The middle-aged man who was standing in front of the muck truck at the head and commanding, surnamed Ren, didn't know what his specific name was Xiaohu, but everyone else called him "Old Devil".

It is the manager invited by Li Quan's side, and his main project is similar to Ye Lei Zeng Rui.

Li Quan provides the general direction to find relationships, and the old devil is responsible for solving some small contradictions and thorny problems.

The old devil has debuted for many years, although he has never been top-notch, but he is still somewhat famous.

So much so that even Xiaohu and Hook, who have a big brother dream, actually know him, and they are quite polite to him in ordinary contact.

What's more is that a player of the rank of the old devil is actually on par with Li Fugui in the city, but the problem is that the main sphere of influence of the people is the transformed northern suburbs of the city, and only he is the local fighter here.

The old devil has been in the suburbs for decades, and he hasn't fallen yet, and he has a good life. This shows that the old devil is still a little capable in the suburbs.

If you want to say anything to blow a whistle and respond to it, it must be bragging. But if you call a hooligan ruffian in the vicinity to come over and make a few punches or something, the old devil is confident that he can still do it!

"Brother Ren, what do you mean by this?"

Walking to the opposite side of the old demon, Xiaohu asked a little irritably, and his attitude was not as respectful as before.

Kamba and Hook also followed one after another, pulling Xiaohu on the side, afraid that he would make some drastic moves.

The old demon glanced at the kamba and hook that was pulling the little tiger, and squinted his eyes and asked, "What are you doing with the little tiger, let go of it." Woo chirp, you're too big and you're not afraid to pull the eggs, why do you still want to do it here? ”

Some people who run on the road have always felt good about themselves and are overestimating themselves.

Especially if you usually treat him a little more respectfully, he will really regard himself as a big brother after a long time.

The old devil didn't command the unloading of the car, put his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows, and shouted: "Lao Tzu has to take out the garbage here, and you have to get the consent of your little, right?" ”

There was a lot of disdain in his words, and he didn't take Xiaohu and the others in his eyes at all.

Xiaohu stiffened his neck and replied: "It's not that there is no elimination field, what is the matter with you falling here, who will clean it up for you?" ”

"Collect your MB! In this film, Lao Tzu can fall wherever he wants! I didn't know who I was after two days in the north of Tama City? Running to the suburbs, I want Lao Tzu to give you a re-education of the old peasant and the stick, right? ”

Xiaohu was indeed holding back the fire, and his angry face was blue and purple. But the state of the old devil is completely different, this set of sets of pointing at the little tiger's nose and scolding his own son.

"Don't step on a horse, there's something going on!"

Campa frowned on the side and replied, after playing with Xiaohu for a long time, he also has a general understanding of Xiaohu's character, and at this time he is almost at the limit of Xiaohu's patience.

"you M's! What do I have to say to you little b-cubs? Now Lao Tzu's garbage is dumped here, do you want to be convinced? ”

Xiaohu hasn't broken out yet, but the old devil has risen first. He shouted at Kamba at the top of his lungs.

With the old devil shouting, the muck truck jumped down one by one. Within two minutes, at least a dozen people jumped down from the six muck trucks, surrounding the three of Xiaohu.

Thinking about it carefully, the number of people in Ye Kee's gang has always been the lowest equipment for running on the road.

Whether it is Zeng Rui, Zhang Peng, or Yida, these leaders are not the kind of people who like to put on a show, and they will not say what to do before and after hugging a large group of people.

And as soon as the situation in front of them suddenly appeared, the disadvantage of their kind of soldiers in not many was highlighted.

There were more than a dozen of them on the other side, and they were still holding all kinds of guys in their hands, obviously prepared!

The old devil didn't even have to appear on his own, and stood alone outside the circle. A middle-aged man with a large shaved head, a leather jacket and a black vest, and a gold necklace the thickness of a little thumb around his neck. Athletic, it fits the standards of this country perfectly.

"What are you going to do in the suburbs?" The middle-aged man stared at the beads in his eyes and shouted at the three of them.

"Who are you! Let you clean up the garbage, you still have to clean up the society, right? ”

Campa is relatively simple, and he is also disgusted by this kind of behavior of putting on a scene and playing a picture if he doesn't agree with him, so he asked.

"Lao Tzu is now asking you if you want to do the whole thing!"

The middle-aged man asked again, pointing at Kanba, almost poking into Kanba's eyes.

"What's the matter, you're going to kill me for the whole thing?"

The hook on the side put his hands in his pockets and smiled with a dark face.

"You ride a horse and see if Lao Tzu can kill you!"

The middle-aged man grabbed the collar of the hook with both hands, and planned to pull him up directly.

"Whoa!"

As soon as the hook hand was raised, the middle-aged hand was opened, and a handful of imitation Liusi was taken out of his pocket and put on the middle-aged man's forehead.

"Move! I'll kill you! ”

The hook shouted coldly, and the scene was once aroused.

"Huh!"

The middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket without care, and lowered his head to light it.

"Poof! Poof! ”

Two more jumped out of a muck truck closest to Xiaohu and the three of them, both of whom were seventeen or eighteen years old and thought they were dressed in a trendy fashion.

Among them, the most conspicuous is the *** in their hands.

This kind of *** made by a small private workshop is not very good in terms of accuracy and stability.

It often happens that it rings twice and then it is wasted.

But that doesn't prevent it from having a hot market like this kind of big rural bastard!

It's cheap! Powerful! The most important thing is to hold it in your hand, which is much more bluffing than a small pistol!

The two half-sized men with the fifth company shook their heads and walked towards the crowd, aiming the fifth company in their hands at the hook that imitated June Fourth, with a casual expression.

It seems that as long as the old devil or the middle-aged leader gives an order, the two of them will not hesitate to pull the trigger.

No matter how far the front sight is, if you hit the hook at this distance, the hook will die!

At this time, the old demon stepped forward, and the crowd automatically separated.

"You're a little chicken head under Ye Lei, right?"

The old devil tilted his head and asked at the hook.

The hook didn't say a word, but the imitation June Fourth in his hand didn't let go.

The old devil asked again with a playful expression: "You said you are a little chicken head, what kind of warrior are you pretending to be with me?" That's seven bullets in total, and how many do you think you can kill? ”

The hook still doesn't answer.

"NM!"

Xiaohu shouted, clenched his fists and smashed towards the old devil!

"Bang!"

The old devil stood in place and didn't dodge, and after taking this fist, he waved his big hand, and the gang of horses with iron pipes and wooden squares in their hands swarmed up.

The fastest shot was the middle-aged man on the forehead who was hooked with an imitation of six four, and his hand was quick to run to the hook to grip. The right hand of the gun is grabbed.

"Ding Dong!"

As soon as the hook tried to break free, it was hit by a large iron rod raised by the two people behind him almost at the same time, and his body leaned down, imitating that June Fourth also fell to the ground.