I said this on the weekend in Chinese, the most formal Mandarin.

The driver who drove the car was a young man in his thirties, born with a big waist and a round waist, and a shaved head. Although he didn't understand what Chinese meant by the weekend, he still guessed when he saw the eyes of the weekend who wanted to breathe fire.

Subconsciously, the driver shrank his head, a subtle panic flashed in his eyes, he paused, choked his neck and asked again: "Sir, are you a branch person, if so, I won't take you, you get out of the car!" ”

When the driver said this, he really parked the car on the side of the road.

"Hey, hey!" On the weekend, when I saw the driver park the car on the side of the road, there was a sneer in my mouth, looking at the arrogant and somewhat cowardly expression of the driver, I didn't think about it on the weekend, and raised my hand to slap the driver's face.

Syllable!

This slap was not only loud, but also came too quickly, and the driver was beaten and didn't reflect it, his eyes widened, staring at the smiling weekend, his eyes burst out, it was wooden, it was frightened, of course, more unwilling and disdainful.

"This dog, it's just a bedside man in a small country, where the hell do you get your sense of superiority?" This time I used Japanese on the weekend, and after hearing it, the driver's face was as ugly as a pile of.

"You ...... That ......" said the angry driver, and at the same time, he picked up the water bottle next to him and was about to smash it at the door of the weekend's head.

However, although his momentum was sufficient, it was too slow, almost at the same time as he grabbed the carafe, and almost as soon as he spoke, he smashed a hard punch into his eye on the weekend.

Boom!

Although the weekend punch did not use dark energy, it was also ruthless, and the sandbag-sized fist bombarded the driver's left eye, so that the driver who wanted to pounce on the weekend hit the door of the car completely, and the force was so great that the car glass was directly shattered.

After the weekend, the driver's left eye had turned into a panda eye, and his eyelids were squinted into a slit, and they were swollen in an instant, as if there was a pile of dog shit on his left eye.

"We Huaxia people can be discriminated against by you, a dog?" A coldness flashed in Weekend's eyes, and he asked in a cold voice.

It is said that the place where the driver parked was the same place where other taxi drivers stopped and waited for others, and there were more than a dozen taxis. Every line has a connection, and the same goes for taxi drivers, most of whom they know. On the weekend, the driver smashed the glass of the car door with a punch, and the movement was very loud, so it attracted other taxi drivers.

These drivers were also united, and almost instantly surrounded the taxi where they were on the weekend.

"A dog is a dog, and a group of dogs are still dogs?" On the weekend, he saw that the taxi drivers who were outside the car door were all gearing up, and they were about to open the car door, he didn't panic, and raised his hand to grab the middle-aged driver who had been beaten by him, "Open the door, I want to see how you dogs bite people in a team!" ”

The taxi driver, who was almost stunned by the weekend, hurriedly unlocked the anti-locking door, and immediately, the weekend kicked open the co-pilot's door, and before going out, he slapped the middle-aged driver hard.

The poor are often smaller than the rich people's goals, in order to hide people's eyes, the weekend at this time is not a suit and leather shoes, but a very simple casual wear, and it is also specially prepared by Dulong for others to wear old clothes and pants.

On his feet was a pair of army-green ripped sneakers that had been eliminated for several years on the Huaxia side, a pair of white-washed ripped jeans on the lower body, an old black vest undershirt on the upper body, and his Rukawa maple-style hair had been shaved to a neat half-inch before getting on the plane.

The bronzed skin on the weekend and the tattered and clean clothes did not make people mistake him for a beggar, but he looked like a rural migrant worker who had just come out to mingle.

Looking at the weekend that came out of the taxi, these drivers who gathered around him thought like this.

Lightly glanced at the dozen or so taxi drivers around him who looked very unfriendly, pointed to the broken car glass with his little finger on the weekend, pointed at himself with his thumb, and said with a smile in Chinese: "The car glass is broken by Lao Tzu, if you want Lao Tzu to lose money, Lao Tzu will not give a cent, if you want to teach Lao Tzu a lesson, if you have the courage to follow!" ”

Seeing that the drivers were all looking at him with stunned expressions, he arrogantly asked Japanese to repeat what he had just said over the weekend. When the drivers who surrounded him heard this, they all turned blue with anger.

There was a police car twenty meters in front of me, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble on the weekend, I raised my feet and walked towards a less crowded place nearby.

"The Shina people?" The dozen or so drivers carefully recalled what they had just said in Chinese on the weekend, and although they could not understand it, they had more or less heard such a tone on TV, and immediately judged that the weekend was Chinese. At the same time, the middle-aged driver who was beaten by the weekend and hid in the taxi and didn't dare to come out saw that the weekend had already lifted his feet and left, so he crawled out of the car.

"Brothers, that kid is a branch man, not only did he not give money when he took the car, but he also beat me inexplicably and broke my glass door, let's go teach him a lesson."

This middle-aged driver is very popular, so as soon as he spoke, he immediately got the approval of more than a dozen other drivers. Immediately, they viciously chased after the weekend.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dozen drivers chasing after him, and the weekend who walked in front smiled coldly, and his steps were fast, seemingly a calm and leisurely stroll, but in fact the speed was fast. The drivers ran wildly, but never caught up with him in a crowded place.

Soon, the weekend was in a deserted alley, at the end of which a high wall was piled up, and it was a dead end. Immediately, the weekend stopped and turned to look at the dozen or so drivers who were chasing him.

"Hehe, Zhina, look where you run!" These dozen or so drivers were not professional thugs, and their training was limited, so after running such a part, they were already out of breath, and when they saw that they had entered a dead end at the end of the week, these drivers stopped ten paces away from him, and then bent down and wheezed.

Hearing the title of "Zhina Man" again, a trace of awe-inspiring killing intent suddenly flashed on the originally sneering face of the weekend: "This dog, you should die!" ”

As soon as these words came out, he took the initiative to pounce on the dozen or so drivers on the weekend.

"Break this man's leg!" The middle-aged driver who had been beaten by the weekend stood at the back of the crowd and screamed when he saw the weekend pounce.

Immediately, the other drivers couldn't take a breather, and they all raised their fists and pounced on the weekend, and in an instant, the two sides were fighting together.

In the face of these drivers, the weekend was like slaughtering a dog, raising his foot to kick the young man who rushed to the front, and then, raising his hand to grab the collar of another driver, slapping his knee under the opponent's crotch, and turning his hand and punching on the bridge of the nose of another driver who pounced.

In less than a minute, more than a dozen drivers were all knocked over and wailed by him.

"Medium...... Middle...... Country...... Kung fu! The middle-aged driver, who had been beaten to the point where his left eye was swollen, was frightened when he saw a dozen of his companions who had been knocked over with three punches and two kicks on the weekend, and turned around to run away, and the otherwise clean ground was now filled with a puddle of urine.

However, what the middle-aged driver never expected was that the speed of the weekend would be so fast that he could not imagine it, and as soon as he turned around, the weekend had already appeared in front of him to block his way.

"Yes, Chinese Kung Fu!"

Zhou Zhou smiled coldly, raised his hand and punched out, hitting the right eye of the middle-aged driver, the force was too great, and the punch made the man with a big waist and a round waist fly upside down all of a sudden, and flew in the air for more than ten steps before falling heavily on the wall.

Click!

"Ahh Rolling from the wall to the ground, the middle-aged driver's body made a crisp sound of broken bones, and he couldn't help but let out a scream regardless of how much pain his squinted eyes were.

When the other drivers huddled on the ground and wailed, they were so frightened that they urinated en masse, and their eyes looked at the weekend as if they were looking at the devil.

"Cowardly dog!" Weekend smiled disdainfully, and then raised his feet and walked towards the men who were lying on the ground wailing.

"No...... No...... Hero...... Don't hit us...... Ancestors...... Top dog...... Grandfather...... Don't hit us ......"

On the weekend, he walked towards these men step by step, and these glamorous men retreated towards the wall of the dead corner of the alley while begging for mercy, their eyes full of horror and cowardice. They sit on the ground or half-lie on the ground and step back, and with each step back, a urine mark appears on the ground, like a pig in a pigsty without limbs.

Soon, these men were cornered against the wall, they had no way out, there was no way, they could only look at the weekend with a helpless look.

Stopping at a place three paces away from them on the weekend, at this time, even though he was dressed as a migrant worker entering the city, he felt as tall and tall as a god in the earth.

"All kneel down for Lao Tzu!"

When he said this on the weekend, he said it in an almost roaring tone, which shocked the eardrums of the dozen or so drivers, and they were afraid of dying of the weekend, and when they heard this, they got up and knelt on the ground, and they kowtowed and begged for mercy after saying it on the weekend...... Grandpa don't hit me......"

Listening to the banging sound of the dozen or so men kowtowing their hair, the weekend who had been gloomy suddenly showed a simple smile: "Actually, Lao Tzu is here to rob money, and if you want to live, take out all the money on your body, otherwise, you will all have to die!" ”

Listening to the words of the king of the mountain on the weekend, all the men took out their wallets one after another, as if they were afraid that they would be killed by the weekend if they were one step slower.

Soon, all the money on them was pooled together, a thick dozen.

"This dog, you crawl and bring this money to Lao Tzu!" Weekend pointed at the middle-aged driver and said coldly in a commanding tone.

The middle-aged driver had just been punched by the weekend and hit the wall, and then fell from the wall more than a meter high, at this time the kneecap had been broken, and he couldn't move when he knelt, and it hurt so much, let alone climb in front of the weekend. However, the weekend was asked to kneel and give the money to the weekend, how could he resist? It's better to grit your teeth and get through it than to anger the end of the week when this evil god is killed, isn't it?

So, the middle-aged driver picked up the thick stack of yen and gritted his teeth and crawled out for the weekend.

"Grandpa, give!" It was only three steps away from the weekend, but it took the middle-aged driver a long time to climb up, and he knelt on the ground, offering the money with both hands, and his eyes were full of fear, lest he would be unhappy on the weekend and reward him with a good meal.

After putting the money in his pocket on the weekend, he raised his foot and kicked the middle-aged driver kneeling in front of him in the face, and the middle-aged driver was kicked upside down by him again, still hitting the wall, and was already burping when he landed.

"Remember, we Huaxia people are not Zhina!"

On the weekend, he turned around and left, leaving a group of men kneeling on the ground with a back that they could never forget for the rest of their lives.

"What are you doing?" That is, at the same time as turning around on the weekend, a woman suddenly asked loudly at the exit of the dead end, and when she looked up, she saw several policemen, the leader of which was a female policeman, who was the one she asked loudly.

Seeing these policemen, Zhou Zhou smiled coldly, raised his feet and walked towards the oncoming policemen, as if the drivers behind him had nothing to do with his half a dime.