Xie Dongyang pushed away the stool and knelt on the ground, "Brother Yang, I only ask you for one thing, a grandfather in the nursing home is no longer good, that is, sooner or later, I hope Brother Yang can let me give him a ride at the end, so that he can pass away with peace of mind. ”

"Don't worry, if you die, I will help you take care of the nursing home!" Yang Dong clenched his fists.

"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Xie Dongyang lowered his head, his voice choked.

"It's useless to thank him, because I don't agree!" A voice rang out, and a group of people walked in outside the door.

The person who spoke was the man in the lead, full of muscles, tall, full of flesh, fierce and vicious, this face can stop children from crying at night.

The people in the small restaurant, when they saw these people, were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and even the boss fled in a hurry.

Yang Dong turned his head and looked at the strong man, "Are you?" ”

"Feng Wu!" The strong man pulled over a stool and sat down directly.

"I haven't heard of it!" Yang Dong smiled slightly.

The people behind Feng Wu all laughed, mocking Yang Dong's ignorant stupid hat.

Feng Wu's name, not to mention resounding all over Ningcheng, at least in the area of Pukou in the north of the Ningcheng River, is like thunder, no one does not know Feng Wu, known as the head of Pukou Feng.

Can be in Ningcheng, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, or the dignified provincial capital, which one is not powerful? Can you reach the sky?

"Yang Dong, Boss Yang of Tinghu, there is a lot of wind and water in Tinghu!" Feng Wu glanced at Yang Dong. "Who told this Boss Yang, what is Boss Yang of Tinghu here?"

"That's a fart!" A man behind Feng Wu said. "A small place like Tinghu is not qualified to be compared with Ningcheng."

"That's right, no matter how good it is in the chicken pen, it is a chicken head. When you arrive in Ningcheng, the provincial capital, you don't even have the qualifications to be a phoenix! Feng Wu nodded.

Feng Wu was right, Tinghu was indeed far inferior to Ningcheng, the provincial capital, which was the political center of a province with all kinds of officials.

This is still the location of the East China Military Region, and here, if you offend a person casually, the end may be a catastrophe.

This is like being able to mix a street in the capital, and his ability is much better than that of a city in other places, because where is the political center of the country, the big people there are not comparable to Ningcheng.

When Lu Wenbai was the mayor, he went to the capital to study, as long as he saw an official, no matter what an official was, no matter how much younger than him, as long as he was an official, Lu Wenbai was a groveling flattery.

The underworld and the white way are actually the heads and tails of a coin, and in many ways, they are the same.

Those who can mix underworld in Ningcheng are much more capable than Tinghu, and those who can mix in the underworld in the capital are much greater than Ningcheng.

Feng Wu didn't take Yang Dong, the boss of Tinghu Yang, in his eyes, that was natural.

"Feng Wu—"

"Feng Wu, can you call it again? It's called Wu Ye! Yang Dong just spoke, and a little brother behind Feng Wu scolded.

Yang Dong grabbed the chopsticks and inserted them directly into the eye sockets of this Feng Wu's hand.

This subordinate howled miserably, and as soon as Yang Dong exerted his strength, the chopsticks went directly through his head and penetrated through the back of his head.

"Martial Master? If you want me Yang Dong to call Wu Ye, then you have to see if he has the ability! Yang Dong sat down again.

Feng Wu's brows furrowed, "I have anger, but I dare to kill my Feng Wu's brother in front of my Feng Wu." ”

"Kill him!"

Feng Wu's group of men immediately couldn't hold it anymore and pounced on them howling.

The more the underworld is at the bottom, the more they dare not hurt people's lives, such as the gangsters on the street, arrogant and domineering, fists and feet, but almost all of them are bluffs, once they kill people, they are scared into grandchildren.

And this is also the criterion for judging the energy of an underworld, the more daring to make trouble, the higher the status in the underworld.

Yang Gate is in Tinghu, so it will not be a rush to human life as long as there is a conflict, and only when dealing with the East Asian Society of the Yamaguchi Group will he dare not care about human life.

And this Feng Wu's subordinates, all of them came for Yang Dong's life, and they didn't care about the fate of people in their eyes, which also proved the energy of this Feng Wu in this generation.

His brother surrounded Yang Dong, and Feng Wu grabbed Xie Dongyang's shoulder, "Boy, I'll take someone to smash the nursing home later, so that you can also taste the price of a traitor." ”

The corner of Yang Dong's eyes swept here, and suddenly an arrow step rushed out of the crowd, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and blossomed on Feng Wu's head.

Immediately, he kicked Feng Wu in the chest, and Feng Wu flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

Yang Dong followed, lifted the table, and smashed it on Feng Wu's body.

"With this ability, you also want to be a martial artist?" Yang Dong stepped on Feng Wu's chest.

"Damn-" Feng Wu spat out a mouthful of blood and shook his fist.

Yang Dong grabbed the fragment of the wine bottle and pressed it against his neck, "What do you say?" I didn't hear clearly. ”

Feng Wu's face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to move.

A smile begging for mercy appeared on his face, "Boss Yang, stop being angry, stop being angry-"

"I, Yang Dong, am just a chicken head in the Tinghu chicken pen, begging for mercy with me, this is not in line with your identity as a martial master, right?" Yang Dong looked at him coldly.

"No, no, I'm just a gangster, Mr. Yang doesn't care about villains!" Feng Wu didn't care about his face now, so he didn't care about letting the glass piece in Yang Dong's hand cut his throat.

"If you dare to move a piece of bricks and tiles in the nursing home, I, Yang Dong, will throw you into the river to feed the fish!" Yang Dong's hand was slightly forced, and the glass piece cut through Feng Wu's skin.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Feng Wu was so frightened that he nodded hurriedly.

Yang Dong threw away the glass piece in his hand, "Get out." ”

Feng Wu hurriedly ran out with a roll.

"The underworld of the dignified provincial capital is nothing more than fucking that!" Yang Dong spat at the mouth.

"Brother Yang, you shouldn't provoke this Feng Wu!" Xie Dongyang lowered his head.

"Didn't you see what he was afraid of just now?" Yang Dong was dismissive.

"Feng Wu can gain a foothold in Pukou, Jiangbei, it is not because he can fight, but in the background, whether it is the government or the army, there is a relationship between Feng Wu." Xie Dongyang knows Feng Wu's group very well.

"Those who can mix in the provincial capital, without a backstage, no matter how big the fist is, it has been removed. What stays is bound to be not simple. "Yang Dong naturally knows it." But here in my Yang Dong, these are bullshit, no matter how big the backstage is, it can't stand my Yang Dong's fists. ”

"Brother Yang, although you are powerful, this is Feng Wu's territory, and there are many people who can't stand Feng Wu."

Now that Yang Dong has provoked Feng Wu and beaten and humiliated Feng Wu, Xie Dongyang knows that Feng Wu will definitely not give up.

If Yang Dong didn't leave here quickly, and waited until Feng Wu came back and wanted to leave, I'm afraid it would be impossible.

Yang Dong walked up to Xie Dongyang and patted him on the shoulder, "Yang Dong sympathizes with your experience, but you are violating the rules of the Yang Sect, and you must accept the judgment of the Yang Sect." ”

"I know!"

"But before this, you are still my Yang Dong's sibling, no matter who dares to touch my Yang Dong's brother, I will make him pay an unbearable price!"

"Brother Yang, it's not worth it for me!"

"Brother, don't talk about it, just talk about what it should be."

At night, Xie Dongyang left from the small restaurant and went back to the nursing home to take care of his dying grandfather.

Yang Dong was also ready to go back to the hotel to sleep.

As soon as he went out, he was surrounded by a group of people.

Yang Dong glanced at the crowd and sneered, "It's really a bunch of things that don't know whether to live or die." ”

Without saying a word, a group of people took out the guy and rushed towards Yang Dong.

After fighting for a while, Yang Dong found that something was wrong, and the skills of these people were not simple.

Judging from their moves, all soldiers are not ordinary soldiers.

Yang Dong was careless, was attacked from behind, stumbled and pounced.

"Damn, I'm in trouble right now!" Yang Dong fell to the ground and stood up with a smirk.

Yang Dong has a legendary brilliant record of one person hitting a hundred.

But the legend has moisture, but as Yang Dong becomes more and more awesome, this moisture can't be squeezed out.

What is the concept of a hundred people? When you really fight to the death, one person can fight twenty, and that's already very powerful.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, this sentence is not unreasonable.

If you punch out, dozens of fists from others will greet you, and you can't cope with three heads and six arms.

Moreover, if one person fights a group of people, the physical strength will be consumed faster.

Really desperate, a hundred ordinary people can kill Yang Dong, no matter how high the martial arts are, it will not help.

There are so many people, and a few random ones can succeed in a sneak attack, and Yang Dong will be finished.

This is also the reason why dozens of soldiers can make Yang Dong feel in trouble.

"Punch the master to death, no matter how high the kung fu is, it can't stand the crowd, and the tiger can't stand the wolves. Therefore, when the enemy is outnumbered, the real master must learn a trick. When he entered the company's assessment, the coach said to Yang Dong.

"Run, there is strength in numbers, but it will not increase speed."

These words, which have always been regarded as the supreme martial arts treasure book by Yang Dong, have also used this trick several times to save his life.

But today, Yang Dong did not do so.

He is Yang Dong, the well-known boss of the Yang Sect, and the helmsman of the west wind.

He couldn't lose the face of Yang Men and the face of the west wind in Ningcheng.

Yang Dong stood up, roared angrily, and rushed over, and the two fists took turns to blast out fiercely.

Anyone who was touched by Yang Dong's fist flew out.

Yang Dong's back was also attacked ferociously, and countless punches and feet landed on Yang Dong's back.

Yang Dong's eyes were red, at this moment, he was a crazy and bloodthirsty tyrant.

Fighting with a serious injury, he forcibly put down all these dozens of soldiers.

"It's your honor to be able to put on a military uniform, but you take off your military uniform and do such a shameful thing, are you also worthy of being a soldier?" Yang Dong, whose face was covered in blood, roared at these people on the ground.

This book was first published in Reading Rim