Chapter 536

There were more than ten people coming. Their clothes were not ragged and dirty. They didn't seem to have been washed for a long time. Their faces and hands were not very clean. These people looked very arrogant. When they appeared, all the people who had gathered around to watch the fun hid in the shack, while the women who sold meat were even more afraid and ran faster than anyone else.

Seeing the confusion caused by these people, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't make a sound. He was in a bad mood at this time. Just as he was about to find someone to vent his fire, a group of silly birds were sent to the door. He squinted at the leader and thought in his heart.

The leader is not young. He is in his forties. He is in the same grade as Zhang Huai'an. He does not look fierce. He has some simple and honest appearance. However, his simple and honest appearance is completely destroyed by the lustrous light in his eyes. He opens his yellow and black teeth, bites a big barrel cigarette, and squints his small eyes to observe Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Ke'er stood silent, making this guy mistakenly think that they didn't want to get into trouble. He was confident, and his courage also came up. He didn't look at the girl kneeling on the ground and the five children. He waved his head. The dozen people standing behind him immediately took all kinds of guys in his hands and rushed to the women's shacks to yell, I can't find it.

The scene was a bit chaotic. Women's cries, entreaties, and screams of being beaten stirred up the place. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the shacks these people rushed into were all those women's shacks for sale. They didn't go into the shacks of the poor. This made him a little surprised. What's the name of it?

After a while, the men came out with small bags of things. The people standing behind the old man shook open a big pocket, and threw hard rice balls and cold cakes into the pocket.

Zhang Xiaoqiang understands that this is a tax collection. Like Ma Sanchun, who was killed by Huang Quan, these people are collecting taxes. They are collecting taxes from Ke Ling women who trade their bodies for food. Those who are beaten by men have no food, and those who beg are trying to let those people stay. Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang kills them.

"Hand it in. I'm in a good mood today. I can leave some for you."

"No... that's not, that's not what I earned, that's what they dug by the lake with their lives. You can't take one of them, you can't take one."

The girl was very excited. She stood up and ignored a dozen men, She was arguing with the old man that the wild vegetables dug by the young children were not included in the old man's tax revenue.

The old man's face was gloomy, and he didn't need to say a word more. He rushed out of his hand behind him and kicked the girl's heart, and rolled the girl to the ground. The girl was so painful that she couldn't speak. Then several men came forward together and grabbed the plastic bag from the child's hand.

The children cry together. They look at the plastic bags and cry. They look at the girls who have been kicked to the ground and cry. They have no choice but to cry. Zhang Xiaoqiang can't see it. It's enough. These people have enough ways to die in his eyes, and they haven't waited for his order.

"Hum... I'll let you know who's in charge today. I've been thinking about your little girls for a long time. Today I'm going to make meat for them and catch them for me."

"Wait a minute..." Zhang Xiaoqiang interrupted the old man with a loud drink. The old man looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes in amazement.

"Make it clear to me, what is it? Meaning? Thinking..." Zhang Xiaoqiang stares at the old man and says it word by word.

The old man was surprised at first, and then he thought of something and began to laugh.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I didn't want to eat them, and I didn't dare to eat people. I just wanted them to warm my bed

The old man pointed to the little girls who were only higher than his knees and said, but his eyes were wandering, secretly guessing the identity and background of Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Hearing that it wasn't cannibalism, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little certain. He leaned on his wheelchair and looked at the old man with an oblique eye. He asked casually:

"You're very good here. Where did you fish before? Why haven't you seen it? "

The old man had no doubt about him and told his legendary experience vividly. His name was Yan Huairen. He was 45 years old. He was a small staff member of the original street office. He was good at demagogues and eloquence. He drew up a group of hooligans to organize women to sell, collect food for women to sell, and like to abuse young girls. With his clever mouth, no one in this place would not buy him, Let him muddle through.

"Very good. In fact, I'm the one who stresses rules. As long as there are rules, you have to follow them. You collect taxes. That's your rule. Since it's a rule, you have to abide by it."

Zhang Xiaoqiang said here, Yan Huairen face a loose, in his view, Zhang Xiaoqiang does not want to cause trouble."It's a pity that you didn't abide by it. You don't know that as long as it's by the lake, it's all mine. I'll give it to anyone I want. Ma Sanchun wants to grab food in my mouth, but it's destroyed by us. Today, another one is not afraid of death? Leave the old one behind, the others... Kill... "

As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang kills, Yang Ke'er's delicate body rushes up. She knows that Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't like to meddle in his business. Once he does, he will be killed. If his husband wants to kill him, his wife will naturally rush forward.

Before Yan Huairen knew the situation, his men were rushed to him by Yang Ke'er. The light of the sword flashed twice, and more than a dozen screams were heard. Except Yan Huairen, all the people standing behind him were beheaded. Those who were beheaded were not dead for a while, some were rolling on the ground, some were dragging their intestines and crawling aimlessly, There are hands on the ground, looking at their lower half in a daze.

Yan Huairen sits on the ground and looks at the tragedy of his subordinates in horror. He is so scared that he has no response to the outside world. Yang Ke'er's speed is too fast. When she returns to Zhang Xiaoqiang, her body is as clean as ever, and there is no trace of blood. They all say that Yang Ke'er's killing speed is not much slower than that of the finger.

The tragedy of those people also frightened the girl. She took the five children into her arms and shook them together. She did not dare to look at Zhang Xiaoqiang any more. In several sheds beside her, her muddy eyes were staring at the dog legs rolling and howling on the ground. A flash of happiness flashed into the hearts of these numb people.

"You two find me a wooden post and plant it in the camp. If you don't have it, send it to the camp. Before that, tie up the old thing for me, go to someone to copy the old thing's nest for me, take a rifle, and kill it for me when someone stops it" "