The driver is not young, and he seems to be very jealous of the Ximen Night Market, parking across two streets, and refusing to go any further with money.

We had to get out of the car and walk forward. The taxi kicked the accelerator and left, as if we were not two big living people, but two ghosts!

Don't look at this point, the parking place is lively, and the street is full of all kinds of shampoo rooms, and the doors are not big but they are all lit with red lights. Not far behind him, there is also a small nightclub, full of bright lights.

Seeing that the time was not early, the fat man and I were afraid that we would not be able to find a clue if we went late, so we hurried to the night market. Walking through an alley, I suddenly heard a noise inside, which seemed to be a wail.

There are many alleys in the old town, and they are crooked and stretching for a long time. This wail made us stop and look in unconsciously.

At the end of the alley, there were seven or eight men wearing uniform black trousers and white shirts, all of them with big shoulders and round waists, and colorful tattoos faintly exposed under the raised sleeves.

At this moment, the group of people was surrounding a thin young man, kicking and beating him continuously. The boy fell to the ground and begged for mercy, wailing incessantly.

I'm baked! Lao Tzu exploded in an instant!

There is a way that is bright in broad daylight...... Hey, no! Now it looks like it's night! No matter what, in short, I hate this kind of bullying the weak with more and bullying the weak the most in my life!

I used to go to junior high school in my hometown county, and at that time I was powerless, and when I went to the Internet café at night and saw someone adjusting the little girl, I would rush up to help, even if I showed a knife on the opposite side, I would not flinch.

And now my little brother is a skill, just these little gangsters, I don't even have the qualifications to let me do a warm-up.

Thinking of this, I am Top Gun, sprinkled pride for nine days, roared angrily, and rushed forward without looking back. The fat man is a person who practices martial arts, and it is not in vain to draw a sword to help when he sees injustice, so he runs with me.

This is a heart-wrenching scene, if it is a movie, it is estimated that the soundtrack should be "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold". Who knew that we were halfway through the rush when we suddenly heard the guy who was curled up and fell to the ground actually speak.

"Don't...... Don't fight! Mistake...... Misunderstanding! A few big ...... Big brother, the little monk is looking at the female benefactor...... Evil omen is riddled with special weekends...... The art of cultivation is really a great ...... Grand Duke...... Oops! Other...... Don't kick it......"

Uh-uh-uh...... Why does it sound a little wrong?

The night was thick in the early hours of the morning, and as we rushed over, we saw clearly that the young man who had been beaten by everyone was wearing a dirty gray monk's robe, with a shaved head, obviously a little monk!

However, this little monk stammered, and he didn't know if he was beaten or born.

But his explanation didn't help, the seven or eight white shirts not only didn't stop, but the first one directly spat on his face with a mouthful of thick phlegm, and cursed in a rough voice.

"Phew! Lao Tzu has seen someone eat overlord meals, and I have never heard of someone asking Sister Xiao not to give money! You stinky monk don't inquire, who opened this nightclub? Either give the money, or the brothers will dismantle the parts on your body today to pay off the debt......"

The rest of the crowd shouted one after another, and they greeted each other with fists and kicks.

I braked hard and felt bad! The fat man who followed closely behind him was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped and almost had a "rear-end collision" with me.

Looking for Sister Xiao and not giving money? This...... It's not what I imagined! And this master is still a monk! Oh, my God! Has the world become so amazing......

Although it is wrong to beat someone, but it is right not to pay for consumption? Isn't this a blatant white scoop?! Should it be shot!

At that moment, my mind was spinning, and my instinctive first thought was not to wade into this troubled water, and to slip away before they even knew about us.

Seven or eight white shirts were beaten up, but they didn't notice us, but the little monk who fell to the ground saw it, his eyes lit up, and he screamed at us: "Cousin! My cousin is here! They have ...... Rich ......"

The little monk's voice is sharp and thin, earth-shattering, and the tone is as poignant as the old baozi called Tsubaki, miserable like a wild ghost crying grave, and it sounded in the middle of the night, startling everyone.

The fat man and I were originally cautiously retreating, and were directly petrified by the little monk's voice, and countless black question marks popped up in my heart.

Cousin? Who's his cousin?! Looking back, there was no one else in the alley but us......

I'm baked! Touching porcelain? Slander this is!

At the shout of the little monk, the group of white shirts who were beating him stopped and turned to look at us in unison.

The air froze awkwardly, and the fat man and I instantly realized what a dilemma was, and the little monk's actions were fast.

I saw him crawl out of the white shirts surrounded by him, ran over and hugged me, and howled with tears: "Watch...... Cousin, you ...... You're coming, ...... Settle the bill for me...... It's ......"

I'm so angry that I want to hit someone, who Tema is your cousin! It's possible that I'll blow up your brother!

The stammering monk in front of him is estimated to be less than 1.7 meters tall, skinny as wood, and he is holding me 1.87 meters like an ape climbing a tree, which is very funny.

At such a close distance, I see that he looks like a raw Zhou Zheng, and his skin is also white, but I don't know why he always gives people a feeling of being cheap. A pair of obscene little eyes with shiny hair, revealing a clever energy that can't be hidden.

Perhaps seeing the sad and indignant expression on my face, the stammering monk hurriedly whispered to me, "Brother help...... Help, Jiang ...... The rivers and lakes are in a hurry, so borrow some money to help first, and be grateful...... Not enough, grateful ......"

To be honest, don't look at me from the countryside, but I still have some cleanliness habits, and I really don't want to entangle with this master who is looking for flowers and willows, but he uses both hands and feet, like a dog skin plaster to entangle me, so that I can't get out.

We still have things, how can we have time to make such a fuss with him, there is no way, I can only let him go first, and explain how much it costs.

The stammering monk hugged me and didn't let go, but his expression became active: "No...... Not much, just five ...... Five hundred, five hundred! ”

I don't usually bring any money, and the people who take care of the accounts are fat. But this well-known iron rooster at home and abroad loves money as much as his life, and when it comes to money, the fat man's head shakes like a rattle, and he resolutely disagrees.

The stammering monk was anxious: "It's all ...... You are all cultivators, how can you ...... How can you see ...... To leave somebody in the lurch? ”

Oh, this kid has good eyesight, and he knows that we are cultivators. But no matter how he looks at it, it has nothing to do with cultivation, will he solve people's bad omen and rest with the female benefactor?

Seeing that the fat man was still unmoved, the stammering monk gritted his teeth: "This money counts...... I borrowed it, and I'll ...... in the future I'm still going to double it...... Isn't it possible? ”

Seeing that it was profitable, the fat man was rarely relieved, and the two bargained in a whisper, and finally reached an agreement: borrow 500 to repay 1,000.