Mo Xiaohu's steamed bun shop is open from 6 a.m. to 9 a.m., and he still has to stay open for two hours in the afternoon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

From seventeen to nineteen o'clock, in order to meet Chen Yuan, Mo Xiaohu was also ruthless, and he decided to set noon as the opening time after two days.

The black card was placed on the counter by him, and Mo Xiaohu cleaned up the minced meat on the board, cleaned the front of the store, and prepared to open.

And at this time, it seems that trouble has found him.

With the increase in self-employed people on Hanshan Road, there are also some so-called rats who smell the smell, they follow the clues to find this area, and then start the underground power struggle.

Collecting protection fees on the surface, or secretly blackmailing, here is now a mixed bag, most of them are outsiders, and before the order is completely perfected, there are many loopholes that can be exploited.

These dragons who crossed the river one by one exerted their magical powers, wanting to imprint their own marks in this new pioneering place, you sang and I appeared, a force fell, and thousands of small forces stood up.

A group of thugs came around, and the leader was wearing a black jacket and a large gold ring on his fingers, and he didn't look like a much-in-class character.

"You're new here?"

Huang Mao patted Mo Xiaohu's board, felt that his hands were a little greasy, and hurriedly wiped them on the cement pillar on the side.

"Just arrived two days ago and opened today for the first day. ”

The corners of Mo Xiaohu's mouth hooked: "What's the matter, how many people want to buy buns? What kind of stuffing? How many?"

"We're here to eat steamed buns, not to buy steamed buns. ”

Huang Mao laughed: "It's all from the villagers, what's the matter, do you need money to eat two buns?"

"Look, brother, my shop is over there. ”

Huang Mao pointed to a barber shop at the end of the street and said: "That's my brother's shop, everyone can communicate more if they are fine, how about this bun as a meeting gift?"

Mo Xiaohu laughed: "You want to eat and drink for nothing?"

"What are you talking about?"

Huang Mao spread his hands: "Aren't we here to increase our feelings for each other, a few buns, what's the matter, you are still reluctant? ”

As he spoke, he was about to reach out for one, and Mo Xiaohu's palm was gently placed on his wrist. Suddenly, Huang Mao felt that his arm was caught by iron tongs in an instant, and he couldn't move at all!

"I said, let it go. ”

Huang Mao was a little angry, he tried to break free, but found that the other party's strength was extremely great, he had studied in the martial arts hall for a few months, and three or four ordinary people were not his opponents, but this time he encountered a hard stone.

"Humph!"

He snorted softly, and several people behind him immediately surrounded Mo Xiaohu.

"Yo, do you want to do it with me?"

Mo Xiaohu laughed, and the yellow hair said angrily: "If you let go now, Lao Tzu will spare your life!"

"Then I can't let go. ”

Mo Xiaohu's strength in pinching his wrist increased again, and Huang Mao jumped up directly in horror, and the green tendons on his forehead were exposed: "Hit me and kill him!"

"Smash his shop!"

Huang Mao shouted, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, Mo Xiaohu laughed, and then waved his arm, and in the other party's horrified gaze, Huang Mao was directly raised.

"Walk you!"

He waved his arm suddenly, and Huang Mao suddenly felt the sky spinning, and then there was a huge cracking sound, and there was a buzzing sound in his head, and some black liquid obscured his vision in front of him.

He reached out and wiped it, and saw what kind of black liquid it was, it was his own blood!

"You... You're TM..."

His voice trembled, and the next thing he saw was something that frightened him.

The three or four younger brothers were directly punched by him, and all of them flew out, and some even showed unnatural twists in their arms, which were obviously broken.

Bang!

One of the thugs wailed and clutched his arm in pain, his entire arm twisted and his bones badly out of place.

"How fucking dare you touch us!"

Huang Mao was furious: "You are dead!"

Mo Xiaohu shrugged, then took out his mobile phone: "I have called the police." ”

Huang Mao's heart jumped, and then he hurriedly said, "You... You're waiting for my mother's!"

After he finished speaking, he trembled and kicked a few younger brothers up, and the back was gloomy and walked away.

"You still want to collect protection money for this little ability, and eat and drink for nothing?"

Mo Xiaohu sneered, and then secretly said that this city is mixed, and now there are indeed many forces that want to put their hands in, but this has nothing to do with them.

As long as that one is here for a day, those who are real, who know the inside story will not dare to step in the slightest.

It is the demon race that you have to guard against, not the human race.

......................

Huang Mao sat on the stone platform, panting slightly.

"Brother, smoke. ”

A little brother politely handed over a piece of Chinese, Huang Mao glanced at it, raised his hand suddenly, and then his arm trembled.

The previous injury recurred, he grinned in pain, glared at the little brother, and the little brother stuffed the Chinese into the mouth of the yellow hair very interestingly, and lit the fire.

"Well, it's a bit of color. ”

Huang Mao nodded, the little brother smiled, and then asked, "Brother, that kid...."

"It's not over!"

Huang Mao said fiercely: "Lao Tzu wants to let his family be ruined!"

"Brother, the other party is not a local...."

“.............”

Huang Mao was silent, and then said angrily: "Then let him close the door!"

"Brother, do you want to inform the dragon head about this matter?"

Huang Mao's eyes glared: "As far as you know, I don't know?"

"I'll call now!"

Huang Mao muttered: "That guy is a master, at least he has the strength, let's practice boxing, let alone three or four people, I can't defeat your brother and me, but he was thrown out like this." ”

"I'm going to let Brother Mao send a master over!"

He dialed the number, and after a brief choosing, a calm male voice came from inside.

"Hey, two ghosts, what's the matter?"

...........................

At night, Mo Xiaohu lay on the bed, reviewing the day's work.

Although the evening is a little small, it does not have a big impact on me, so there is no need to take precautions.

But he didn't see that one for a day, which made Mo Xiaohu a little frustrated.

It seems that my luck is indeed not very good...... It's no wonder that buying a lottery ticket always encourages prizes.

"Let's take one step at a time, and contact Meiyuan Takeaway tomorrow....."

He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed, unexpectedly settled.

After many years of imitating the human race, the demon clan can be regarded as a cat and a tiger, but this method has the ability to prevent the essence in the body from escaping, and can slowly absorb the surrounding aura to practice, but compared with the human race's entry method, this is a small witch, and the grandfather beats his grandson.

...........................

Huang Mao and two or three younger brothers stood at the corner of a street, this is Jiaxing Road, far away from the city center, and it takes at least half an hour to drive to Hanshan Road.

"Brother..... Is Brother Mao really coming tonight?"

"Nonsense, of course it will come!"

Huang Mao reprimanded the younger brother, but he was also playing drums in his heart.

Although it was nothing to release the pigeons, it was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night, and he was sleepy!

The yellow hair trembled, and at this moment, the front finally lit up like a holy light........ Car lights.

"It's coming!"

Huang Mao's eyes lit up, and then the car stopped firmly in front of Huang Mao's people.

A big man got out of the car, with a tiger's back and a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

"Brother Maozi!"

Huang Mao greeted him excitedly, and the big man said, "I brought the master you wanted." ”

He pouted into the car, and Huang Mao turned his head to look, only to see a middle-aged man sitting in the car with his eyes closed.

"Those who dare to touch us, look for death!"