"Really money?" Long Hao looked at this big man named Xiaoshan, his face full of sincerity.

"Oh my brother, you're so cute, you're so cute. It's all about this, and you still want to send money? Even if I send you money, do you have the life to spend it? Xiaoshan couldn't laugh or cry.

"Then why don't you kill the flower? As long as you send money, you will definitely be able to spend it. ”

"Okay, okay...... I'll send you money when I get back, and I'll talk about things first. Ask again, I really don't know who he is? Xiaoshan turned his head and pointed to the bald head.

"I don't know." Long Hao shook his head.

"Tell you, he is Brother Hong, this area, no, the whole old city is his final say, understand?"

"Huh? All of them have the final say? That means, he's the prefect here? Zhizhou? Or is it a county? How many products? ”

"God, how many products, you can't be a fool, are you? Let's put it this way, the entire old city is Brother Hong's territory, this time you understand, hillbilly? ”

"Oh...... That means, this is all his place? With so many places, there must be a lot of money, right? We countrymen, when we finally come to the big city, we will give a few dollars, otherwise so much money will not be spent and will not be moldy and spoiled? ”

"This ...... Whoa, it made me all confused. Forget it, don't be verbose. Thinking that you are a countryman, you don't know anything, and you don't understand the rules, so I don't embarrass you. Now you quickly kowtow to Brother Hong and beg him to let you live. Of course, Sister Fan's business has to be calculated separately. However, if Brother Hong can spare you, it's easy to talk about Sister Fan. ”

"Kowtow? Now it's a new society, so if you don't talk about this, you'll be exempted, right? ”

"Oh my mother, then you have to say it, right? Do you just want to say a good word and let Brother Hong let you go? Too many dreams, right? Xiaoshan glared at Long Hao, his expression quite exaggerated.

"Oh, I'm going to send money for a while, and I'm going to dream about it for a while, and I'm confused about everyone......" Long Hao touched his head.

"That's enough, don't pretend to be Lao Tzu. Go, see if this kid has any fingers and take two of them, and his ears will also work, and he will drink well in the evening. "The bald head is getting impatient.

"Two can't do it, you have to get four!" "Half a catty of powder" gritted his teeth and pointed at Long Hao.

"Okay, okay, four. Hurry up, I've got something to do. The bald head urged.

"Yes, Brother Hong!" Xiaoshan bowed to the bald head and turned to walk towards Long Hao.

"Hey...... It's time to send money this time, right? Long Hao looked at Xiaoshan with a hippie smile.

From that vicious gaze, Long Hao could see that the bald head was not a good stubble. The scars on his face show that the bald head is very cruel. He has been pretending to be crazy and stupid, just to learn more about the details of the bald head, think of countermeasures, and at the same time give Gao Chenghu a little time to prepare.

To deal with this kind of murderous criminal, not only must you be more ruthless, but you also have to subdue it with one move. Otherwise, if you really fight, there are many people on your side, and you may not be defeated, but you will definitely hurt people, which is absolutely not good.

Even if you hurt the other person, you can't do it. After a lawsuit is eaten, who knows when it will be? If you go in and squat for a few more days, won't it delay the big thing?

"Send you a head! It's all at this time, why the hell are you still pretending to Lao Tzu, thinking that Lao Tzu is really stupid? Four fingers, that's one hand. Not left-handed, right? Then take it out with your left hand and keep ......it with your right hand" Xiaoshan took out a sharp kitchen knife from his waist and grabbed Long Hao's left arm with the other hand.

"Try it?" A low snort.

An iron hook more than two feet long and a little thinner than chopsticks hooked the neck of the hill like lightning. Zhao Wenqing pinched the iron hook with one big hand and kept straining.

"Oops...... Hurt...... It hurts......" Xiaoshan shouted with grinned teeth. Not only did it hurt, but it couldn't be done fatally, because the thin hook tip was just poking at the artery.

Zhao Wenqing has been in the army for many years, and he has been in the cat's ear hole for a few months, and he has been thinking about how to defeat the enemy all day long. Therefore, the shot is a fatal move, and it will never drag the mud and water.

In front, Long Hao dealt with the bald head, and Zhao Wenqing and the others were not idle. They were two or three steps away from Long Hao, and they didn't speak.

The bald people didn't care, and they probably couldn't be sure if they were together. Although the "half catty powder" knew that it was together, they didn't say anything, which gave a few people a chance.

has reached such a point that anyone can see that the final outcome must be a martial fight. Because no one compromises, no one will make concessions, and there is no way to do it.

If you want to fight, you have to have guys. Zhao Wenqing quietly took a few steps back, saw an iron hook hanging clothes on the hanger, took it down with his hand, and carried it behind his back. It is also an iron tool, which is better than bare-handed.

Hao Jun saw a bamboo pole about two meters thick than his thumb standing next to the hanger behind him, so he took a few steps back and held the bamboo pole in his hand. There is also a thin hook at the top of the bamboo pole, which is used to hang clothes on a hanger at a high place.

Every counter that sells clothes has such bamboo poles. As a weapon, whether it is offensive or defensive, this kind of bamboo pole is really unsatisfactory, but there is no way, it can only be used.

Only Gao Chenghu got a weapon in the real sense. He also took a few steps back, looking left and right, but he couldn't find anyone. I was about to take off my clothes and get a clothes rack, but I saw Pony Braids secretly gesticulating. He followed the gesture and walked into the counter, only to see a bag under the counter with a short knife with a scabbard next to it, and reached for it and hid it behind his back.

This is the counter of "half a catty of powder", the bag must be "half a catty of powder", and the short knife is naturally also. I always carry a short knife to work, which shows that this "half catty powder" is not a good thing. However, the scabbard is very delicate and may also be an ornament.

Long Hao dealt with the bald head and Xiaoshan poor, and completely attracted the attention of the bald people. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Wenqing and the three quietly dispersed, slowly approaching the bald heads. When the bald head gave the order to do it, they were basically in place.

Dongzi stood beside Long Hao, carrying clothes, holding shoeboxes and other things. Once the fight starts, you can only throw away your clothes and use a shoebox to resist.

Zhang Qingyang stood at the end, also holding a few clothes and a shoebox. Seeing Zhao Wenqing and the others moving back, he moved a few steps forward and stood on the other side of Long Hao, blocking the view of the bald people. It's not okay to fight, it's okay to cover up.

As soon as Xiaoshan's arm was raised, Zhao Wenqing also made a move, and the iron hook hooked Xiaoshan's neck and choked Xiaoshan's artery. As long as he holds his neck, Xiaoshan has lost his ability to resist, and even if he holds a gun, he has no chance.

The big black man behind the bald head saw that the hill was being held, raised his hand and pulled out a dagger from behind his back, and took a step forward to commit murder.

"Smack!" A bamboo pole is hit on the wrist.

"Dang!" The big black man shuddered, and the dagger fell to the ground. Ignoring the pain, he hurriedly bent down to pick up the dagger.

"Bang Bang!" The bamboo pole was continuously whipped in the face of the big black man, and one of the shots hit the eye right on. He covered his eyes with his hands and howled in pain.

"Damn, it's against you." The bald head pulled out a dagger from his waist with his backhand, and roared and pounced on Long Hao.

"Don't move!" It was unusually cold.

The bald head stopped, holding the dagger, and slowly turned his head.

A sharp short knife rested on his neck, ten million times colder than the one just now. Not only did I know the knife, but I was also very familiar with it, and I bought it from Tibet and gave it to this lover who liked to paint his face.

It's just that somehow, the short knife actually came into the hands of this man who was as tall and strong as himself, and became a sharp blade to subdue himself.

The point is that he didn't find out how the man got to him at all, and he didn't even know how he came over.

Now there is nothing but the strength of the mouth.