Chapter 118

Little gangster a Leng, heart slightly some timid, but think of his side have seven brothers, still afraid of him a person? Open mouth to scold: "fuck your ancestors, you don't have eyes when you go out. Is it that the one in front of you is * *, the old dog doesn't get in the way, you want to die." Immediately behind him, a skinny little gangster took out a fruit knife from his pocket and made a gesture in front of him. The strong man leaned slightly and walked out from behind him. One was as beautiful as a cold star, and the other was red with red hair and red eyebrows. They are Duan Hong, Wu re and Zhu Shan. Duan Hong handed over the beef to Wu re, walked to the little gangster without any expression, and said, "give the money to the old lady, then apologize to her, and send her to the hospital for physical examination to see if you hurt him. Finally, I can never come here. Maybe I can forgive you." The little gangster was not ashamed to smile. He stared at Duan Hong fiercely with two small eyes and said coldly, "what the hell do you want me to send that old woman to the hospital? You've got shit in your head! Grass - "he didn't finish with a cursive word. Duan Hong shook his left arm and hit him on the abdomen“ Por How can the little gangster avoid such a sharp blow? His whole back is high and arched, his two small eyes are covered with blood, and his mouth is in a big "O" shape. Duan Hong takes back the hook and swings his right hand at the gangster's exaggerated face“ "Pop." The little gangster's face was like a gust of wind, his chin was askew, his mouth and nose were full of blood, and there were several slotted teeth in the blood. His body fell to grandma's vegetable stall. She was so scared that she didn't know what to do. Suddenly, the little gangster's body was still in the air. When he looked carefully, he found that Zhu Shan, who was as tall as a stone tablet, held him high above his head! The other gangsters have been at a loss for a long time. They all rely on the means of playing rogue. They often pick the most honest bullies, such as Huang niufan, who slaughters cattle, and five or six brothers in his family, each with a ox knife. These gangsters generally dare not provoke. So, Duan Hong three people a ruthless, little gangsters are scared of the six gods“ Zhu Shan, put him down. "“ Oh After hearing Duan Hong's words, Zhu Shan loosed his big hands and fell flat on the ground. Zhu Shan is 190 cm tall, and his hands are more than two meters. The little gangster fell down and screamed, as if he had been pinched by someone. Duan Hong picked up the cigarette end he had just thrown from the ground and stuffed it directly into his nostrils. Then he picked up the cabbage with thick phlegm and stuffed it into his mouth. The little gangster's two hands were about to resist, and Zhu Shan's big feet had already stepped on them. While the gangster was shouting, Duan Hong poked his fingers inside and stuffed the cabbage directly into his stomach. Then he shook his hand and slapped the little gangster in the face. He picked up the broken pocket he had just left on the ground and sent it to grandma“ Grandma, this is yours. How are you Duan Hong asked with a smile. Grandma was afraid and grateful. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. Suddenly, she saw the little gangsters on the ground with blood on their faces. She took Duan Hong's hand and said, "son, you're in trouble. Let's go. They're the food tyrants here, not alone. Let's go."“ "Oh?" Duan Hong sneered and comforted granny: "OK, granny, I'll leave now, but you can rest assured that there will be no more charges in the vegetable market from today on." Duan Hong reached out to pick up the little gangster on the ground and said to his seven companions, "you guys, follow me." In his eyes, Yu Guang found that the faces of the onlookers around the vegetable market were different. Some were excited, some were indifferent, and others were holding soy sauce bottles in their hands. Duan hongxinsheng felt that Chinese people were just like this. They were indifferent to things, and they were good-looking and lively, Everyone doesn't want the excitement to happen to themselves. When will we really unite? Will there be such little gangsters who dare to make trouble? What is the fear of all people twisted into a rope? It's time to sink the little Japanese.