Inside Master Zhou's taxi.

"Three guns, do you see it? The grandson wearing the red jersey on the court is called Cai Xuesheng, who led the bullying of Qin Liang yesterday, and the few next to him are playing with him, and he is the only one. Gao Daquan stretched out his hand to explain to Tian Sanpao.

"Okay, I'll remember that kid, you can tell me how to get it. Tian Sanpao had an expression of not taking it seriously at all.

"In front of so many people in the square, don't be too ruthless, don't make too much trouble, and do the rest of the things yourself, I believe that you have more experience in dealing with these things than me." Gao Daquan looked very respectful.

"Okay, then I'll go. Tian Sanpao was about to open the car door and get out of the car.

"Eh, Brother Pao, you must teach that kid a hard lesson, don't you know how aggrieved I was yesterday, tell you ......" Qin Liang wanted to continue but was interrupted by Gao Daquan.

"Okay, Ah Liang, don't worry, there are three cannons, and they will definitely take this bad breath for you, you can just sit here and watch the show. Gao Daquan was afraid that Qin Liang would say something out of his mouth.

After getting out of the taxi, Tian Sanpao gathered all the friends he had met in Sanjiang Village under a big tree to discuss what to do next.

Tian Sanpao first let everyone know Cai Xuesheng and his gang who were still playing basketball not far away.

Then it is recommended that everyone should not be in a hurry, and do not rush all up, but all disperse and slowly approach the basketball court, if a large group of people walk in one direction, the movement must be too big, and everyone can see that this is going to do something.

The thirteen men nodded in unison, indicating that they had already understood, and said that as long as Brother Pao told them to do something.

As everyone dispersed in twos and threes, Tian Sanpao took the lead and walked towards the direction of the basketball court.

Looking at Tian Sanpao's methodical arrangement, Gao Daquan in the taxi nodded approvingly, he was originally afraid that Cai Xuesheng would find out first, it seems that his worries are completely superfluous, this Sanpao is still a person who knows how to use his brain, Gao Daquan thought.

There were a lot of onlookers on the side of the basketball court, children, adults, the elderly, men and women, and there were even more people in the square outside, after all, it was Saturday, and it was not surprising that there were many people.

At this time, a little boy wearing a white jersey was happily playing with a ball in the square, the little boy looked like he was only seven or eight years old at most, but he was not playing basketball, but football, I saw him running around in the crowd with the football, occasionally flying vigorously from time to time, and the football would often hit the flower beds or stone pillars in the square.

At this time, Tian Sanpao's attention was also attracted by the little boy, he could see that this was a little boy who liked to play football very much, perhaps the little boy had a great football dream in his heart during his childhood, and he was determined to win glory for the country in the future.

Unconsciously, looking at the innocent smile of the little boy, Tian Sanpao found that the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, how good it would be if he could have such a son, but it was a pity that his wife at home was not angry and only gave birth to a girl for him.

"Damn, which bastard kicked the ball?"

An angry man's voice suddenly sounded, and Tian Sanpao came back to his senses at this time.

Looking at it, what Tian Sanpao didn't expect was that the little boy who played football accidentally kicked his football to the back of Cai Xuesheng's head.

Cai Xuesheng was covering the back of his head with his face sideways and scolding his mother indiscriminately, "Who is it? Who is the one who has been cut a thousand times? Stand up for Lao Tzu!"

"I'm sorry, big brother, I accidentally kicked the ball. The little boy stepped out of the crowd and asked weakly.

"It turned out to be you little bastard, damn it, you don't have long eyes?!" Cai Xuesheng walked over slowly with a football in his hand and scolded the little boy fiercely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. The little boy looked terrified, and kept saying apologies.

"Is it okay to say sorry? I don't think your parents have educated you well, let Lao Tzu educate you little bastard today, hey, hey, hey!" Cai Xuesheng smiled and approached the laughing boy.

"Smack!"

A crisp slap really hit the little boy in the face.

Cai Xuesheng looked very satisfied at this time, and laughed happily.

"Woo woo woo ......"

A long child's voice cried.

The little boy's heart-rending cry alarmed the crowd in the square, and people turned their heads to find out what had happened to the child.

However, at this time, Tian Sanpao was not calm, he didn't expect that Cai Xuesheng would even beat a child and be merciless, and immediately flew up with an arrow!

When he came to the little boy, Tian Sanpao was shocked to find that there was a red palm print left on his face, and it seemed that Cai Xuesheng was ruthless to him.

Tian Sanpao squatted down, and then couldn't help but gently caress his two big hands on the little boy's face, hoping that the little boy would feel better.

But no matter how comforting Tian Sanpao said, it didn't help, and the little boy kept crying like a clockwork alarm clock.

"His grandmother's! You dare to beat my son? You are still so ruthless, if you don't give an explanation today, don't blame me for being unkind to you!" Looking at the little boy who was crying aggrievedly, Tian Sanpao's heart still had a trace of emotional fluctuations, after all, he was also a father, so he was in a hurry to report that the little boy was his own son.

Cai Xuesheng sneered, "Lao Tzu beat your son today, it is considered your luck, your ancestors have accumulated virtue, you have to thank Lao Tzu, otherwise, Lao Tzu will beat you together!"

"You still want to hit me, do you? "Tian Sanpao plans to slowly repair Cai Xuesheng's gang.

At this time, there were five people standing behind Cai Xuesheng, and when his head was just hit by a football, those people had stopped their activities and slowly moved closer.

At this moment, Cai Xuesheng and the six people stood directly in front of Tian Sanpao.

"Hehe, Lao Tzu is still fighting with your father and son today, what can you do with me?" hahahaha......" Cai Xuesheng smiled proudly, and at the same time became more and more arrogant.

"Don't ...... Don't mess around...... Don't hit me...... I...... I'm not in good health, so I can't be beaten casually......" Tian Sanpao pretended to be very scared.

"You asked for it, brothers, beat him!" Cai Xuesheng didn't think about the consequences at all, and immediately beckoned the other five to do it.

"Hey, I said, you boys, how can you beat people up here casually?"

There was already a large group of people watching, and in the crowd, an old man who looked about eighty years old couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but interject.

Gao Daquan and Qin Liang had already gotten out of the car, and at this time, the two of them were standing on a stage without a performance in the People's Square, watching Tian Sanpao's emotional performance not far away, and their stomachs hurt with laughter.

However, the appearance of the little boy who played football was something that no one expected.