Seeing that these murderous "social people" blocked the door of the restaurant, I secretly said in my heart that something bad was going to happen, so I hurriedly turned sideways and whispered to Chen Yuanyuan: Quickly hide in the toilet of the hotel, come out after half an hour, and don't mention conditions!

Chen Yuanyuan pursed the corners of his mouth, hesitated for a few seconds, and then reluctantly turned around and walked into the hotel.

"Boss, that's it! I was beaten just now, I reported the name of our Four Seas Gang, and he also coaxed and said that the Four Seas Gang are all rubbish!" The little assistant policeman's head was wrapped in two circles of gauze, and the red blood stains penetrated a large patch, which looked like a used sanitary napkin was pasted on the door of his head, which was quite joyful.

The big fat man who took the lead in front of him, his face was full of meat, he could have more than 200 pounds, he felt at least one size bigger than the fat man, he had a black mink coat on his body, he was open, and he didn't know whether the tattooed dragon or the fish tattoo on his chest, a large piece of mess, wearing a big gold chain with the thickness of a little thumb around his neck, and a baseball bat in his hand, dressed as a standard social person.

"Little bastard, what are you messing with?" the big fat man shouted angrily at me.

There are few fools in the mixed society, if you don't agree with each other, it's not that you can't knock the second force when you come up, but you definitely can't be a big brother, the fat man routinely yelled at me, and the implication is to let me report it out and mix with someone, he can measure whether he can afford to provoke him, and if he can afford it, he will beat us to death, and if he can't afford it, let me call my boss, "laugh and hate".

"My backstage is relatively large, I'm afraid to scare you when I say it!" I quietly poked my right hand into my pocket, intending to take it out at any time and shake it off.

"Chang'an District doesn't have a big one that I don't know Jiang Sihai!" The fat man also felt a little hot, shook off the mink coat on his body twice, and deliberately slammed the ground with a baseball bat, and a group of little bastards around him also picked up the guy in his hand and knocked on the railing on the side of the road in the same way, trying to create some psychological pressure on me.

When I was pondering whether to call Lei Shaoqiang and ask him to bring some brothers over to the rescue scene, Cheng Zhiyuan walked out of the house in a rampage, holding his head high and cursing: "You are paralyzed, what's the matter?

When Cheng Zhiyuan came out, his hands were not empty, holding a whetstone in one hand, and a large kitchen knife in the other, deliberately making a piercing knife sharpening sound, and muttering with a cigarette obliquely in his mouth: I can't stop eating a meal, that pig's head stew, how do you want to drop? Come, get closer, talk to me, don't waste my eldest brother's time.

Cheng Zhiyuan's hand not only stunned the other party, but also frightened me, a person with a knife will be the other party's more than ten young people in society to be speechless, seeing that the big fat man does not squeak, Cheng Zhiyuan pulled his leg and took two steps forward to him, and scolded with an irritated face: I haven't killed anyone for a few days, Lao Tzu just has itchy hands!

At first, Cheng Zhiyuan's appearance really startled the gang, but when he heard his later words, the fat man even laughed with the group of horses behind him, the fat on the fat man's face trembled, covered his stomach and laughed: "You haven't killed anyone for a few days?" Haha, puppy cub, have you watched too many movies?"

This sentence sounds like a joke, but I know very well that when the eldest son of the "No. 8 Mansion" was in Chongzhou City, he definitely did this kind of thing, not to mention killing people, and Cheng Zhiyuan would never be soft on whose hands and feet he abolished.

The harder they laughed, the more the smile on Cheng Zhiyuan's face on the other side became, the difference was that the fat gang was mocking, while Cheng Zhiyuan was sneering, I took a tone and whispered: Brother Yuan's attack is a little measured, I don't want to cause trouble.

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded with his back to me, muttering indistinctly, then remove one of his arms.

After a short period of surprise, he walked over with a stalk around his neck, with a cruel smile on his face, and gently patted his left cheek and said fiercely: "Brother, what about playing with me?" When Lao Tzu licked blood from the knife in Chang'an District, you were still wearing open crotch pants and peeing and playing with live mud, it was a man who killed me today!"

"Satisfy you!" Cheng Zhiyuan took a sip of the cigarette holder, spit out the cigarette butt with a "phew", his head was slightly sideways, and he stepped out suddenly, the whetstone in his left hand "snapped" on the fat man's face, and the big kitchen knife in his right hand was raised at the same time, and it was slashed down on the fat man's shoulder.

No one expected Cheng Zhiyuan to be so violent, he really dared to start, it is normal for bastards fighting on the street to fight and move knives and sticks, but they usually use bladed knives without blades, and there are very few people who fight with people with kitchen knives, because the lethality of kitchen knives is too strong.

A knife fell, the fat man was stunned for a moment, and then covered his shoulders "Ah, ah" screamed and squatted down, the surrounding horses were a little dumbfounded, and when they reacted to come forward, Cheng Zhiyuan raised the guy in his hand again and slashed at the fat man's back, without raising his head, and scolded coldly: Whoever dares to take a step forward, I will cut him more!

More than a dozen young people didn't dare to move forward, Cheng Zhiyuan held the kitchen knife in his right hand on the fat man's neck, and stroked his bare head with his left hand, and asked with a sneer: Little fat man, are you served?

Before the fat man could speak, Cheng Zhiyuan slashed his round arm on the fat man's shoulder again, and the fat man cried and shouted his mother's howl: Obey, obey!

Don't look at this big fat man screaming so badly, in fact, he didn't suffer much injury, Cheng Zhiyuan was very measured, his arms were raised high, giving people a feeling of desperateness, but in fact, when he dropped the knife, he had already unloaded a large part of his strength, plus this cargo also had a thick mink coat on his body, I estimate that at most it was a few small holes, and it hurt to be painful, and it was definitely not fatal.

"Obey, just fucking shut up for me!" Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly shouted, raised his arm again, and cut down at the fat man's head, I looked at the boy carefully at this time he used the back of the knife, the fat man shouted "Ah!", and even closed his eyes in despair, the back of the knife smashed a red mark from his head, the fat man gasped, and the crotch of his pants was soaked with a large urine stain.

Cheng Zhiyuan stiffened his neck, looked up at the little ruffians not far away, and asked with an evil smile: "What about you?" A group of young people hid the guys in their hands behind their backs and stood straight, as honest as the young pioneers who greeted the teacher's inspection.

Cheng Zhiyuan pinched the bridge of his nose, pointed to the little assistant policeman just now and said: Come here!

The little assistant policeman hesitated and didn't move, Cheng Zhiyuan kicked the fat man's face and cursed: Your little brother is not convinced, what should I do?

"Little Yellow Mao, I'll suck your grandma, roll over here!" The big fat man shouted like a pig.

The little assistant policeman shrunk his neck, hesitantly moved over, Cheng Zhiyuan raised his chin and said: Hand the guy in your hand to your boss, and stand next to him when he is done, his voice is not loud, I will personally teach you what is called face slapping later!

The little assistant policeman threw the watermelon knife in his hand on the ground with a "clang", jumped away like a rabbit, and honestly rounded his arm and began to slap himself, and the sound of "crackling" was called a hard work.

Cheng Zhiyuan leaned over and said to the bald head: I know you are not convinced, let's do this, don't do anything to pick up the group, it's too hard, just point directly, you cut me, I give you a knife, whoever can't bear it first kneels down, how?

The fat man stared at the watermelon knife on the ground with both eyes, fell into hesitation, several times his fingers had reached out to the handle of the knife, and retracted as if he was very scared, after repeating it several times, the fat man's heart was horizontal, he grabbed the watermelon knife on the ground suddenly, and stood up from the ground tremblingly, Cheng Zhiyuan directly straightened his neck, patted his neck and sneered: Chop here!

"Ah Yuan!" "I'm afraid that this kid will get angry, and I'll stab him twice regardless of the fat man's stimulation later, Cheng Zhiyuan didn't look back, and roared loudly: The third brother is fine, anyway, I have cancer, live one more day and earn one day, if I hang up, you remember to call the police, if he hangs, remember to fish me out of prison, it, I'm most annoyed in my life to be blocked by this kind of doggy thing!

After listening to Cheng Zhiyuan's words, the fat man threw the watermelon knife on the ground again, begging for mercy with a crying voice, I was instigated!

Cheng Zhiyuan went up and kicked on the fat man's stomach and scolded: Give his mother a chance, you won't be useful! I don't like to play with knives, do you? Then let's play with guns, I'll go back to the house now to get guns, let's spray at each other, the rules are still the same as just now, do you want to play?

The fat man cried bitterly in an instant, prostrate on the ground, hugged Cheng Zhiyuan's calf, kowtowed, and shouted in his mouth: Master, I'm really convinced!