A cold wind hit.

Zhao Gangyi didn't need to look back to know that someone behind him was looking at him with a machete.

The owner of the machete is not a good hand, so the machete is not coquettish.

Zhao Gangyi had 10,000 ways to dodge, but Zhao Gangyi didn't dodge.

He saw Yellow Fur's eyes widen in horror, then he rushed to his side, grabbed his hand, and pulled himself back.

Burst.

The machete slashed at Huang Mao's shoulder.

It just so happened that Huang Mao took a step back, so the knife didn't cut deeply.

Several of Huang Mao's subordinates had already rushed to him.

Bang bang bang.

It only took a few punches for the knifeman to be knocked to the ground.

It seems that this is not a master.

"Damn!"

Huang Mao held the wound on his shoulder, looked at Zhao Gangyi and said, "Brother Gangyi, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine."

Zhao Gangyi smiled and said, "Your reaction is really fast enough." Don't know if I can dodge? ”

"This, knowing is knowing, but where can I manage so much at that time."

Huang Mao smiled bitterly and said, "I saw that person slashing at you, and I just... And they rushed up. ”

"Let's bandage it."

Zhao Gangyi said, "It seems that there should be no bones." ”

"Well, minor injuries."

Huang Mao said, turning his head to look at the young man who was being pressed to the ground, and said, "Who sent you?" ”

"The yellow hair of my grass and mud horse, Lao Tzu is avenging the young owner!"

Although the man called himself Lao Tzu, he seemed to be a young man under the age of twenty.

"Oh? Or is it Cao Qing's diehard? ”

Huang Mao took off his clothes and let his men bandage his wounds, then raised his foot, stepped on the head of the man on the ground, and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?" ”

"I won't let you go if I die, it was you who killed the young owner!"

The young man shouted angrily.

"Then you really have to die."

Huang Mao's face sank and said, "Throw it into the river." ”

"Wait."

Zhao Gangyi said suddenly.

Huang Mao turned his head, looked at Zhao Gangyi and asked, "Brother Gangyi, what's wrong?" ”

"I'll come and see this man."

Zhao Gangyi walked in front of the man, and then squatted down.

Looking at the hideous look on the man's face, as well as the immaturity and fear that could not be concealed under the hideousness, Zhao Gangyi said with a smile, "Who are you working for?" ”

"I'll avenge the young owner!"

The man cried out, "You're a murderer, I'm going to kill you." ”

"Revenge, well, this is a good thing, it shows that you are a person who values love and righteousness, do you want to kill me? But you see, you can't kill me. Zhao Gangyi said seriously.

"Phew."

The young man wanted to raise his head and spit on Zhao Gangyi's face, but his head was pressed and he could only spit on the ground, making his movements somewhat funny.

"If Huang Mao hadn't stopped you just now, you would have died."

The young man said unconvinced.

"Do you really think so?"

Zhao Gangyi said, and suddenly slammed his fist to the ground.

The sudden punch made the young man's whole body tremble, because the fist was only less than five centimeters away from his face.

The whistling energy made the young man's hair blow, and when the gust of energy blew across his face, the young man even felt a burst of pain.

What a domineering liliang this is.

Zhao Gangyi squatted on the ground, his fist hit the slate, the slate was dented, and the cement slab was broken into several pieces.

Zhao Gangyi retracted his fist and said, "Look, do you think you killed me?" ”

The young man was silent, looking at the pit beside him, the young man swallowed his saliva and said, "No matter what, I will kill you." ”

"Haha."

Zhao Gangyi suddenly got up, and then slapped the young man in the face, saying, "Why did you kill me?" How old are you? You know the, you have a daddy, right? Do you have relatives and friends? Aren't you afraid that you will provoke me and I will kill them all? ”

The young man's face changed, and he said angrily, "Grass mud horse, you dare to touch my parents to try it!" ”

"Look, you have parents who still come to kill me, this is tantamount to suicide, suicide, how unfilial, right, I'm going to kill you, your parents have to send white-haired people to black-haired people, so the last thing I want to see in my life is you seventeen or eighteen-year-old gangsters, a bowl of dumplings and a few buns in exchange for your so-called life-and-death friendship, I don't know what means Cao Qing used to make you still so desperate for him, but I want you to understand that people die like lights going out, Cao Qing is dead, and if you don't want to die, Just haode back to your parents, don't mess with people or gangsters, look at your neck, what is this? Tattoos? How old do children get tattoos? Damn, Young Master Ben hates you fools. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Gangyi slapped him directly, "You said that you followed a boss, what can you do if you mix well?" Bullying? Or do you want to be the boss too? You ask Huang Mao, now let him study or let him mix, choose a path for him, which one will he choose? ”

"I'll definitely read." Huang Mao had already understood what Zhao Gangyi meant at this time, and hurriedly said seriously, "Reading is more than mixing with a way out, you look at me, now I have been slashed by you, maybe I will be shot one day, bah, bah, what I am saying is uncertain, so I say, mix with us, even if you mix well, maybe you will have to die on the street one day, you children, it is better to study hard at this age." ”

"I'm not going to kill you today, because I don't want to see your mom and dad grieve for your death."

Zhao Gangyi said, "The next time I see you again, I will kill you." ”

After speaking, Zhao Gangyi stood up and said to Huang Mao, "Take a beating, don't be disabled, and then send it to the hospital." ”

"Okay."

Huang Mao nodded.

After the young man was sent away, Huang Mao said cautiously, "Brother Gangyi, are you planning to educate that person to be good?" ”

Zhao Gangyi smiled and said, "He is about the same age as me, such a young man, it is better to live than to die, but he slashed you, and it is impossible to have nothing, so let him suffer a little flesh and skin, I don't like to see dead people after all, especially these young people who have nothing to do." And, if he goes back alive, maybe it will make you less troublesome. ”

Looking at Zhao Gangyi, although Zhao Gangyi is only an eighteen-year-old young man, but I don't know how, Huang Mao just has a feeling of looking at his elders.

This feeling made Huang Mao more respectful to Zhao Gangyi.

"Good job."

Zhao Gangyi patted Huang Mao's shoulder, "This injury is not bad." ”

Huang Mao smiled and said, "If it goes a little deeper, it will be more shocking." ”

"Shock you ball, by the way, the person who asked you to help me check, did you find it?" Zhao Gangyi asked.

"Scar-eyed?"

"Hmm!"