Ma Ziming, Ma Zilong, Huang Lin, and a few other sturdy guys rushed to the village committee.

"Aunt Li, do you know where that pockmarked face is?" Ma Ziming asked.

"It's in the village meeting room! What's wrong. Aunt Li asked with concern.

"He hit my grandfather here." Ma Ziming said casually and led people into the village conference room.

The conference room is a small private house, about the size of a class in a school, and it is full of smoke, smoking, drinking, and poker.

More than a dozen thugs were talking and laughing in the conference room, and when they saw Ma Zi coming in, everyone put away their smiles, as if they had been waiting for him for a long time.

Ma Ziming is naturally not stupid, and he can also see that this group of people is wrong, the man with a pockmarked face in the crowd is the most conspicuous, and he was also discovered by Ma Ziming: "You are pockmarked." ”

Mazi sat on the table unhurriedly and smoked: "You are Ma Ziming." ”

"Your (my) grandfather is what I called." Ma Ziming and Mazi spoke almost at the same time.

Mazi cocked Erlang's legs and said: "I'll tell you, Mawang Village, Majiashan, our Guohao Group has decided, beating your grandfather is just a reminder to you, if Uncle Ben is in a hurry, I will bury your group of hillbillies." ”

The reason why Mazi takes a fancy to Majiashan is not only that Wang Ba is making trouble, Majiashan is not only a treasure of feng shui, but also a highway over the mountain, in the final analysis, if this mountain is developed, the land price of Mawang Village will immediately appreciate several times, which is the calculation of Guohao Group.

"Hahaha!" At this tense moment, Ma Ziming let out a weird laugh, as if mocking Mazi's intimidation, how could he Ma Ziming be afraid of this hooligan in society.

"Laughing at something." On the contrary, Asako felt that the laughter was a little weird, and this mocking but confident smile made Asako feel uneasy.

"I also tell you, I don't care what bird feather group you are, whoever dares to move Majiashan, I will kill whoever they want." The corners of Ma Ziming's mouth twitched when he spoke.

"Hahaha!" This time it was Asako who let out a hearty laugh.

Mazi took out the Hualongzao 54 pistol that had already been loaded from his waist, and aimed the cold muzzle at Ma Ziming.

The young people behind Ma Ziming were obviously shocked, they never expected that Mazi would take out a pistol, this thing would kill if it went off.

"I repeat, whoever dares to block the development of Guohao Group, I will collapse him now." When Mazi spoke, the pockmarks on his face were shaking.

Mazi held the cold pistol and walked towards Ma Ziming at an extremely slow speed.

Ma Ziming retreated step by step, until he retreated to the door.

The two sides were deadlocked in the compound of the village committee, on one side was the Mazi gang with guns in hand and pressing forward step by step, and on the other side was Ma Ziming and others who were retreating step by step.

Soon, most of the men in the village began to gather in large groups to the village committee, and countless old and young masters gathered in the village committee to work in the fields and go up the mountain to cut wood.

Ten minutes later, the village committee was already overcrowded, and the more people there were, the more relaxed Ma Ziming felt, but as the number of people grew, Mazi also felt uneasy.

Ma Ziming moved the muzzle of the gun and pointed at Ma Ziming and said: "I repeat, whoever dares to stop the business of this Guohao Group, I will kill him today." Mazi's words are not only to Ma Ziming, but also a reminder to everyone in the village.

It's not the first time that Mazi has used this method, this trick has subdued a lot of Diao people, tried and tested, Mazi is even more experienced, the countrymen have always been honest, a gun is enough to bluff them, for Mazi Ma Ziming is at most a thorn, the kind that absolutely pees his pants when he sees a pistol.

Ma Ziming said slowly: "I repeat, whoever dares to touch Majiashan will kill whoever kills." ”

Mazi walked quickly and put a cold muzzle against Ma Ziming's head: "What the hell are you farting when I speak!" ”

If it is an ordinary person, it is a blessing to be held to the head with a pistol and not to be scared to pee his pants, but the person in front of him is different, because he is a warrior, a soldier who came out of the artillery fire.

"You're going to shoot me! Don't fight is grandson. Ma Ziming's words are like a general in chess, and Mazi will either burn the jade or admit defeat.

"You think I wouldn't dare!" The corners of Mazi's mouth twitched when he spoke, and what he was most afraid of with this kind of hob meat was the agitation method, killing a person, and it was a big deal for him to run away, but at present, Mazi was still unwilling to choose to kill someone and run away, so he didn't shoot for a long time, his fingers trembled on the trigger, and the people around him sweated for Ma Ziming.

Ma Ziming said something very out of tune: "The shoelaces are open." ”

Mazi subconsciously lowered his head, just in the moment of bowing his head, the gun in his hand disappeared out of thin air, and when he looked up again, Ma Ziming had an extra gun in his hand, and a chill surged into Mazi's heart.

In just a split second, a gun turned the tide of things.

At this moment, Ma Ziming was holding a pistol in his hand, no one could see how he did it, and no one knew when he did it.

At this moment, Mazi was more afraid in his heart, what was the origin of this person in front of him.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Mazi's head, and Mazi said, "I don't believe you dare to shoot." ”

"Hey! Hey! Ma Ziming slowly withdrew the gun, and Mazi showed a smug smile on his face, as if he had guessed Ma Ziming's thoughts. The pistol was slowly retreating, and suddenly Ma Ziming slammed the butt of the gun on Mazi's forehead.

"Whew!" The screams of killing pigs echoed in the compound of the village committee.

Ma Ziming said: "I really don't dare to shoot you with a gun, but I dare to beat you." ”

"Tom!" Ma Ziming smacked his heart, and pockmarked on the ground in pain.

Ma Ziming had a gun in his hand, and he instantly strengthened his courage. Ma Zilong, Huang Lin and others quickly responded to Ma Ziming, several people surrounded Mazi to fight, and the little brother behind Mazi saw that the situation was not right, and quickly helped.

The young people in the village who were watching the excitement did not move for a long time, until one of the villagers made the first move, and many old and young masters in the village swallowed Mazi and his younger brothers like an ocean.

Mawang Village may be a group of honest people, but if it really angers them, it will explode.

In the entire compound of the village committee, there are all human heads from a distance, and the existence of Mazi in the vast sea of people seems to be more conspicuous, countless fists and feet greet Mazi all over his body, and after a while, blood has flowed down from Mazi's head, and blood begins to flow from the corners of his eyes and mouth.

Mazi was rolling and crawling on the ground, and the sky was full of human heads above his head, and he couldn't see the sky.

And Mazi's group of younger brothers are not cheaper than Mazi at all, one by one either breaking their arms or legs, and their bodies are bloody.

After a long time, everyone slowly retreated, and the pockmarks who were rolling on the ground, with crooked mouths and slanted eyes and blood on their heads, stood up tremblingly, pointing at Ma Ziming.