Chapter 3

"Fuck, you still look at me, look at me, you, old man, didn't you hear me talking to you? If you want to set up a stall, you have to pay!" Huang Mao kicked casually, and spread the things on the old man's floor Get messed up.

"Xiaosheng, I have no grievances with you. I sell my things, you go your own way, and we don't interfere with each other. Why do you bother the old man?" The old man said with a sigh.

"Damn it, do you think you are Kong Yiji after just a few sentences in classical Chinese?" A young man with long hair next to him became impatient, went up and overturned the old man's booth, and cursed: "If you don't eat a toast, you will be fined."看你一把老骨头了就不揍你了，免得别人说我们不尊老爱幼，给你一个机会，跪下给我磕个头叫声亮哥，老子就免了你的保护费，否则以后Don't let me see you again!"

"People's hearts are not ancient!" The old man shook his head while packing up the scattered things on the ground.

"Fuck!" Yang Ming was furious when he saw the old man being bullied. An old man who lives by setting up a street stall is already worthy of sympathy, but these two guys actually charge protection money from others!

Yang Ming jumped off the bicycle and rushed to the old man's side, glaring at the two of them.

"Yo? Isn't this Brother Yang?" The long-haired young man was taken aback when he saw Yang Ming, and immediately recognized him.

"Since you know me, get out!" Seeing that they knew him, Yang Ming felt that they could solve it without doing it himself. After all, Yang Ming's name was well-known back then. Who didn't know that "Crazy Yang" was the one who killed people when he fought! In fact, at that time, Yang Ming was purely for venting, venting all the depression in his heart and missing Su Ya to his opponent. But as time passed, Yang Ming's name also came out. It wasn't until high school that Yang Ming matured. He knew that adults would be held criminally responsible for breaking someone, so he seldom did anything with others.

"Hey, if I call you Brother Yang, do you really think you are a brother? Give you face and respect you as a senior, but if you don't give you face, you are nothing! Your age has passed, and now I, Zhang Yuliang, can do whatever I want !" The long-haired young man spit thick phlegm in front of Yang Ming, and said disdainfully: "Md, it's none of your business, where should I go!"

Yang Ming was so angry that his face was livid. He had heard of Zhang Yuliang. He was also in their junior high school back then, but he was only two years younger than him. The kid who followed behind him and called Brother Yang dared to yell in front of him. up!

"Brother Liang, you didn't hear what he was talking to you. Are you still dissatisfied if you are deaf? Are you looking for a beating?" Seeing that Yang Ming didn't respond, Huang Mao stepped forward and pushed Yang Ming.

"I haven't been a big brother for many years..." Zhang Yuliang also saw that Yang Ming was angry, but in his opinion, Yang Ming was just a past big brother, and there was nothing to be afraid of, so he sang "Big Brother" with his throat squeezed, There was indescribable sarcasm in that tone.

Yang Ming stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Yuliang by the throat, grabbed his neck and pushed him to the corner, sneered, "You're right, I'm nothing now, but I can still crush you, do you believe it or not?"

"Cough...cough..., I fuck your mother, let me go!" Zhang Yuliang was so stuck that he couldn't breathe.

Seeing that Zhang Yuliang was arrested, the yellow hair picked up a brick and threw it at Yang Ming. Yang Ming heard the whistling wind behind him, and hurriedly let go of Zhang Yuliang's body and turned to the side, but Huang Mao was too close to him, and he was too careless just now, and Huang Mao slapped Yang Ming's waist with a brick. With a sound of "cracking", the brick broke into two halves.

Huang Mao was dumbfounded. Has this guy practiced Hard Qigong? Actually broke the brick with the waist?

But Yang Ming was angry in his heart, this yellow hair was so ruthless, if this brick hit him on the back of the head, he might be reborn and chase after beauty immediately.

Yang Ming was really angry this time, and he didn't show affection at all when he shot. He kicked the yellow-haired man who was sneaking up on him with one kick, and kicked him twice in the stomach fiercely. Huang Mao almost rolled his eyes, his stomach was churning, and he vomited out all his lunch.

But Zhang Yuliang was even more serious. Yang Ming saw that he was the mastermind and had even said "greetings" to his mother, so he punched him mercilessly and broke the bridge of his nose, and cut his hands backwards. With a hard push, Zhang Yuliang's arms were dislocated on the spot. The pain was so great that he passed out without even screaming.

Yang Ming calmed down his anger, and then remembered that there was an old man beside him, so he turned around and said, "Old man, don't set up a stall here, there are many schools and gangsters here, go to the vegetable market Over there!"

"Thank you, junior!" the old man said with a smile on his face, looking at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming's hair was straightened by him, and he couldn't help saying inexplicably: "Old man, what do you think I am doing?"

"Could it be that the younger generation is a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple? Otherwise, how can there be a gold bell covering an iron cloth shirt?" the old man said.

"Golden bell cover? Iron cloth shirt? Old man, have you read too many martial arts novels?" Yang Ming was puzzled by the question.

"Hehe, young man, this old man also knows that there are many out-of-this-world experts in this world, but don't hide it from this old man. If you don't have that hard qigong, how can you smash a brick with your waist?" look.

"Ah!" Only then did Yang Ming think of Brick's problem, and exclaimed, he quickly put his hand into the side pocket of his coat, and took out a glasses case from it. The glasses case was cracked, obviously smashed by the yellow hair.

"..." The old man was speechless for a while.

"My glasses!" Yang Ming screamed when he saw the shattered glasses in the glasses case. Yang Ming usually doesn't wear glasses. Because he sits at the back of the school and can't see the blackboard clearly, Father Yang bought a pair of glasses for him. This morning Yang Ming put on his glasses for the convenience of aiming while playing billiards, and put them in his pocket when he went home for lunch at noon. He did not expect to die so soon.

"Young student, don't be sad..." The old man felt a little ashamed when he saw that Yang Ming broke his glasses because of himself.

"Can you not be sad! More than a hundred yuan!" Yang Ming said distressedly. It's not that Yang Ming cares too much about money, it's because his father's salary is not high in the first place, so spending money to buy himself a pair of glasses would cost him several days of frugality.

"..." The old man sighed and said, "Forget it, junior, I'll just pay you a pair of glasses, don't be sad."