Chapter 225

Small gangsters like this are not a minority in Huayun city.

The real people in the black area disdain to take care of these small shrimps, and the righteous can't take care of them. After a wave of management, they will revive immediately, which is very annoying.

Big guys like little Chang who take all in black and white will take care of it from time to time, but they won't pay much attention to it.

Zhang Zheng and Xu Zihan inquired all the way, but they still couldn't find the place where they gathered.

Xu Zihan bought a cup of milk tea and drank it. Looking at the scenery of the pedestrian street, he couldn't help sighing: "it doesn't look particularly chaotic here."

During the day, there is a large number of people. In addition, the shops on both sides are crazy to create a net red style in order to attract guests. At first glance, it looks very pleasing and harmonious.

"Wait for the evening."

Zhang Zheng just found a place to sit down.

Unexpectedly, these mice are very cautious. Let them come out by themselves at night.

Zhang Zheng and Xu Zihan sat and waited until night slowly fell and black shrouded the pedestrian street.

Different from other places, the night here can be said to be cold, and groups of young people gather on the street.

Boys have pot covers, strange hairstyles, and black clothes that they think are very handsome. Girls have long hair with their waist and thighs exposed. It is inevitable that there are so many people standing in the pedestrian street.

Zhang Zheng and Xu Zihan still sat where they were. Zhang Zheng stretched out and said lazily, "what's the matter? It's not much noise."

"Only new people and children will fight rashly." Xu Zihan said, "these little gangsters are all over a wide range. It can even be said that the whole Huayun city can't find a place without them. It's safe at ordinary times, but if they really fight, they won't stop without blood."

"How do you know?" Zhang Zheng was curious.

Xu Zihan did not change his face: "pull over the frame."

Since Xu Zihan didn't want to say it, Zhang Zheng didn't want to ask. He said curiously, "these little gangsters... Don't have a head or something?"

Xu Zihan said: "there should be, like the one last time, Yuan Liang, but he is always the man of little Chang Ye. He can't manage them all the time. These little gangsters can be good at it."

Zhang Zheng nodded and had another idea in his heart.

What if he let all these little gangsters submit to him?

"Cut, I had a bad day today. A man with glasses chased me three blocks! I thought it was something important, but guess what? A pile of broken paper? My weather is killing me."

The two young men passed by Zhang Zheng while talking.

Zhang Zheng was stunned. Subconsciously, he wanted to come forward and catch people. Xu Zihan grabbed him and said, "wait first."

"What are you waiting for?" Zhang Zheng frowned.

Xu Zihan whispered, "wait for Qi."

Zhang Zheng and Xu Zihan got up and followed. The two gangsters really bypassed the pedestrian street and went to an old alley in the back street.

There are undeveloped old blocks, more self built houses with two floors and a courtyard.

Zhang Zheng and Xu Zihan followed them all the way, turned over the wall lightly, and watched them enter a yard full of sundries.

A yellow hair was sitting on the sundries smoking. He threw a cigarette to one of the young people and said, "is there a cop patrolling outside?"

"No." the young man shook his head. "It's peaceful outside."

"You still have the face to say?" Huang Mao scolded and threw his cigarette butt. "If it weren't for showing you off, my brothers would be impulsive to hit people!"

The young man stopped talking.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were attracted by the snow-white A4 paper at the foot of Huang Mao.

"It's them." Zhang Zheng narrowed his eyes. "Zihan, I have another plan. I'll go first and take a breath. Don't really kill me."

Xu Zihan nodded, jumped into the yard neatly, picked up an old desk and swung it.

Suddenly, the yard was full of ghosts and wolves.

Some people in the house hurried out to help fight, but it was useless. They came to Xu Zihan to fight, and soon convinced them. They squatted on the ground without breathing.

Zhang Zheng jumped down from the wall and said with a smile, "are you the one who beat him during the day?"

Huang Mao turned his eyes: "don't spit! We didn't hit anyone! We are good citizens who abide by the law and discipline!"

Xu Zihan tutted lightly, and a group of small gangsters immediately subconsciously hugged their heads.

Zhang Zheng pointed the paper on the ground with his chin and said, "pick it up for me."

Nobody moved.

Zhang Zheng smiled and picked up a piece of solid wood mop stick from one side. With a fierce force on his hand, the solid wood stick was directly pinched and cracked.

Zhang Zheng calmly changed his head and took it. The sharp wooden thorn pointed at the yellow hair and said, "pick it up."

Huang Mao swallowed his saliva and honestly bowed his head to pick up the paper one by one.

Zhang Zheng took a look. It was indeed his own paper.

He came forward and gave Huang Mao a kick. Huang Mao staggered to the ground. Although others were angry, they still clenched their teeth and helped Huang Mao up.

"Squat down."

Xu Zihan said impatiently.

All the little gangsters squatted down straight away.

Zhang Zheng took a deep breath and put away the paper work. Only then did he cast his eyes on Huang Mao, "you... Are a little gangster."

"Do you still need to see?" yellow hair pressed his airway.

"Do you still know me?" Zhang Zheng pointed to himself with a smile.

Huang Mao raised his head curiously and took a careful look at Zhang Zheng. He was shocked: "you are... Wrong! You are..."

"Good memory," said Zhang Zheng with a smile, "there are rewards."

Huang Mao swallowed his saliva: "brother... It's our fault... Your adult has a lot to let us go!"

Zhang Zheng did not answer, but asked, "how are you doing?"

The little gangster was stunned: "ah?"

Zhang Zheng asked again, "how are you doing?"

Huang Mao was silent for a moment and said, "it seems... It seems ok..."

"Are there many people?"

"Just... Just more than 20 people..."

"Waste," said Zhang Zheng.

Huang Mao hurriedly said, "we! We have many brothers! We! Everyone knows. Many people can't do it!"

"Really?" Zhang Zheng narrowed his eyes. "The consequences of lying to me are very serious."

Huang Mao shook his head wildly: "no! I won't lie to you! Really! Please! Please believe us!"

Zhang Zheng yawned: "what are you doing so excited? All right, I don't want your life."

Huang Mao was skeptical: "really..."

Zhang Zheng nodded, "well, I don't have a hobby of killing people."

"How do you do it?" Xu Zihan turned to look at Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "look at them. If I'm honest, I won't treat them badly. If I'm not honest, there's no need to keep them."