At six o'clock the next morning, Malone got up early, washed his face, set up the stall, lit charcoal, and then put a few skewers and round cakes on the heating plate to preheat.

"Hey, buddy, what's new?"

"Ahh

"Well, dry first day!" Malone replied, then fanned the charcoal with a puff fan.

The young man got out of the car, opened the door of the shop, then twisted the small gas canister on the car, knocked two eggs, took out the shredded potatoes from a bag, and said to Malone casually: "You give me two whole scones, and five lamb skewers, I'm hungry." ”

"Okay, you're still hungry as a bread seller?"

"I want to vomit when I eat the sandwich now!"

Malone chuckled, and then took out ten skewers of lamb from the foam box at his feet and placed them on the oven.

Time passed minute by minute, and Ma Long did not come to a single business except for selling the young man five skewers of mutton, but the young man was not idle in the morning, and at least two or three hundred yuan came into the account in two hours.

Ma Long picked up the tooth flower on the fire, lit a cigarette, the young man comforted him and said don't worry, you just came to the business must not be good, wait for a long time, I will sell in the morning, not in the evening, your barbecue is the time of the big traffic in the evening.

Ma Long naturally understands this truth, he is just a little anxious in his spare morning, thinking about other things in his heart.

That Hu Guanghua didn't know where he went, if he didn't catch him for a day, Ma Long's heart would not be steady for a day.

It's not that Malone is afraid of him, if that guy comes to Marlon for revenge, it will be a very troublesome thing.

"Let's go, see you tomorrow!" The guy glanced at the car, it was already sold badly, and then he cleaned up, said hello to Ma Long, and got in the car to leave.

"Let's go!" Malone squatted on the ground and smoked a cigarette boredly, waving his hand at the young man.

"Hey, you're new?"

A man with a pimple on his face stood on the edge of the oven, holding a small black leather bag under his arm, and asked Malone in a hard tone.

Ma Long didn't know this person, and replied suspiciously: "Well, I just came here today." ”

"!" The man turned his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, then reached out and took a roast sausage from the oven and put it in his mouth: "I will find out what to buy in the future, I am cheap here, and it is in the butcher shop south of the market." ”

"Okay, then you can leave me a call. Malone didn't think much about it.

"What kind of phone do you want, on the south side of the market, the door says Jintuo Meat Union, as long as you are not blind, you can see it. ”

Hearing this, Ma Long was stunned, and said in his heart that this person still had a gun and a stick when he spoke.

"Don't forget Ang, if you don't get it from me, I'll keep you here!"

After the man finished eating the grilled sausage, he was about to leave.

"Hey, you haven't paid yet!" Marlon hurriedly stood up.

The man turned around and pointed to his nose: "You asked me for money?"

"Grilled sausages cost a dollar. Malone said directly.

"Haha!"

The man opened his mouth and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "You ask the people in this market, when did my army give money for food?"

"That's them, you have to pay for my grilled sausages. ”

"I scolded you next door!" the army was furious, kicking the barbecue stove over, and the meat skewers and charcoal were scattered everywhere.

"I'll tell you, before twelve o'clock at noon in a few days, if you don't see you coming to Jintuo to get the goods, I'll remove you from the market, if you don't believe it, you can try!"

Ma Long looked at the man called Dajun and didn't say a word.

"What do you see? Deaf or dumb, take me as a deaf ear?" Seeing that Ma Long did not move, the army thought that he was a soft persimmon, and then became more bold, and reached out and pushed Ma Long.

Malone took a step back, sniffed, and clenched his fist behind his back unconsciously.

"Hey, Brother Jun, what are you doing here?"

At this time, he hadn't gone far, and the guy who sold sandwich cakes ran over, hugged the army from behind, and persuaded: "Brother, this is my buddy, for the first time today, you go first, I'll tell him okay?"

"! how many are you many?" said the big army, but the army stopped, and then asked the guy, "You haven't paid the health bill last month, have you?"

"It's all ready for you. ”

The young man lowered his head and opened his waist bag, took out four fifty sheets from it and handed them to the army.

"Not enough, it's still three hundred. The army glanced down at the inside of his fanny pack.

"It's not Brother Jun, didn't you say that it's good to have two hundred a month?

"I can do as much as I want, can you get along in this market without me?" the army laughed, reaching out and grabbing the guy's pocket.

"Don't, Brother Jun, I still have to buy medicine for my dad!" The young man didn't dare to retreat, but he covered his waist bag with both hands.

"Zhang Xiaodong, if you give me a go, are you tired of being crooked?"

"Brother Jun, don't ......"

"!"

Dajun scolded, then took a step back and kicked on Zhang Xiaodong's lower abdomen.

Zhang Xiaodong was kicked back again and again, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and his head slammed on the triangle iron of the light box of a vegetable shop opposite, and then, Zhang Xiaodong covered his head in pain.

The army dragged Zhang Xiaodong's waist bag off, stuffed all the money in it into his leather bag, and then smashed the empty waist bag on Zhang Xiaodong's head, scolding: "People like you just don't know how to beat, you scold the next door, and I don't have to be beaten like this." ”

Then he pointed at Malone and shouted: "See, disobedience is this kind of end, whether you go to me to get the goods or not, you can weigh it yourself!"

After the army finished speaking, he turned his head and was about to leave, when Ma Long's voice came: "Hey, Brother Jun, you wait, I'll go with you to get the goods!"

"What a way!"

The army smiled with satisfaction, turned his head and saw Marlon walking towards him with a plastic stool in his hand, and there was an indescribable anger in his eyes.

"What do you want to do?" the army swallowed and spat, and retreated weakly.

"What do you say?!" Malone's pace suddenly accelerated, and a scurry walked in front of the army.

"Bang!"

The plastic stool shattered on the army's head, and the army exclaimed in surprise, holding his head and about to flee, Malone reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled it down, while his strong and powerful right leg was raised, and his knee was directly pressed against the army's face.

"Ahh

The screams of killing pigs came, and when Malone let go, he saw the army squatting down with his face covered, blood trickling from his fingers, ticking and dripping to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

A few policemen who passed by walked over, and the one who walked in front was actually Ma Long's old acquaintance, Wu Jing!