang Yang, but by mistake Shi Zhenxiang bulldozed all the gunmen.

After that, Shang Yang gave him a sum of money...

"Long time no see!"

Mad Tiger shed two tears, he has been beautiful in his life, and he was one of the best bosses in Xinmen.

He also fell, and was imprisoned on the occasion of the return of the new gate.

was lost, and when he was released from prison, few people recognized him.

Rise up, to re-plan the order of the new door.

Desperate, because Shang Yang's power made him incompatible with this era.

Fortunately, it was beautiful again today.

The mad tiger turned his head with red eyes and roared like thunder: "This is my benefactor, who saved my life!"

"If there is anyone in my life who has served, it is only him!"

"Bang la la"

In an instant, everyone in the eighth block began to be restless, the murder weapon in their hands was no longer cruel, their expressions were no longer hideous, instead, their eyes were full of worship...

"Bang..."

The old man standing behind him sat on the ground with his legs limp.

With more than a dozen people in an instant, they were petrified...