"Fukuhara, what do you mean by this? Don't think that I can't speak if Brother Bing is not there!" Xiaobai's face was so blue that it seemed to be dripping oil, and he clenched the knife on his waist, and as long as he didn't agree with him, he would pounce on it and cut Zhou Fuyuan into fries.

"I don't mean anything, Lao Liao injured my three younger brothers at the Nightingale Bar last night, you either pay 10,000 yuan for medical expenses, or get out of Suzaku Street!" Zhou Fuyuan was condescending, turning a blind eye to his knife, of course, the momentum Zhou Fuyuan won the game.

The two of them were almost on the verge of breaking out, and the air was as solemn as substance between them.

Just when Xiaobai was about to draw his knife and face each other, a battery car rushed in.

"Brother Bing!" someone shouted.

The battery car did not slow down, and Liao Xuebing triumphantly passed through the crowd at a maximum speed of forty yards and rushed towards Zhou Fuyuan.

"Hey!" The skinheads closest to Zhou Fuyuan drew their knives, intending to stop his advance, but it was too late, forty yards was not fast, but for pedestrians, it was definitely fast. He only felt that his left arm was slightly cold, and he couldn't take care of it so much, and at this moment, the wheel hit Zhou Fuyuan's calf, and the bald donkey fell backwards and rolled out several meters away.

The battery car and he both flipped on their sides, and the bones got up, and the wheels were still spinning rapidly, but the bearing coils were already slightly twisted. The epithelial flesh of the left arm was tumbling, and the blood was pouring out, and it was cut by the skinhead who had just drawn the knife.

The two gangs shouted, and then pounced on the real knives and fought with real knives.

The wheel hit the tibia of the calf that lacked the most protection, Zhou Fuyuan endured the severe pain and slowly got up, wiped off a piece of the boss's skin with his palm, and rubbed it into the sand, which was as hot as fire. He really hates this biker boss to death, and he fights without saying a word, can't he have a little negotiating spirit?

Just wanted to pull out the knife to teach this rampant guy a lesson, but suddenly a strong wind came to his face, and he saw Liao Xuebing running two steps, jumping high, and stomping him down with a kick in the chest.

If the two of them are pure strength and endurance, the thin Liao Xuebing is definitely not an opponent, but his strength lies in his terrifying explosive power hidden under the temperament of a melancholy poet. This explosive force is like a trapped beast in a desperate situation, both strength and speed are very amazing, ten times greater than usual, how can ordinary people resist?

It is only on the other side of his split personality that he exhibits this kind of rage. Today, he was very depressed physically and mentally copying lecture notes for a long time, and then he received an unpleasant phone call, which made him unable to restrain his emotions.

His chest was painful and stuffy, as if he had been hit by a hammer and pressed on a boulder, Zhou Fuyuan was out of breath, he quickly got up, took a few steps back, stroked his chest and coughed a few times. Liao Xuebing was unforgiving, flirted with a leg, and kicked his ****. It's only to blame that he missed the opportunity, and the opponent's speed is unimaginable, and he doesn't even have a chance to fight back.

Zhou Fuyuan's eyes bulged, his hands covered the important parts of the stall, the corners of his mouth spewed out a few streams of white foam, and he knelt on the ground.

Some skinheads have noticed the boss's abnormality and rushed to the rescue with a knife.

Liao Xuebing stood awe-inspiring and shouted, "Stop it for me!"

In the ears of the two groups of people opposite the sword soldiers, like gongs and drums, they couldn't help but stop their hands, only two people were still scuffling, rolling around on the ground, you pinched my neck, I picked your nose, your clothes were torn into strips of cloth, and their faces were covered with dust and blood, and they were quickly pulled away, each standing panting, looking at each other like a fighting.

Liao Xuebing sneered: "At half past ten, a patrol car will pass by at the police station, you have also beaten it, now start negotiations again." Does anyone have any objections?"

It's just a gangster, and they don't have a deep blood feud against each other, and who is willing to fight with their lives? Those who hurt their thighs and broke their heads can only stare at each other with hatred and take three steps back.

Although there were more than a dozen of them, in the face of the fierceness of the bikers, the skinheads could not take advantage of the slightest, and they were cowardly in their hearts, and they saw their boss kneeling in front of others without saying a word in the dim light, and they also withdrew a few steps.

Liao Xuebing grabbed Zhou Fuyuan and said with a smile: "Brother Fuyuan, isn't it okay to let the younger brothers work hard? In case someone dies, do you have a pension blonde? Why don't we have a heads-up?"

Zhou Fuyuan was in pain to the bone marrow, his whole body was trembling, he couldn't stand on his feet at all, and he held back for a long time before he said a complete sentence: "Surname...... The surname Liao is counted as ...... Count you ruthless......"

Liao Xuebing knew that he had lost the courage to fight alone, smiled, pressed his head to the ground, and said: "You dead bald donkeys, you have nothing to do when you are full, dare to go to Lao Tzu's territory to blackmail? Are a few vans remarkable? You Zhou Fuyuan have just become a little famous in the past few years, and you want to be the boss of Beicheng District?"

The skinheads and bikers each mingled on their own streets, and they didn't have much to do with each other, and the occasional disturbance on the ground was quickly brought down from the table. Liao Xuebing and Zhou Fuyuan knew each other, but they had never dealt with each other. In the past two or three months, he has been busy looking for a job to work, and his subordinates have also stopped moving, making the bald party who has just earned a nod think that soft persimmons can be pinched.

Zhou Fuyuan had never had the opportunity to comprehend the thunderous methods he used to sweep Beicheng three years ago.

His nose hit the hard cement pavement, almost bumping crookedly, two lines of blood flowed out, his heart was bitter and astringent, and there was only one thought circling in his mind: "Let's ride a donkey and read the record book, and we'll see!"

"Bald donkeys, lay down your weapons, or I'll kick his balls!" Liao Xuebing roared.

Several henchmen looked at Zhou Fuyuan with inquiring eyes, and the latter hesitated for a few seconds before nodding humiliatingly.

Immediately, someone forcibly took away their weapons, and some people symbolically struggled, but they were pulled by their own people, "What are you afraid of?

Liao Xuebing pushed the bald donkey head into the pile of people and said, "Don't come to look for ballast in the future, you are not opponents." West of Suzaku Bridge, the biker party is the first, you remember it for me. ”

Zhou Fuyuan's legs and feet were weak, and he supported others in time so as not to roll over, and said in a low voice: "Things hurt badly, send me to the hospital quickly, don't tell your sister-in-law ......"

"Brother Fukuhara, it's not that serious, right? I have a sunflower book here, do you want to try it?" Xiaobai shouted loudly.

"Get out!"

The skinheads retreated cleanly like a tide, and Liao Xuebing said with a cold face: "Xiaobai, you have deceived me again with this old-fashioned trick of being injured and being cut down." I have said many times that we are cultured, quality people, and we must be creative in everything we do. The repetition of everything over and over again will make people lose patience, take Sony, one of the world's top 500 companies, for example, they ......"

"Stop, stop, Brother Bing, even if I only graduated from high school, you have analyzed these profound truths with us many times, and I have a deep understanding, a deep understanding, and I remember it every day. Wiping away the blood on his face, Ye Xiaobai was a handsome young man, and he exclaimed: "Ah, big brother, your left hand is injured, can you find a clinic to bandage it?"

"It's just a skin injury, it doesn't matter. Liao Xuebing wanted to save face and pretended not to care: "I found a new job, went to work in two days, and started my official life." Xiaobai, you will be the boss in the future, Brother Nan, you will help manage the finances. ”

"Ahh He had said the same thing ten times in six months, and every ten days and a half months he would call and say, "I've been fired......" and then go back to messing around with a bunch of brothers.

More than thirty of his men looked at him with mockery. "I'll bet seven days, a hundred dollars. "I bet he'll be fired in ten days, two hundred dollars. "Phew, if he can be a teacher, I'll bet for three days." ”

Liao Xuebing's self-esteem was deeply stimulated, Tie Qing stepped on the battery car with a blushing face, and threw down a sentence: "Let's ride a donkey to read the record book, and we'll see!"

"The boss is the boss, and he has character. Ye Xiaobai said.

"Brother Bing has a psychological problem, you won't understand. Brother Nan, who was wearing a red bandana, took a puff of cigarette and said quietly.

"Brother Nan, take out the money, let's go to the Moulin Rouge nightclub on Tongcheng Road tonight. Ah Qiu, you take your injured brother to the clinic opened by Ah San in India in Stone Lane, where it is cheaper. Ye Xiaobai rode a brand-new motorcycle with double exhaust pipes and a displacement of 250cc, and said, "Put away the knife and let's go." ”

He muttered secretly: "Could it be that as a biker, he likes to drive a broken battery car is also a psychological problem?"

Long nights, no sleep. At No. 502 Aoshui Apartment, the lights in the lobby are still on. By this time, Liao Xuebing was tired of this monotonous and boring work, but he still had to persevere, and he didn't even dare to relax a little. The fountain pen had been replaced with four tubes of ink, and the two boxes of cigarettes were almost finished, and the floor was covered with soot that had been blown away by the wind, and paper that had been torn off by typos.

"Ah——! mouse!" suddenly a scream came from somewhere downstairs, piercing the quiet night sky. Then someone shouted, "What do you call it?

Liao Xuebing couldn't cry or laugh, and continued to work hard.