"Forty-four!"

The boss is a thin man about forty years old, doing a small business, getting up early every day and being greedy for darkness, wind and rain, the profit is not high, and the money he earns is hard money. You also have to beware of the city management department, which can be described as selling leek boxes made of white flour, and has a heart that is almost selling white powder. Seeing Ren Wujian's impatient appearance, he was afraid that he would run away, so his batter-stained hand grabbed the other party's sleeve vigorously, put his face forward, and said, "Less than fifty yuan, you won't want to repay the debt!" As he spoke, a mouthful of leeks and garlic spurted out of his mouth.

Ren Wujian almost suffocated, the leek box tasted delicious, but it didn't smell good, and he wrinkled his nose and shouted: "Who said that you have to pay the bill!" You let go of me! Hurry up, you filthy baddler! ”

"You don't give money and swear?" The boss even tugged at his clothes and didn't let go.

How could Ren Wujian lack these dozens of yuan, because he saw Tiandao leave, he was already very nervous in his heart, and now he was tightly pressed by the middle-aged boss, and he was even more annoyed in his heart, regardless of a qiē push on the boss's chest, and shouted viciously in his mouth: "Get out!" ”

The middle-aged boss was pushed by him and fell to the ground, fell on all fours, and screamed in pain.

"Yaga, it's really unlucky!" Ren Wujian had a cold face, took out a handful of money from his wallet and smashed it on the middle-aged boss's face, and said coldly: "Despicable guy, do you see it?" My money is enough to buy you a life, eat! You. ”

The middle-aged boss was uncomfortable with chest tightness, but at a glance he saw at least ten hundred-yuan bills scattered on the ground, so he couldn't care about the chest tightness, gritted his teeth, and swallowed the humiliation into his stomach. He also wants dignity, but at the moment, the food and clothing of his family is more important than dignity.

"Isn't it great to be rich?" A young man about twenty years old strode over, only to see that he was wearing a light-colored denim suit, and his hair was dyed blonde with an explosive hairstyle, and he stopped Ren Wujian in all directions.

Ren Wujian said coldly: "Miscellaneous, you dare to stop me?!" ”

The yellow-haired man said loudly: "I am a member of the Flying Bird Regiment Public Security Management Team, a member of the temporary deputy captain Liu Yufei of the Liaohua Street Inspection Team in Xicheng District, Lingjiang City. We mainly ensure law and order in the streets and earnestly safeguard the interests of the people at the grassroots level. ”

The captain of the public security management team is Xie Sanbiao, but he is no longer the Xie Sanbiao of the past, with the continuous expansion of the Flying Bird Regiment, he has more and more things under his jurisdiction, and people are getting busier and busier. And the crow is Tang Yulan's vice-captain, and he is also busy with Tang Yulan's various tasks for a long time.

Because of this, the task of inspecting the streets has also been delegated, and it is held by the core members of the Flying Bird Regiment from time to time, and now it happens that Liu Yufei is the deputy captain, and he is responsible for the street security and other tasks in Xicheng District, Lingjiang City.

Speaking of Liu Yufei's name, I'm afraid there are many people who don't know, if you mention Fat Head Six, many brothers on the road will give a thumbs up.

Fat Head Six is known as the most flexible fat man in Lingjiang City, although his body is bloated, his strength is absolutely strong.

The onlookers around the stall, after hearing the name of the Flying Bird Group, seemed to have planted a needle in their hearts.

The middle-aged boss stuffed a handful of money into his pocket, got up from the ground, rubbed his waist, and said, "Brother Huangmao, you came too timely." My waist is about to break, hurry up and give me justice. 02”

"He said 'Baga' just now, could it be a Japanese national?" A diner who was very close stood up and pointed his index finger at Ren Wujian.

"Yes, most likely." One diner didn't have time to swallow what was in his mouth and muttered.

"Kill him, kill the dog!" There are people who are not afraid of big things to see the excitement shouted.

Ren Wujian looked around in all directions, but there was no inconspicuous gangster in the Flying Bird Regiment, and this group of guys who didn't dare to fart just now actually accused themselves one after another, which shows that the prestige of the Flying Bird Regiment among the masses is also extraordinary.

"Wa people?" There was a hint of disgust in the yellow-haired man's eyes, and he pointed to Ren Wujian's nose and said, "Go, come with me." When the Japanese people arrived in Lingjiang City, the ideological quality should first be properly controlled. ”

Already the crowd began to applaud.

Ren Wujian Bafang was anxious, he came to Lingjiang City to deal with the Flying Bird Regiment, but he didn't expect that before he could make the first move, the little thugs of the Flying Bird Regiment would find him, and seeing Tiandao Yiming gradually walking away, he sneered: "Okay, this is what you asked for." A fist smashed out, hitting the bridge of the yellow-haired man's nose.

The yellow-haired man fell to the ground with his fist, his nose bone was broken, and two lines of nosebleeds were splashed on the ground, and the red spots were shocking.

Ren Wujian snorted coldly and turned to leave.

When the news of Huang Mao's beating reached the Red Lady Bar, Fat Head Six was chatting with MSQ on the computer, and he was now a diamond-level fat man, and many models and movie actresses expressed their admiration for him.

Suddenly, hearing that Huang Mao was beaten, the angry fat head swept the high-end all-in-one computer worth 16,000 to the ground, and shouted: "It's the other way around, there are still Japanese people in Xicheng District who dare to do something to our Flying Bird Regiment, and use patrol detachments to block the streets around Liaohua Street, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find out this person for me." ”

Some people provided photos of Ren Wujian to the Flying Bird Regiment.

Fat Head Six ordered his subordinates to post the photos to the mobile phones of the members of the patrol team, and sat on the sofa with a gloomy face waiting for the news.

After more than half an hour, the news came through Guò's mobile phone.

"Brother Liu, something is wrong. I lost contact with Rhubarb and his group, and I couldn't find them no matter how much I called. ”

Rhubarb's real name is Huang Dajun, and the brothers in the Flying Bird Regiment gave him the nickname Rhubarb in order to call him cordial. This rhubarb has a bold temperament, and he doesn't care about these things at all, and he is also very arrogant on weekdays. However, his kung fu is not ambiguous at all, and he has been practicing Bajiquan with his father since he was a child.

As the saying goes, "Tai Chi doesn't go out for ten years, and Baji kills people a year." ”

Because of the thick foundation of rhubarb martial arts, coupled with his informality, he is very valued by the fat head six. The people in his group, Marco, are all the elite of the Flying Birds.

There were six or seven people in this team, all of whom had special skills, and now they were so confused.

Fat Head Six walked back and forth in the room, thought about it, picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number, and ordered, "No matter what, find Rhubarb and them." Start with the streets they patrol, the missing places. Also, if you find the Japanese people, do not act rashly, and report any situation to the present immediately. ”

After hanging up the phone, Fat Head Six suddenly felt irritable in his heart.

"I hope it's because the network signal of the communication company is not good and the coverage is not in place." The fat-headed six muttered to himself, and within two minutes of sitting back on the sofa, Huo Ran got up, took off the windbreaker from the drying rack, draped it on his body, and strode out.

Fat Head Six decided to investigate the situation himself.