It was already six o'clock in the evening after work, in order to thank several colleagues for their help, Zhang Ziyu invited them to dinner, they were all young men who were not dragged down by their families, and they were happy to hear this, so they changed their uniforms and took a taxi to the night market street in Beihu to eat barbecue.

The food stalls of Beihu Night Market are located on the edge of the shantytown "Hongqi Village", which is a tattered road during the day, and at night it sets up night market stalls, with dozens of spicy hot, mutton skewers, and home-cooked stir-fry stalls.

Nowadays, the nightlife of city people is rich and colorful, this kind of food stall is indispensable, those who are tired of PK in the Internet café, playing bulls, watching the field, all like to eat in the night market of this Beihu street, which also creates the prosperity of the night market, which is open until four or five o'clock in the morning every day before closing the stall, leaving only disposable dishes and chopsticks, swill, vomit and garbage all over the ground.

Zhang Ziyu and the barbecue stall they went to is called "Xinjiang mutton skewers", which is quite famous in this area, the mutton skewers are full of portions, the price is cheap, the key is to kill the skewers, all real mutton, not the kind of dead cats, rotten dogs and stinky mice brushed with mutton fat, so the business is particularly good.

Six off-duty security guards picked a table that looked fairly clean, and sat down on a plastic bench for each person, Wang Dayong seemed to be a regular customer, and he didn't look at the menu, and said directly to the dirty Xinjiang guy: "Two catties of meat, two catties of roasted steamed buns, two plates of stinky dried seeds, seven bottles of Xingyin Pavilion beer, and a good point." ”

The young man snorted and asked disdainfully, "Do you want to order lamb kidneys, sheep balls, happy head fish, ham sausages or something?"

Wang Dayong's head shook like a rattle and said, "Don't want it, it's not enough to order more." ”

Mutton skewers this kind of business, this small profit is thin, relying on the sheep ball kidneys and happy head fish these profiteering products to make money, seeing these few so shabby, the young man didn't say much, put the ballpoint pen behind his ear, and shouted at the master under the shed: "Eight, two catties of meat." ”

"Wait. Zhang Ziyu stopped the young man, picked up the menu and looked at it and said: "What kidney, sheep ball, sheep whip, sheep and cow tendons, see that there are eight servings, the meat costs seven catties, is there draft beer?" The young man's eyes lit up: "Yes, fresh draft beer, fifty-one barrels." ”

"Two barrels of draft beer. ”

"Brother Zhang, a few of us can't eat so much. Wang Dayong said.

"Can't the six big men eat this bit of meat, I have a treat today, and you all let it go. ”

As soon as he heard this, the rest of the security guards were relieved, and Wang Dayong grinned innocently.

After a while, several stainless steel plates were served, large skewers of meat exuded the aroma of cumin and chili, and a whole barrel of draft beer was brought over, and seven hungry men raised large beer glasses and touched them together: "Cheers." Suddenly the white foam and orange wine overflowed. was drinking happily, and out of the neon Internet café in the distance, more than a dozen young people dressed as gangsters, the small ones were fifteen or sixteen, and the big ones were twenty-one and twelve, all dressed in tight T-shirts with crotch pants and shoes, with colorful hair, and two little sisters with heavy makeup.

The thugs walked into the Xinjiang mutton skewers in a big way, put the two square tables together, and sat down together, the boys took off their shirts, revealing the thin light backbone of the thorny dragon and the tiger, and the girls sat on plastic stools, low-waisted pants revealing a large snow-white, and smoked cigarettes from the boys' cigarette cases, spitting smoke, fighting, and from time to time making exaggerated screams and unbridled laughter and scolding.

Zhang Ziyu was listening to Wang Dayong boast about the glorious history of how the pig soldiers of the ordinary army were discovered by the leaders and transferred to serve in the special forces, but when he heard Xing was interrupted by these young people, he frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed the young man who had just finished delivering the mutton skewers, and said to him: "Tell those children, be quiet." The young man's eyes widened, he looked at Zhang Ziyu in disbelief, walked straight to the table, and said something to a handsome guy in a leather jacket sitting in the center.

In an instant, the people at the table were quiet, and the little gangsters looked back at Zhang Ziyu and them coldly, and a few guys even reached out and grabbed the beer bottle.

Wang Dayong and the others found that the situation was wrong, and they also quietly grabbed the chair under their buttocks, they couldn't fight in the unit, and it didn't matter outside the unit.

Zhang Ziyu continued to drink as if nothing happened, the handsome guy in a leather jacket opposite glared at Zhang Ziyu, shook the yellow hair on his head, lowered his head and said, the gangsters turned their heads and continued to laugh and drink, and their voices were louder than just now.

Wang Dayong was relieved, let out a long breath, and said to Zhang Ziyu: "These little ruffians don't want to die if they fight, it's better to mess with less." Zhang Ziyu didn't say anything.

Two barrels of ten-liter draft beer, and later added two more barrels, large plastic beer glasses, let go of the amount of drinking, the three young men who were not drinking were already drinking and lying down, Wang Dayong and the other two security guards were also swaying, Wang Dayong held his stomach and said: "No, I have to go to make it easier." ”

Two other colleagues also stood up and said, "We can't hold it back, let's go together." ”

The three of them went to the back of the flower bed across the road to release their stress, and at this time, four people came out of a Bukang sedan without a license plate that had long been parked on the side of the road, all wearing Adidas tracksuits, baseball caps, and hands behind their backs, holding long strips wrapped in newspapers.

Zhang Ziyu turned his back to the road, still pouring himself a drink, the three colleagues opposite were lying on the table and snoring, the four men walked very fast, quickly came to his back, and without saying a word, he pulled out the watermelon knife behind his back, and slashed at the back of Zhang Ziyu's head.

Don't look at Zhang Ziyu didn't look back, he had already heard the footsteps of a few of them, the watermelon knife was chopped down with the sound of the wind, he dodged to the left side, and had already taken an unopened bottle of Xingyin Pavilion beer in his hand, and slammed it at the temple of the attacker behind him, with a muffled sound, the man's face was full of broken wine bottles, his right eye was blood-red, and he covered his eyes and screamed, this is a beer bottle full of liquid, ten times more powerful than an empty wine bottle, and the other three people have also been mixing on the road for a long time, and they did not panic when they saw that their companions were injured, but they were more fierce, and waved the knife in their hands towards Zhang Ziyu。

Zhang Ziyu was one to three, and his feet were not chaotic at all, he first went up to the guy who was the biggest, dodged his machete, kicked this person's calf with a side leg, and immediately turned around and kicked the opponent's abdomen with a backward swing leg, and the big man who was more than one meter eight fell backwards without saying a word.

Before the other two could react, Zhang Ziyu had already moved forward, Teng Teng's two high kicks and kicks in the face, and even the little ruffians sitting in the distance could hear the snapping sound of the instep touching their faces, and the two of them also fell down without saying a word, lying on the ground with a convulsion, it was estimated that they had a concussion.

Zhang Ziyu clapped his hands, continued to sit down to drink wine and eat meat, raised his wine glass and suddenly turned his head, shook his wine glass at the table of dumbfounded gangsters, nodded and smiled.

The thugs brushed their heads back, not daring to make any more noise.

Wang Dayong and when they came back after putting out the water, they couldn't help but be startled when they saw four people lying on the ground: "Brother Zhang, what's the matter?"

Zhang Ziyu smiled faintly, walked up to the owner of the mutton skewer stall, dropped a stack of money and said, "I'm sorry." ”

The boss with a high nose and sunken eyes and a Chinese character face was smoking a cigarette, and the machete in his hand to cut mutton did not stop: "Go yours, it's okay." ”

"Thank you. Zhang Ziyu turned around and directed the stunned three colleagues to carry a drunk colleague away.

Walking on the road, the frightened Wang Dayong asked: "Brother Zhang, have you killed someone?" ”

Zhang Ziyu said unhurriedly: "I have a sense of proportion under my hands, and I can't kill anyone, besides, they are professional thugs, and they won't report the case if they are in trouble." ”

Wang Dayong and others were relieved.

Helped Wang Dayong and others call two taxis, Zhang Ziyu came to Shangshang Bar alone, no need to think about it, he knew that the knife hand was invited by Liu Hailong, but he didn't expect this kid to be very black, this little thing is going to kill people, or he will not be able to sleep in the future.

When I came to the bar, I found that the lights were blind inside, the door was locked, and there was no car at the door.

Liu Hailong ran away, and Zhang Ziyu didn't move, after all, he just came back, and he had no social foundation at all.

Taking a taxi home, passing by the Beihu Night Market, the ghost made a god get out of the car, and walked to the door of Xinjiang mutton skewers, the guests at the table just now have gone, and the knife hand on the ground is gone, the young man is washing the ground with a mop, and the young man looks at Zhang Ziyu again, already with a little reverence.

"Boss, trouble. Zhang Ziyu threw a cigarette over.

The Uyghur boss looked up and smiled, with a scar on his face: "Small things, common." ”

"What about the boys?"

"I got up and walked away. ”

"Didn't call the police?"

"And call the police, these boys don't know what they are carrying, and they dare to find the police. ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Ziyu was completely relieved, he was not worried about himself, but mainly afraid that his parents would be sad again.

The boss seemed to have been mixed up, but he didn't want to continue talking with Zhang Ziyu because of his appearance, so Zhang Ziyu nodded and stopped the car and went home.