Chapter 135: Yang Fei, help

The thin man with the tattoo laughed so much that tears splashed out, pointed at Yang Fei, and said to that Brother Long: "Brother Long, look at it, this kid is dying at the end of his life, and he still has a hard mouth!"

Brother Long took out the handcuffs, shook them in the air, and said ruthlessly: "Boy, after entering the bureau, you only know my Brother Long's ability! If you don't ask you to peel off your skin, you won't know how powerful I am!"

"Hehe, is it? What a great majesty! If you are brave enough, you can try it with my brother!" Yang Jun stood beside Yang Fei in a hurry, clenched his fists, and was ready to fight at any time.

Yang Fei noticed that Ma Feng had already approached him.

There are five people on Brother Long's side, and if he really wants to fight, he won't lose on his side.

What's more, with Yang Fei's current status, does he still need to fight?

When the thin man saw Brother Long take out the handcuffs, he shook his majesty and shouted: "Our Brother Long told you to kneel, you don't have long ears? Kneel down and call grandpa!"

While shouting, he rushed forward and wanted to pull Yang Fei's hair.

Without waiting for Brother Yang Jun to make a move, Ma Feng kicked over and hit the thin man in the chest.

As if he had been hit by a heavy truck, the thin man flew backwards quickly, and with exaggerated acceleration, he made intimate contact with the tables and chairs behind him.

There was a bang, the dishes on the table spilled on the floor, the chairs toppled, and the table was knocked over.

To the surprise of the onlookers, the thin man was like the most dedicated dragon set martial artist, and he played enough tricks, and after knocking over the table and chair, his body did not stop, and continued to hit backwards, until he hit the wall, and then stopped.

Everyone was shocked.

Yang Jun also moved his eyelids, glanced at Ma Feng, and thought to himself that next to his younger brother, a driver, actually has such skills?

Having money is cool, a bodyguard like this can subdue a dozen gangsters!

Yang Fei said lightly: "Do you still want to do it?"

Brother Long didn't get angry but laughed: "Very good, very good! Just now, I only detained you for half a month, and now, it is enough for you to go to the detention center for a year and a half! Brothers, arrest these few people who attacked the police!"

But no one listened to him.

Brother Long kept waving his hands: "Go on!"

Still no one stepped forward.

"Brother Long, hurry up, if you are slow, you won't be able to leave. Someone cautioned me.

"What's the matter? On our own territory, who would dare to touch our hair?" Brother Long shouted, "I see which one dares to move on the head of Tai Sui!"

"Brother Long, are you drunk? I can't see who is the person? That one is the newly appointed Jiang Hall!"

"What ginger hall, onion hall?" Brother Long did drink too much.

"Jiang Ziqiang!" his subordinates covered their mouths with their hands, tried their best to lower their voices, and said these three words.

"What!Jiang, Hall?" Brother Long's teeth chattered, his lips trembled, and his legs went limp.

"Pretend you didn't see it, and slip away!" suggested one of his men.

"Let's go!" Brother Long's hand kept swiping on the side of his leg, "Let's go!

"Ahem!" Jiang Ziqiang put his hands behind his back, stepped forward, and asked in an extremely flat tone, "Which comrade are you in?"

"We are not in the house. You've misidentified the wrong person. We don't know you. Brother Long and the others were so frightened that they were about to run away when they lifted the thin man over there.

Yang Jun stepped forward, grabbed Brother Long's shoulder, pulled him back with a hard pull, and shouted at the same time: "Who dares to go! Jiang Hall asked you something, dare not hear it?"

Brother Long leaned back, couldn't help himself, fell to the ground, turned around, and wanted to get up, but suddenly felt weak in his knees, as if he had done too much of it, he couldn't get up.

"Jiang, the hall is good! Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, the water washed the Dragon King Temple. Brother Long saw that he couldn't hide, so he had to beg for mercy.

"What a great majesty!" Jiang Ziqiang said in a deep voice, "Leave your name unit!

Yang Jun said yes and went to the front desk to make a call.

When the local sub-bureau heard that it was Jiang Ting's orders, how could they dare to slack off? Soon someone came and recognized these guys as nothing more than assistant police officers from the local police station.

These guys, usually used to being powerful, tonight, I wanted to bully the little girl, but where did I think that the little girl didn't bully, but kicked the hard iron plate.

With the true god of Jiang Hall, the prestige of these assistant police officers is also over, and they have to suffer some living crimes.

Yang Fei looked at Ning Xin and asked gently, "Are you okay?"

It's okay if he doesn't ask, this question, Ning Xin suddenly burst into tears, and cried out, but still didn't speak.

Smelling the fragrance on her body yesterday, combined with her clothes, Yang Fei probably understood that her family background was average.

In these years, the life of ordinary families is like this, and there is no good family.

At least she worked very hard, and she was able to be admitted to a prestigious school like a middle school, and she also entered the first class of science and practice, and she will definitely be able to get into a good university in the future.

It's just that she didn't expect that she would come here to do odd jobs to make money!

Liang Yulou and others also rushed over, and when they saw that Yang Fei had finished dealing with it, they stepped forward with a smile on their faces and said, "It was our mismanagement that made Jiang Hall and Boss Yang's friends wronged, and I invited today's order." This girl's incident did not happen. ”

Yang Fei said to his brother: "Brother, you and your sister-in-law take a taxi back, and I'll deal with it here." ”

"You don't have to worry about us!" Yang Jun waved his hand, "Let's go!"

Jiang Ziqiang's family also left immediately.

Yang Fei said to Ning Xin: "Let's go, I'll send you home." Why do you still want to work here?"

Ning Xin stopped her tears and flew out of the door with Yang.

Yang Fei asked: "The college entrance examination is so nervous, you don't study at home, why do you come here to work?"

"My mom is sick. I'll take her for the night. Usually it doesn't come out. Ning Xin replied in a low voice.

"Where do you live, give you a ride!" Yang Fei invited her into the car.

"No. 328 Renmin South Road. ”

"Huh, your home is on the side of the cotton spinning factory?" Yang Fei was of course familiar with.

"Hmm. ”

"Your mother is an employee of a cotton mill?"

"Hmm. ”

"Laid off?"

"Hmm. ”

Ning Xin is the kind of person who is relatively cold, and unfamiliar people, and does not like to talk much.

But when she heard Yang Fei say her own situation so accurately, she was also surprised, she wanted to ask, but she didn't ask.

Yang Fei lit a cigarette and said slowly: "My mother is also from a cotton spinning factory, and she has also been laid off. ”

Along the way, Yang Fei has been smoking.

Ning Xin choked and covered her nose.

"It's not good for you to do this. She said suddenly, although her voice was very thin and soft, Yang Fei still heard it clearly.

"What?"

"You're a student, how can you smoke?" she added.

"Hehe!" Yang Fei comfortably spat out a smoke ring, "I'm different from you." ”

Thinking about what happened just now, he and she are indeed different.

So, she shut up and returned to her usual coldness.

Yang Fei is too familiar with the family area of the textile factory, because he often went to play when he was a child.

Moreover, the place where his family lives is also close to here, only one street away.

I knew this was the case, so I brought my brother back with me.

Ning Xin's house is on the first floor, and she also has a small yard.

The house was lit up and I saw a lot of bonsai and plants planted in the yard.

"Let's go!" Yang Fei saw her enter the room, and then ordered Ma Feng.

As soon as Ma Feng started the car, he saw Ning Xin crying and rushing out of the door, shouting at the car: "Yang Fei, help!"