"What are you looking at?" The Indian patrol gently tapped his left hand with a baton, and his face was not good. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Wenqiang slowly turned his face, looked at this "red-headed Ah San", paused, and said lightly: "I'm watching the sunrise." ”

The red-headed Ah San was very unhappy, this person was dressed decently, but he was not the capital who could look at him with a disapproving look. What he wants to see is a humble nod and a bowed attitude, well, as long as he is tougher, as long as he says, "Come with me to the patrol room", it will definitely scare this guy into urinating, and maybe he can get extra money.

"I suspect that you are going to behave badly with that lady, so come with me to the patrol room and be interrogated." The red-headed Ah San stepped forward and said arrogantly.

Chen Wenqiang frowned, looking at this bastard who didn't know whether to live or die. I have heard the rumors of indiscriminate killing of innocents in the patrol room, and it can be seen from the brutal behavior of this red-headed Ah San that what he said is true.

The red-headed Ah San was even more angry at Chen Wenqiang's scrutinizing gaze, and without saying a word, he picked up the baton and hit him.

Chen Wenqiang dodged slightly, swung his right fist, and slammed it on the chin of the tall red-headed Ah San. This punch knocked the red-headed Ah San dizzy and took two steps back. Left and right, Chen Wenqiang hit Ah San's abdomen with two hook punches in succession like a sandbag, causing Ah San to bend his body. Taking a step back in a chic manner, Chen Wenqiang let out a hearty "roar", and his big foot kicked Ah San's face firmly from the bottom up.

Ah San fell down with blood on his face, unconscious, and he couldn't see Chen Wenqiang pouting at him with a middle finger. Of course, he didn't know that Zhao Dayi, who ran over, stepped on his throat viciously.

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The morning breeze blew in their ears, the air was cool and fresh, and Chen Wenqiang and Zhao Dayi ran briskly through the quiet streets. After turning two alleys, I slowed down. Next to it are shops that are still closed, and empty trucks lined up or around food stalls.

Even if he ran away, Chen Wenqiang's face was smiling, and now he was laughing even more. Holding Zhao Dayi's shoulder, Chen Wenqiang said with a smile, intermittently, "Ah San, India Ah San, it, the whole country is a colony of the British, and they still run here, and they look like dogs." Well? You say, you say it's ridiculous, no? ”

Zhao Dayi didn't understand very much, but he also scolded with a smile: "These red-headed Ah San are very violent, and the rickshaw drivers and cart pushers especially hate them." That guy dared to be rude with his eldest brother just now, and he deserved to send him to see Hades. ”

Chen Wenqiang restrained his smile a little and praised: "You are good, since you have done it, you will do it thoroughly, and those few feet are good." ”

"Big brother is a celebrity now, so he can't have a photo in the newspaper or something." Zhao Dayi grinned and explained: "If he is spared, in case he identifies the eldest brother, it will always be a troublesome matter." ”

Well, well, Chen Wenqiang nodded again and again, a little impressed by Zhao Dayi. Don't look at Zhao Dayi's rough appearance, there is such a consideration, it is very good, it can be of great use!

The sun rose, the sky lit up, Chen Wenqiang paused, Zhao Dayi stepped forward to take a look, and shook his head at him. An old woman lay beside the ditch, one arm covered with skin and bones, resting weakly on her eye, and the other hand lying on the ground.

Every day there are deaths, how many people who lie in various places for the night, will never get up again? Chen Wenqiang looked back uncontrollably, saw the old man's thinning hair, and also caught a glimpse of a dodging figure.

"Someone followed." Chen Wenqiang frowned slightly, and reminded in a low voice: "Don't look back, pretend to be okay, and move forward." ”

Ah Mao followed the two people in front of him, dodging seemed to be a subconscious action, he really wanted to see it well, and even rushed up to bow to the ground, and since then he has followed the little impulse of these two good men who dare to beat the red-headed Ah San.

In Shanghai, Ah Mao has no less hardships, and batons and slaps are common. At the same time, he also learned a lot of vices, stealing, and was beaten more as a result.

The strong and powerful people that we usually see either oppress the good or bully the weak; And when he saw the patrol, he had a flattering face, and Ah Mao looked down on him. Like the two in front of him, alas, they turned into the alley and disappeared, and Ah Mao quickly ran up, but he almost ran into a Chinese patrol with a baton and teeth.

"Little red guy, blind!" The patrol glared, threw away the toothpick, and was about to do it.

The cat slid very much, staggered to get away, and then jumped left and right, throwing off the patrol, leaving a string of scolding behind him.

Entering the alley, there was no one in sight, Ah Mao was anxious, and sped up to catch up. As soon as he passed through a gate, a big hand stretched out from the doorway and grabbed the cat's neck.

Chen Wenqiang looked at the cat struggling in Zhao Dayi's powerful hands, as long as he didn't speak, the red cat would soon turn into a purple face, and then suffocate to death.

"Let him go." Chen Wenqiang's voice was not high, he not only recognized the young man who had robbed Caifeng jewelry in the night market, but also peeped at the almost collision between the young man and the patrol just now, he was sure that this young man did not want to denounce them.

Zhao Dayi hesitated for a moment and slowly let go of his hand. The cat clutched his neck, almost collapsed, bent over, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.

"Come with us." This is not the place to speak, Chen Wenqiang simply ordered, turned around and pulled Zhao Dayi, and walked forward.

Ah Mao's breath was fixed, and when he looked up, the two figures were almost out of the alley, he quickly quickened his pace, regardless of the pain in his throat, and chased away.

Chen Wenqiang and Zhao Dayi stopped in the square opposite the Holy Family Nursery, and the restaurant had already opened, so they sat under the sackcloth tent outside the store and asked for breakfast. Ah Mao hesitated not to get too close, and it was not until Chen Wenqiang beckoned to him that he slowly moved over.

"Eat." Chen Wenqiang looked at Ah Mao, the kind of eyes that he couldn't forget faded, and some of them couldn't be seen.