The iron friendship is only four, the same window, carried a gun, prostituted, and dirty, and now has the same window, prostitution together, this is not good, the child is too, don't take it bad. As for the other one, it is certain that it will be divided again in the future, and now it is necessary to deepen the relationship between iron, and it is not possible to carry a gun together, but it is considered to have fought together.

So, Mao Yulong, with the justice driven by utilitarianism, crossed the three layers inside and the three layers outside to watch the lively crowd, and joined the war group with a bench.

Originally, a big battle like this kind of group fighting, especially seeing that both sides were well-dressed and well-nourished, the people knew that this was a fight between two noble families, and it was not something that the people could mix at all. But this place in the capital is different from other places, the people here really have the nature of watching the excitement and not being afraid of chaos, and give full play to this disposition that is called incisive, not participating is not the same as not watching the excitement, and the mouth continues to cheer for the two sides in the war group, whether it is just right or good, anyway, everyone is excited to shout.

Mao Yulong, dressed in a Confucian shirt, rushed into the battle group with a bench that he didn't know whose house it was, which made everyone's eyes shine, of course, in exchange for a shocking voice, which made Mao Yulong's adrenal secretion increase again, and the force value increased several times.

However, in the applause, the people also felt sorry for the inadequacy of this scribe, the sons of the nobles of the people eat the dog, and your brother and the commoners will definitely not end well, the first one, in order to calm the consequences, the name of a scapegoat has been roaring towards you. Hundreds of people are beaten, and under the absolute advantage of the other party, it is really more than you, and there is no less than you, a new army, it has to be an army, you are alone, you can only be regarded as sending people to be beaten. The original intention of the applause was - look, another fool has gone up and been beaten. As a result, Mao Yulong didn't think so, he firmly established a principle, to fight in a group, you have to look at a big fight, don't look at it face to face, if that's the case, he is a god, and he will be beaten violently, until he catches one and fights in the next life. In particular, the thief captures the king first, which is an absolute rule whether in war or in a fight.

Mao Yulong had already observed the leader of Lierao outside the battlefield, so when he rushed in, he ran directly to the side where there were many people, the one standing at the back, wearing a standard squidrel, like a butterfly.

As soon as this guy is the leader of this group of evil slaves, as long as he is knocked down, the fat man's side will achieve an absolute victory. Without saying a word, the bench smashed on the back of this guy, and with this pig-like scream, the stool in Mao Yulong's hand was also torn apart.

The boss of his own house was attacked by others, and let out that familiar scream, so that the house slaves who were fighting suddenly turned around, and saw a tall scribe holding two bench legs in his forehand, stepping on his master's back, pointing around with the bench legs, and yelling: "Stop, stop me, otherwise the next time the master will not smash his back, but open his head." ”

The momentum of justice can absolutely suppress evil, and the two sides immediately stopped fighting, looking at this god-like guy in surprise.

At this time, the panting fat man strode in front of Mao Yulong, stretched out his thumb at that time, and praised Mao Yulong: "Okay, you are really my good senior and good buddy." Then he said to Mao Yulong: "I admire you even more, as a mere civilian, you dare to knock the current prince of Qi to the ground and trample on your feet, I seem to see your dark future." ”

Mao Yulong's heart chuckled, and he immediately understood that his impulsiveness was a little excessive. Although the Duke of Qi is already outdated, the outdated Kuomintang is still the Duke of the Kuomintang, and he is just a mere white ding, beating an outdated prince of the Duke of Qi, and this major crime committed below is detained on the head.

Just when everyone was smiling and waiting for Mao Yulong's fart to be rolling and urinating, and begging for help from the prince of Qi at his feet, Mao Yulong smiled at the fat man and said: "I am your classmate, for justice, and to help you, so you will definitely carry this black pot for me." ”

The fat man replied neatly: "It's true that you are my classmate, but we have just met today, and I don't need to carry the black pot for someone I just met and am not familiar with." For the sake of justice, that's even more nonsense, because this fight is about me, because the reason for this fight is that I lost to him the war horse under my crotch, and I want to pay the bill, so from the perspective of the whole process, justice should be under your feet. ”

Mao Yulong was completely stunned, the wood carving clay sculpture was made, and he deeply regretted that he had no right to speak without investigation, you see this matter, even if it is a lawsuit, he will not make a reason, so what are you waiting for?

The people voiced his heart: "This son, the gods are fighting, mortals don't need to mix, don't run away." ”

Run? If he really runs away, then his future is absolutely dark and boundless, and even if he moves out of the domineering uncle, it will definitely not make any difference. So at this time, you must not run, but you must pull people into the water, that is, you must drag this damn fat man to jump into the river.

So he didn't say a word, pulled up the fat man and ran out of the crowd, and while running, he let the whole world hear the loud voice: "Hello chat, I'll help you fight, you give me 50 taels of silver, settle everything, fight, I'm done fighting, hurry up and cash in the silver for me." ”

The fat man was pulled by Mao Yulong and ran inexplicably: "Have I ever been?" Do I need a help in a fight? But seeing the knowing eyes of the people around him, the fat man knew that he must top the tank for this guy.

"Hey, hey, we've won, why are you pulling me away?"

Mao Yulong said angrily: "Pull you to jump into the river." ”

The two of them rushed along the street, ran not far away, turned directly into an alley, and then went around and around, there was no sound behind them, as for the fat man's house slaves, there was no need to worry about their danger at all.

The brawls between the gentlemen and the disciples, the subordinates are all measured, everyone is at the same level, the backstage is the same, and they are really going to kill people, just for the sake of face, and the other party will definitely not give up, and when the backstage boss comes on the field, it will completely make things bigger. So everyone has a sense of proportion in their hands, they can be injured and disabled, and in the end, they can pay some medical expenses, and there will be no danger to their lives at all. And some of the slaves were willing to be wounded and maimed, and when they were wounded, they had a great sum of silver; If you are disabled, then congratulations, you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life, and the main family will get you a daughter-in-law.