Late at night, the Harbor City Night Market, Snack Street.

Yu Qing had just left for a while, and it was soon late at night, which was the prime time for a small street stall on the side of the road.

The couple worked together to manage the open-air stall, which paid great attention to sanitation and tidyness, attracted many young people who came out to have fun late at night, and the business of this stall is getting better and better.

In the few tables in the stall, the shop owner and the boss were greeting the guests coming and going, and they were so busy that they didn't even have time to stand.

Such a situation made the middle-aged store owner who was taking a break from his busy schedule and was filled with guilt when he looked at his equally busy wife. He thought of her having worked hard for more than ten years with her, and felt guilty.

The shop owner secretly decided to hire a small worker to help him in a few days to reduce the burden on the yellow-faced woman.

The boss lady who was holding plates on both hands didn't understand. She was so busy here that the man was still giggling foolishly. He suddenly became unhappy and cursed loudly across several tables: "What are you looking at? I want to be busy to death?"

"No, no." The shop owner swung his hands in panic, ran over, and smiled and didn't dare to leave.

While we were busy, a noise suddenly came from the crowd, and the eyes of the busy couple and the guests at the table were attracted.

I saw a crowd of thin and careless little hooligans squeezed out, each with iron stick or baseball bat.

These people walked towards this hot-business stall. The couple looked at each other and saw it in each other's eyes.

I'm afraid this situation was not caused by the yellow-haired man who left just now.

Sure enough, in a few blinks, the yellow-haired man walked out of the crowd arrogantly.

Judging from the appearance, who else would it be if it weren't Huang Chong?

Huang Chong relied on his family's wealth and met many so-called underworld people. These second-rate gangsters were borrowed from a "big brother".

He led these twenty people to densely pack the already crowded stalls.

Diners suffered such unpredictable disasters and looked panicked, fearing that those eye-catching sticks would suddenly appear on them.

Huang Chong looked around with a arrogant look on his face, neither seeing Yu Qing and Zhang Sheng nor the people who mocked him in the crowd at that time.

He deliberately remembered the characteristics of these people, just for revenge.

But now, there is not a single person.

He was extremely angry when he was blind. The iron stick in his hand hit the nearby table. With the sound of the sound, dishes and dishes flew together, splashing all the guests at the table, and they were also shocked.

"Damn it!!"

Huang Chong blamed all this for his reinforcements coming too late. If these twenty or so people could arrive earlier, the damn Yu Qing would definitely kneel down and beg him.

After all, everyone in the twenty or so people here can drown him Yu Qing if they spit.

The upset Huang Chong felt more and more unhappy when he looked here. Suddenly, he saw the owner and the proprietress standing among the many tables.

Thinking of these two nosy uncles and aunts just now, a burst of anger suddenly arose.

"Smashed this store."

The number one follower, the thin man squeezed forward and hesitated: "What a big hit?"

If Mr. Huang really smashed it, he would definitely have to peel it off.

Huang Chong glared at him and said angrily: "Why don't you do it quickly?"

No matter how much he is, he just wants to dispel his inner irritability as soon as possible, and satisfying the desire to destroy is the best way.

So with his wave of hand, the 20-plus gangsters with green faces raised their weapons in their hands and smashed them hard at the tables.

The wolves were out, and the lambs waiting to be slaughtered fled in all directions.

In a moment, the store owner saw that the store where he devoted his efforts to his wife was smashed.

No matter what the wife told her in her ear, she rushed forward anxiously to block the crowd who smashed the shop, her eyes were filled with tears, and she glared: "What do you want to do? Are there any other kingly laws?"

The shop owner's wife also rushed over, stood side by side with the boss, pointed at the group of gangsters fiercely, and cursed: "Bastard Qiuzi, you guys don't have a son!"

The gangsters were young and energetic, and could not stand the bird's aura. They all overturned the tables and smashed the roads, cleared the roads, and then rushed towards the shop owner who dared to curse them like a rush.

The three-foot-long iron stick in the hands of the group was shaking a newborn calf who was fearless. Several gangsters quickly rushed to the front of the boss's wife, one of them had a ferocious face and smashed the door at her face.

The boss's wife is still an ordinary woman after all, and she is so scared that she closed her eyes and screams when she sees this.

It was a long time to say that, at that time, at the critical moment of flash, the owner of the store jumped suddenly, pushed his wife away, and let the stick hit him hard on his back.

The shop owner fell to the ground and kept wailing.

The owner of the shop fell to the ground, not caring about the pain on his body, and quickly got up and rushed to the side of his own man who had fallen to the ground, pushed and asked anxiously, "How is it? Are you not hurt?"

The shop owner grinned: "Don't move! It hurts..."

Huang Chong on the other end was also startled by the stick. If he really hit someone else's head, he would probably not have killed anyone.

After being agitated by this incident, Huang Chong woke up a lot as if he was poured into cold water. He quickly waved his hand and shouted, "Okay, let's go."

In order not to lose his ambition and majesty, he pretended to be generous and smiled: "It's like this today, let these people have a better memory in the future." As he said that, he looked at the sad-faced store couple on the ground.

The gangsters stopped hearing this and slowly gathered.

Huang Chong responded with a hundred responses. He looked around at the mess around him. It was clearly the most proud moment, but a wave of loss flashed in his heart.

It’s a pity that damn Yu Qing is not here, otherwise he will feel relieved if he gets rid of him hard.

Huang Chong left with a group of gangsters, leaving only the mess on the ground and the couple who were crying and holding each other.

Everything that was put into practice was destroyed.

The boss's wife felt sad, and tears flowed out. She beat her man sitting on the ground and cried, "It's all your fault. She told you not to meddle in other people's business, and insisted on making a move. How are you doing now..." She cried even louder: "Everything is gone... nothing is gone..."

The boss endured the pain on his body and let the boss's wife beat him like a complaint, dazed and lost his soul.

The boss lady pushed him and cursed: "The one who killed thousands of swords is the one who is the gods. What do you think will do in the future? It would be great to ask you to be a good person and do good deeds. This is a big deal."

The boss felt sad when he heard this and stood up silently.

The boss's wife still wails.

The boss walked around and looked around, like a lonely nobleman patrolling his dilapidated mansion.

Everything was smashed to pieces, the seats, dishes, and various ingredients scattered all over the floor, plus the medical money for a stick. The loss was probably 30,000 to 50,000.

The money I had worked hard for more than half a year suddenly turned into nothing.
Chapter completed!