"Fukuhara, what do you mean? Don't think that Brother Bing can't speak if I'm not here!" Xiaobai's face was as blue as if it was about to drip oil. He held the knife on his waist tightly. As long as he didn't agree, he would pounce on him and cut Zhou Fuyuan into French fries.

"I'm not interested. Lao Liao injured my three younger brothers at Nightingale Bar last night. You either compensate 10,000 yuan for medical expenses or get out of Zhuque Street!" Zhou Fuyuan was condescending and turned a blind eye to his sword. Of course, Zhou Fuyuan won the momentum last year.

The two were almost about to break out, and the air was solemn and solid among them.

Just when Xiaobai was about to draw his sword toward each other, an electric car rushed in.

"Brother Bing!" someone shouted.

The electric car did not slow down, and Liao Xuebing proudly passed through the crowd at the maximum speed of forty yards and rushed towards Zhou Fuyuan.

"Hey!" Several baldheads who were closest to Zhou Fuyuan pulled out their knives, intending to stop him from moving forward, but it was too late. The speed of forty yards was fast or not, but for pedestrians, it was definitely very fast. He felt a little cold on his left arm and could not care about so much. At this moment, the wheel hit Zhou Fuyuan's calf, and the bald donkey fell back and rolled out several meters away.

The electric car and he both turned around and got up. The wheels were still rotating rapidly, but the bearing coil was slightly twisted. The flesh on the left arm rolled and blood was flowing. It was injured by the skin of the bald man who had just pulled the knife.

The two gangs shouted, and then rushed forward to fight with real swords and sticks.

The wheel hit the shin of the calf, which was the least protected one. Zhou Fuyuan endured the severe pain and slowly got up. He wiped a piece of skin from the boss's skin and rubbed it into the sand. It was so spicy that he really hated the boss of the speed party and beat him without saying a word. Can't he have a little negotiation spirit?

Just as he was about to draw out the knife to teach this crazy guy a lesson, suddenly the strong wind came over him. Liao Xuebing helped him run two steps, jumped high, and stomped him down with his chest.

If the two of them were purely fighting for strength and endurance, the thin Liao Xuebing was definitely not an opponent, but his strength lies in his terrifying explosive power hidden under the temperament of a melancholy poet. This explosive power was like a trapped beast in a desperate situation, and its power was very staggering, ten times larger than usual. How could an ordinary person resist it?

Only when he is on the other side of the split personality can he show this kind of violence. Today, he has copied lecture notes for a long time, and his body and mind are very depressed. He receives an unpleasant call later, which makes him unable to restrain his emotions.

His chest was painful and stuffy, as if he was hit by a hammer and pressed a huge rock. Zhou Fuyuan couldn't breathe. He quickly got up, took a few steps, and coughed a few times. Liao Xuebing was in power and refused to forgive him. He kicked his legs and kicked him in the vagina. The only thing he was blamed for missing the opportunity, his opponent was faster than imagined, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Zhou Fuyuan's eyes were bulging, and he covered the important part of the interchange with both hands. A few white foam spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and he knelt on the ground.

A skinhead had discovered the boss's abnormality and went to rescue the boss with a knife.

Liao Xuebing stood up sternly and shouted, "Stop it all!"

In the ears of the two groups of people who were facing each other, they were like gongs, drums, and golden bells. They couldn't help but stop. Only two people were still fighting and rolling around on the ground. You pinched my neck and I clenched your nose. The clothes were damaged into strips of cloth, covered in dust and blood. They were quickly pulled away, and they stood up and panted, looking at each other like a cockfighting.

Liao Xuebing sneered: "A patrol car in the police station will pass by here at half past ten. You have fought and you have started negotiations again. Does anyone have any objections?"

They are just gangsters, and they have no blood hatred. Who is willing to fight for their lives? Those who have injured their thighs and broken their heads can only stare at the other party hatefully and take three steps back.

Although there were more than ten people, the bald party was not at all advantage in the face of the fierceness of the Speed ​​Party, and they felt timid in their hearts. Under the blur of light, they saw their boss kneeling in front of others without saying anything, so they also took a few steps away.

Liao Xuebing grabbed Zhou Fuyuan and smiled and said, "Brother Fukuhara, it's not good to let the little brothers fight to the death, right? What if someone dies, do you have a pension and blonde hair? Why don't we have a one-on-one fight?"

Zhou Fuyuan was in pain and was trembling all over, and he couldn't stand steadily. He held it for a long time before he said a complete sentence: "The surname is... Liao, it's... you are cruel..."

Liao Xuebing knew that he had lost the courage to fight one-on-one, smiled and pressed his head to the ground, saying, "You bald donkeys, you have nothing to do when you have enough food, dare to go to my territory to blackmail? How many vans are so great? Zhou Fuyuan, you just made a name for yourself in the past few years, and you want to be the boss of the Beicheng District?"

The bald party and the speed party were each stumbling on their own streets, and they had little interaction with each other. Occasionally, someone rushed to the ground to make trouble, and they were quickly suppressed. Liao Xuebing and Zhou Fuyuan knew each other, but they had never dealt with each other. He had been busy looking for a job and going to work for two or three months, and his subordinates also stopped moving, making the bald party, who had just nodded, think that a soft persimmon can be pinched.

Zhou Fuyuan had no chance to learn about his thunderous means of sweeping North City three years ago.

The nose hit the hard cement road, and almost touched the surface, and two blood flowed out. The heart was bitter and astringent, and only one thought was circling in my mind: "Let's ride a donkey and read the songbook, and walk and see!"

"Bald donkeys, put down your weapons, otherwise I will kick his eggs!" Liao Xuebing roared.

Several confidant subordinates looked at Zhou Fuyuan with a consulting gaze. The latter hesitated for a few seconds and nodded humiliatingly.

Someone immediately forced their weapons away, and some people struggled symbolically, but were caught by their own people. "What are you afraid of? We are more people than them!" "Shut up, don't you see the boss in their hands?"

Liao Xuebing pushed the bald donkey head into the crowd and said, "Don't come again to find fault in the future, you are not your opponent. To the west of Zhuque Bridge, the first in the Speed ​​Party, remember it for me."

Zhou Fuyuan's legs and feet became weak. He held someone else in time so that he would not fall down. He whispered: "The thing hurts so much. Take me to the hospital quickly. Don't tell your sister-in-law..."

"Brother Fukuhara, isn't that serious? I have a sunflower book here. Do you want to try it?" Xiaobai shouted loudly.

"roll!"

The skinheads retreated cleanly like a tide. Liao Xuebing said with a cold face: "Xiaobai, you have deceived me with this cliché trick of being injured and being cut off. I have said many times that we are educated and qualifying people, and we must be creative in everything we do. Repeating things over and over again will make people lose patience. Take Sony, one of the Fortune 500 companies in the world, for example, they..."

"Stop, stop! Brother Bing, even if I just graduated from high school, you have analyzed these profound truths with us many times. I have experienced them deeply, deeply, and remembered them in my heart every day." After wiping away the blood on his face, Ye Xiaobai was a handsome young man at least. He said in surprise: "Oh, brother, your left hand is injured, so find a clinic to bandage it?"

"It's just skin trauma, it doesn't matter." Liao Xuebing tried to save face and pretended not to care: "I found a new job and went to work in two days to start my official life. Xiaobai, in the future, you will be the boss, brother Nan, and you will help manage finances."

"Ah! What's your nerves?" Xiaobai spitted. He had said the same words ten times in the past six months. Every ten days and half a month, he would call in shame and say, "I've been fired..." and then he would hang out with a group of brothers again.

More than 30 subordinates looked at him with ridicule. "I bet on him for seven days, one hundred yuan." "I bet on him for ten days, two hundred yuan." "Bah! I can bet on him for three days, only three days."

Liao Xuebing's self-esteem was deeply stimulated. He stepped onto the electric car with a blue face and left a sentence: "Let's ride a donkey and read the songbook, let's take a look!" Juechen left.

"The boss is the boss, he has a personality." Ye Xiaobai said.

"Brother Bing has a psychological problem, you won't understand." Nan Di, who was wearing a sexy red turban, took a sip of cigarettes and said quietly.

"Brother Nan, take out the money. Tonight we will go to the Red Mofang nightclub on Tongcheng Road. Aqiu, you will take the injured brother to the clinic run by A San in Shitou Lane. It is cheap there." Ye Xiaobai rode on the double exhaust pipe and a brand new motorcycle with a displacement of 250cc, and said: "Put the knife away and let's go."

He murmured secretly: "As a speed party, he likes to drive broken electric cars, is it a psychological problem?"

The night is long and I have no intention of sleep. No. 502, Aoshui Apartment, the lights in the hall are still on. By this time, Liao Xuebing was tired of this monotonous and boring work, but he still had to persevere, and even dared not relax. The pen changed to four tubes of ink, and the two boxes of cigarettes were almost finished. The ground was covered with ashes blown away by the wind, and the paper torn off by typos.

"Ah—! Rat!" A scream suddenly came from some house downstairs, cutting through the quiet night sky. Then someone shouted again: "What's the name? Is it so mourning?"
Chapter completed!