Chang'an was originally an imperial city, and the "Chang'an" on the outskirts of Wanzhou is certainly not a real place name.

Temple Street is the real name, and it can be seen that Wanzhou, a wild place in the past dynasties, is still self-aware of the "weakness" of its own cultural inheritance.

It's just that when the boy appeared in this area, in a sense, it could be regarded as making up for this invisibly.

But behind the neon flashes in front of them, what can those teenagers who indulge and waste their time know?

Naturally, they don't know that they are just immersed in their own world, with a mentality that Lao Tzu is the sky, with a so-called hot blood, muddy, false prosperity, and wasting their youth.

When the teenager appeared in this prosperity, the convoy not far away was dazzling, mostly some modified motorcycles, of course, some luxury cars, all kinds of boys and girls, in the smoke, the roar of the engine, the collision of wine bottles, the sound of laughter, applause, like a carnival, but behind the joy, there are screams and blood!

A bloodstained teenager, his hands were tied, dragged behind a locomotive, his glasses were already crooked, one of them was broken, the corners of his mouth were oozing blood, and he was scarred, and the locomotive was starting the engine, and the smoke roared, spraying on the young man's face, screaming and coughing overlapped.

A young man on the locomotive, with an inch head, and the eagle tattoo on his arm looks exquisite, but this "rough" face, his eyes are extremely fierce, he looked back at the injured teenager, and took a sip, as if he was not looking at a human being at all, but looking at a plaything.

"Zhao Bing, did you kid read your brain badly? You haven't even heard of us Thirteen Eagles, have you? The tough guy who pretended to be Nimabi, if he was smarter, he promised us, and went back to explain to the old immortal Zhao Jia in your family, and we won't embarrass you! Otherwise, it's just an appetizer! I cleaned you up tonight, and in a few days, your lovely sister Zhao Huan will have to ......"

The young man with the flying eagle tattoo, speaking of this, showed an obscene look in his eyes, sneered, stepped on the accelerator and stopped, the young man on the ground, the glasses had already flown out horizontally, and as soon as the inertia came up, his head was directly mounted on the wheel behind the locomotive, making a muffled sound.

In the crowd of onlookers, the vast majority of boys and girls seemed to be accustomed to this, and even many people were not interested in this, but set their eyes on a few luxury cars not far away.

The highlight of tonight is the drag racing competition between the Thirteen Eagles and the Taidang two clubs, as for Zhao Bing, a little scumbag, how to clean it up, these clubs are young boys and girls, and they don't care much at all.

As long as no one lives, in the eyes of these blind and hot-blooded bad boys and girls, it is not a big deal at all.

Because they are sure of one thing, that is, as long as the sky falls in the territory of Wanzhou, Mr. Jiang will carry them on their back.

Recently, what made their adrenohores explode the most was not the "showy" Zhao Jia at all, but the factional dispute between the Thirteen Eagles and the Tai Party.

Whoever can finally get Mr. Jiang's reuse will be the head of the community in Wanzhou.

And Mr. Jiang is one of the ground snakes mentioned by Lei Ping'an and Zhao Jia and others.

These young boys and girls gathered on Temple Street, of course, don't know that the so-called Mr. Jiang is above him, and there are other people, except for those club leaders, no one is interested in these, they only know that it is an "honor" to be able to join the club!

Even among these people, many people have been bullied, but when they join this so-called "domineering" club, they lose themselves, often become more serious, and become the people who push the dark tentacles of the campus......

"Brother Yue, what should I do, this kid has a very hard mouth, I don't see any color, he won't talk to that old guy!"

The young man on the locomotive looked at a young man in a "flower shirt" in front of the crowd, as if he was waiting for this person's final order.

Not far away, someone in one of the luxury cars had already poked his head out and shouted in this direction, with a faint provocation in his tone.

"Moon Eagle, you're still doing hair, isn't it comparable?! Or are you going to make a phone call to Mr. Jiang? Hehe, there are birds to use, I am willing to gamble and lose, whoever loses today, Zhao Huan's affairs, who will bear it! The same goes for that kid! ”

Moon Shadow smiled, her face was gloomy, she just replied, okay, and then walked towards the Zhao soldier and squatted down.

Smack!

He slapped Zhao Bing several times in a row, but he didn't smile, and wiped the blood on his hands to Zhao Bing's clothes, which could no longer find many finished cloths.

"Boy, listen to Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu is not the kind of gangster you think, originally, I don't want to do anything to a four-eyed field chicken like you, but your grandfather is really annoying......"

He squatted again, leaned into the ear of Zhao Bing, whose mouth was already red and swollen, and said word by word: "Boy, last time your sister was lucky, I won't talk about it, this time, if you don't agree to us go back and burn those bullshit brochures, it won't take a few days, I Yueying can assure you, you can also imagine what kind of immortal your sister will be when she faces more than a dozen of our brothers, understand?" ”

Zhao Bing heard the end, his facial features had become hideous, although he was weak, but under the influence of his ears and eyes, his father's military temperament was still inherited, and his blood was even hotter, real blood.

"If you have a kind, you will kill Lao Tzu, otherwise, if you dare to touch my sister, Lao Tzu will not read the book, and it will not make you feel better!"

Zhao Bing's eyes were red, his lips were almost bitten blood, and he squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth word by word.

Moon Eagle's eyes sank, and before he could attack, Zhao Bing had already spat a mouthful of blood and slapped it straight at the face of Moon Eagle, the leader of the thirteen eagles.

"Grass Nima!"

Where would Yueying eat this, got up and kicked his feet directly, and kicked directly at Zhao Bing's abdomen, screaming again, after all, he was a weak scholar, no matter how hard he was, how could he withstand this kind of violent beating.

Moon Eagle lit a cigarette and looked at the young man on the locomotive.

"Old ghost, don't kill anyone, paralyzed, if it weren't for Mr. Jiang's recent explanation, Lao Tzu would kill this waste tonight!"

As soon as the words fell, the old ghost of the man with the inch head of the locomotive nodded, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, Zhao Bing's whole person directly rubbed against the ground, and even the range of struggle gradually decreased.

Moon Eagle didn't take a second look at it at all, and with a flick of his cigarette butt, surrounded by many teenagers and girls from the Thirteen Eagle Society, he walked towards the luxury car not far away.

The drag racing drama seems to have just begun......

In the night, a figure strolls in.

His divine sense had already been swept away, and after hearing the names of Zhao Jia and Zhao Huan, he had already guessed the identity of the young man.

But he didn't make a move at the first time, he was hesitating, he wanted to be reasonable, but now he ......

If he uses violence to counter violence, it seems to go against his original intention, after all, most of these lost teenagers and girls can still make amends, which is why he insisted on reasoning at the beginning.

But now, all he saw was a numb, even excited face, as if the young man had been so humiliated and beaten as a matter of course in their eyes......

His heart doesn't fluctuate much, since the reason doesn't make sense, let's change the way.

And in fact, he also knows that in order to curb this trend and rip off this big tumor, what is needed is to take action at the source, and the people and forces mentioned by Lei Ping'an are the ones he will eventually deal with, as for these teenagers, no matter what, he is too lazy to be merciful.

But he saw a figure flashing, the dark strength in his hand turned into a knife, and the rope that tied Zhao Bing's hands had been cut alive, he walked away, and a true yuan breath spread away, that Zhao Bing only felt a burst of coolness, and for some reason, the feeling of falling apart all over his body eased a lot.

When he looked up, he saw a figure like a god, standing in front of him, not looking tall, but it gave him an indescribable sense of tranquility, or rather, a sense of protection like a harbor.

Crowd commotion!

Even the major event of drag racing that was about to start was suppressed by the sudden appearance of this person.

All this happened in a few breaths of time, the locomotive in front of him lost its balance, the old ghost fell a lot, scolding at the same time, not only the moon eagle, but also another luxury car drilled out a bald-headed scar-faced youth, his eyes were suspicious, and he was already heading towards this head.

He is the big leader of the Tai Party, and his nickname is the person who is too Z.

The person who can get to the position of the big boss in several major societies in Wanzhou, although he is not a martial artist, but among people of the same age, whether it is means or other aspects, he must have an outstanding, but this kind of outstandingness is used in the wrong place.

"Moon Eagle, it seems that you can't wipe your own shit, and you're still in the mood to make an appointment tonight, hehe, I think you better solve your own problems first."

Moon Eagle ignored the prince's cynicism, but stared at the young man standing with his back to his back, strangely, it looked ordinary, but it gave people an inexplicable coercion.

When he came to the position of Moon Eagle, he often dealt with Mr. Jiang, naturally he was not a rookie who had never seen the world, a person in the martial arts forces, this person had not been seen uncommonly, in terms of skills, the young man in front of him seemed to be like that, but his eyes gave people an indescribable coldness.

This feeling is like the immortal Buddha on the divine case, overlooking all living beings!

Yue Ying shook his neck to calm himself down, and over there, the old ghost who had fallen not lightly limped over, first glanced at Xu Yun, and no matter how this guy broke the rope, relying on the crowd and the temple street, he roared, and with a force of his legs and feet, he raised his legs and kicked over, thinking that even if this guy ate the leopard's gall, he didn't dare to hide.

"Grass Nima, the affairs of our thirteen eagles, you dare to take care of it?!"

The young man's figure flashed, and everyone's eyes didn't have time to catch it, and they had already seen the old ghost take off with his whole person, and the leg that kicked over was turned outward into a "7" at a weird and terrifying angle, broken!

The screams tore through the space, howling like a pig.

The young man's face was cold, and the sword light was also cold.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen junior brothers of the Thirteen Eagle Society behind Moon Eagle had already run to the car not far away, holding a mountain knife and stick, and the eagle looked at the wolf, just waiting for Moon Eagle's words.

People who can fight, it's not that they haven't seen it, at least they haven't met someone who can withstand dozens of people slashing violently, unless it is a master of those martial arts forces, but that kind of person, within the scope of Wanzhou, as long as anyone who is a little famous, will not be able to be an enemy of them.

After all, behind them, there is Mr. Jiang as a backer......

"Who are you? Meet Zhao Jia? Or is it nosy? ”

Yueying spoke in a deep voice, and over there, Taidang and others were also approaching, no matter what, the fight between factions is one thing, and outsiders come to make trouble and show off, which is another thing.

"Someone you can't afford to mess with."

The boy spoke lightly.

He knew that it was unnecessary to be reasonable, he hadn't spoken from beginning to end, these people were already "dancing knives and guns", if it wasn't him Xu Qingqiong who saved people today, I am afraid these people would not let him go so easily.

The ridicule has sounded, and then it has evolved into laughter, the two societies and some marginal people, a total of more than 100 people, and there are knives and sticks in hand, and even in the car not far away, there are gunfire, this guy can even slap a swollen face and become fat, and say such big words, which can be regarded as an "eye-opener" for them.

"So, Zhao Huan's matter was also done by you?"

The boy asked again, his eyes indifferent.

"So what?"

Yue Ying took a mountain knife from his subordinates, checked it, and looked at him, no matter what, at this moment, it was absolutely impossible for him to lose face in front of his subordinates and the people of the Tai Dang.

The young man glanced at the mountain opening knife in Yueying's hand, his eyes turned, swept around, shook his head slightly, and said: "The general environment is wrong, and you may not be clean......

"Don't talk nonsense, won't you be able to do something, Brother Eagle, cut him!"

"Yes, hack him!"

"What kind of stuff, running to Temple Street to pretend to be compared, really think we are 'Xiamen University'?"

The people of the Thirteen Hawks faction roared, their swords shining brightly, and the shadows of their sticks rounded.

The wind is up!