The person who came was a girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate facial features and picturesque eyebrows.

She was wearing the latest sky-blue Versace autumn suit, with two buttons open on her chest, revealing a white high-waisted bust inside, and two lumps of white and pink flesh breathed out, making it impossible to take your eyes off at the sight.

The slit in the sky blue short skirt on the lower body almost reaches the root of the thighs, the black stockings cover the sexy and slender legs, and the feet are a pair of beige leather thread wrapped around the high heels, wrapping the crystal clear ankles, which makes people have a desire and urge to hold it in their arms.

The more than a dozen male students eating in the cafeteria were all stunned, including the middle-aged master who served the food, and they didn't even notice that their snot had dropped their chins. The woman in front of her is full of infinite charm like a dream, even a few popular female movie stars are far behind.

Yang Yi didn't need to look up to know who was coming, put down the half-drunk frosty beer, sighed and said, "Four girls, how did you find me?" ”

"Brother, you won't forget what I did?" The girl reached out and grabbed the wine bottle in Yang's hand, raised her head and drank it dry, paused and said with a smile: "Did you miss me during this time?" As he spoke, he took out a pack of Tianxiu worth five yuan from Hermes, his bright red lips held two cigarettes, lit them and handed them to Yang Yi, and a faint smoke overflowed from her mouth, adding a bit of charm and temptation.

"Minister Sini." Yang Yi spewed out two streaks of smoke from his nostrils and motioned for the girl to sit down: "Say it!" What are you looking for me? ”

Four years ago, Yang Yi announced the official establishment of the arsenal, and with Erlong, Sanpaillan, and Sini, he set off a month-long bloody storm in the north of Yinan City. In the past 30 days, the hundreds of large and small gangs entrenched in the north of the city have all collapsed, and the strength of the remaining gangs has also been greatly reduced.

The arsenal was created by Yang Yiyi, and was divided into three major departments: intelligence, firepower, and planning, with Erlong, Sanguillai, and Sini as the ministers, and three squads were divided under each department, with a total of more than 3,000 peripheral members.

After the initial difficulties, the arsenal gradually entered a stage of stable development and is slowly moving towards its original goal.

"The brothers haven't been together for a long time." Si Ni pressed out the cigarette butt and immediately re-lit one: "Tonight, the Brilliant Dynasty, the second dragon and the third cannon will go." ”

The glorious dynasty can only be regarded as a third-rate KTV in the north of Yinan City, and Yang Yi has always disliked extravagance and waste, and also refuses any meaningless pomp, so the brothers' gatherings are usually not arranged in luxurious and expensive places.

Yang snatched Tianxiu from Si Ni's red lips with a split hand: "Don't smoke so much, it's not good for your health!" Looking at Si Ni's expectant eyes, she sighed again: "I know, but it's not too late, I have to go to the morning shift tomorrow!" Si Ni was raised by him, and he never refused her request.

"Brother! You're so good! Si Ni cheered, hugged Yang Yi and kissed him on the face, like a child who got candy.

Ignoring the other people's dull expressions and eyes, Yang Yi dropped a fifty-yuan bill and left.

After saying hello to Zhao Quan, Yang Yi decided to go home first to wash and trim himself, he hadn't shaved for more than ten days, and his swarthy beard grew as fast as a crop poured with dung, making him look several years older.

Although there were still two hours to get off work, Zhao Quan didn't dare to say anything, so he could only pat his chest and promise to help Yang Yi take the shift.

Yang Yi's rented place is on the outskirts of Hongyun District, an undeveloped old city that was built in the early nineties. The tiles on the exterior walls are peeling off, and the potholes are mottled by the years, and each building is different in height, the highest is ten floors, the lowest is only four floors, and the only thing that is the same is that there is no elevator.

This area is inhabited by residents who are not very good in economic conditions, working hard every day just to eat and clothe themselves, desperately squeezing out a little surplus money and depositing it in the bank, keeping it for future generations to create even a little better conditions.

Yang Yi rents a six-story unit building, with a monthly rent of 300 yuan, and is usually responsible for the security management of the entire area when he is free, so he is very familiar with the upper and lower neighborhoods, and he is very popular in and out.

However, the fifty-square-meter room was extremely dirty, full of cigarette butts and wine bottles, changing clothes and pants and stinky socks were thrown everywhere, and the whole room was filled with a strange and unpleasant smell, which only Yang Yi himself could bear.

After simply cleaning up and washing, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to buy a razor, so I had no choice but to use a kitchen knife instead.

Holding a kitchen knife in his left hand and just applying soap to his right hand, he suddenly heard the cries of women and children downstairs, followed by the sound of crackling heavy objects falling to the ground, and finally a shrew scolding the street, so loud that I am afraid that the entire Red Cloud District can hear it.

Downstairs is a woman in her thirties living with her son, Yang Yi occasionally meets in the corridor, but they just nod and greet each other, and there is no intersection, but recently I often hear men coming in and out, and this time is the biggest movement.

Serving the country, serving the society, and serving the people is the oath that Yang Yi made when he founded the arsenal, and now he naturally has to take care of things that bully men and women and disrupt the lives of residents and public order.

The corridor was crowded with neighbors, all whispering and pointing, seeing Yang Yi wearing a vest and shorts, a pair of old-fashioned flip-flops under his feet, the upper half of his face was gloomy, the lower half of his face was covered with soap foam, and he was also holding a 'Lai Ji' kitchen knife in his hand, like a migrant worker who was owed wages, his image was fierce and cruel, and he couldn't help but push away and make way for a passage.

Inside the open door, a woman was crouching on the ground, holding a three-year-old boy shivering. A man as fat as a pig next to him was roaring loudly, and the house was in shambles, and almost everything that could be smashed in the eye was smashed.

"Stinky bitch! Won't you take some money? It's said that if Lao Tzu gets rich, you can't miss it! ”

"But that's the tuition and living expenses for the children! What do you do if you take it to gamble on your child? ”

"What's the point of reading? Without further ado, hurry up and get the money! ”

"Fat pig! Don't you know that Lao Tzu is managing this area? Yang Yi's heart was on fire when he heard this, and he strode over, knocking the kitchen knife on his shoulder, and his eyes were cold: "Lao Tzu should get rid of Lao Tzu immediately before he counts to three, otherwise I dare not guarantee what will happen!" ”

"Who are you?" The fat pig turned his head to look at the woman squatting on the ground, and suddenly jumped up in understanding: "You are the concubine of this stinky woman, right?" No wonder this stinky woman refuses to give me money, it turns out that it is all used to raise a little white face! ”

"Three!" Yang Yi didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore, stepped forward and pinched the fat pig's neck, and easily lifted him up: "I'm sorry, you don't have a chance now!" ”

This novel is from Reading Books