The middle-aged man praised: "This is right. I have been in prison for ten years. The boring time has already numb my taste. I have no ratings."

Su Le smiled and said, "Uncle, your taste is not paralyzed, it should be super sensitive." He saw that this middle-aged man is definitely not an ordinary person, and the reason why he said this was to take care of Chu Xijun's feelings.

The middle-aged man picked up the wine glass and said, "Su Le, thank you for letting me taste such delicious pig's trotters!"

Su Le also picked up the glass of wine in front of him and drank it with the middle-aged man. He savored the rich aroma and looked down at the glass. He saw that the wine was light yellow and green, and he whispered: "Good wine!"

The middle-aged man said, "This is the bamboo leaf green from Biwuxuan, West Lake, Hangzhou. It can't be bought on the market." His eyes became ethereal and empty: "I remember more than ten years ago, I often went there to drink. Zhuyeqing still used their wine pots to serve the most delicious. Their wine pots were one pound and half a pound. After the wine customers emptied the wine pots, they threw the empty pots down, and they were generous and domineering. The more they threw the wine pots, the less the wine was filled, and the boss was happy. The boss was secretly happy. This situation was afraid that it would be difficult to reappear..." At the end of his speech, he actually showed a little sadness.

Su Le remembered Biwuxuan's name and was fascinated by his heart. In the future, he must go and experience it in person if he has the chance.

The middle-aged man only drank three glasses of wine, ate two more meat buns, stood up and said goodbye.

Before leaving, Chu Xijun left a thousand dollars on the counter.

After Su Le found out, he chased him out with the money. The middle-aged man had already gotten into a Mercedes-Benz, and Chu Xijun was still outside the car.

Su Le said: "Uncle, I promised that I would treat you to a meal. I can't ask for this money!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Some happiness is something that money cannot be bought back. You can keep the money. If you still have the chance to meet again in the future, you can invite me to have a braised pork trotter. Remember, you must choose the front trotter next time!"

Su Le held the thousand dollars and saw the Mercedes-Benz disappear outside the gate before turning around.

The little beggar stood behind him, frightened Su Le: "Damn it, people are scary, when did you come?"

The little beggar was still gnawing on the pig's trotter: "You only stare at the woman's butt, how could you notice me!"

Su Le said: "Bah! Am I as naughty as you said?"

The little beggar burped and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, what, I'm leaving!"

Su Le said: "Be careful, Cui Dahu's group of people are not good people, so don't let them meet them."

The little beggar smiled and said, "You should be careful. At worst, I won't come here to beg for food in the future. You are different. If you run away from the monks and cannot go to the temple, you'd better be worried about yourself. I think those people will definitely come to settle the score with you."

Su Le said: "It's okay, I have a knife, who is afraid of whom!"

The little beggar wiped his greasy hands on himself, then patted Su Le on the shoulder and said, "I'm leaving, brother, please beg for your own blessing!"

After the little beggar left, Su Le immediately closed the store. He knew in his heart that the trouble caused a lot of trouble today. Cui Dahu was a famous gangster in this area. After suffering such a big loss, he would definitely not give up. The master has not come back yet. If the master is there, it would be no problem to deal with these gangsters with his pig-killing sword technique. But after all, the master is not here, and he has not achieved success in his own skills. He is willing to kill the enemy and is powerless to turn things around. A hero should not suffer the loss in front of him, so it is better to avoid the limelight for the time being.

Su Le has not finished cleaning up yet, and Cui Dahu and more than a dozen men have rushed to the canteen of the Meat and Union Factory in a rush. This is not all their staff, and some people have blocked both entrances and exits.

Cui Dahu's nose was swollen and he limped in, bare-handedly revealing his mighty Master Guan Er in front of his chest. If the loyal and courageous Master Guan Er really showed his power, I wonder if he would pick up the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and start to slap this bully and bully the weak.

Su Le didn't expect them to come so quickly. Seeing these dozen people holding sticks, chains and other things in their hands, no one was holding a knife. Although this group of people were used to fighting fiercely, none of them were outlaws.

Su Le came to the cutting board and held two bone-cutting knives inserted on the cutting board in his hand: "There are more people and bullying fewer people! Come on! Come here if you have sex, come and see who dies first!" He was desperate and could only fight ruthlessly. Su Le calculated that this was a group of mobs, relying on the large number of people to show off his power. If he really tried his best, he would probably not dare to stand out.

Cui Dahu grinned and looked even more ferocious: "Boy, ** I'm not afraid to challenge me even if Zhu Lao Er is here. Today I'm bullying less people. Brothers! Hit me..." His mouth was wide open, revealing his open front teeth, which seemed quite funny, but before he finished speaking, a ball of things came from above! It shot into his mouth, and Cui Dahu was shot in a whizz! With a whistle, he finally picked out the greasy and greasy thing, but it was a pig bone that was gnawed. Cui Dahu was so disgusting that he almost vomited it out.

Everyone looked up and saw that the little beggar climbed onto the roof at some point, looking lazily at the bottom, holding a dark iron-tied slingshot in his hand.

Su Le said in surprise: "Zhuang Dafang!"

Zhuang Dafang's little face covered in mud showed an extremely cunning smile: "Brother, you think I am so unfaithful! We are friends who share hardships and hardships. We have to go to battle with brothers. What if there are too many people? There are not necessarily a win if there are too many people!"

Cui Dahu covered his mouth, so painful that he couldn't even say a word. He pointed his fingers at Zhuang Dafang. The brother beside him said, "Fuck! Kill these two little kids..." Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Dafang pulled up the slingshot, and a bullet shot out, and his bullet was a glass bead, and with a bang, it hit the bridge of the speaker's nose, and then said to Su Le: "Come up!"

Su Le turned around and ran away, and more than a dozen men behind him chased after him with weapons in their hands.

Zhuang Dafang occupied the high ground and shot slingshots in his hand. Every time he shot, he did not fail. In the pig-killing field, there were screams like a pig-killing screams. Su Le threw down his swords, jumped up in the air, grabbed the wall, climbed up with both arms, and climbed up from the wall to the roof.

At this time, the gangsters also began to climb up the wall.

Su Le picked up a long bamboo from the roof. Speaking of which, it was part of the bamboo ladder. Zhu Xiaojiao was furious two days ago and divided the bamboo ladder into two. One of them was thrown here by Su Le. Unexpectedly, it came in handy today.

Su Le grabbed the bamboo and swept over from a high place. The two gangsters had just climbed up the wall and saw the bamboo sweeping over. They were so scared that they jumped down in a hurry. One of them didn't have time to jump off. They were swept by the bamboo and fell down to the sky and the earth. One inch long and one inch stronger, which is indeed an irrefutable truth.

Su Le waved the bamboo to great heights here, and took three big men one after another. Zhuang Dafang took a slingshot and fired his bow left and right, and the gangs shot down like pearl cannons.

Cui Dahu and his side gathered sixteen strong men this time, but they were beaten to the point of being embarrassed by the two teenagers. Cui Dahu shouted: "Smash them, smash them!"

A man beside him said with a bitter face: "Brother Dahu, let's call the police..."

"Don't you go shit! Who are you calling the police? Who are you arresting when the police come?" Cui Dahu was not confused. They came to the door today. Although their relationship with the local police station is quite good, they can't know that the law is broken and the black and white are accomplices for the tiger! Besides, more than ten people can't even take two little kids, so it's embarrassing to tell them out!

Cui Dahu looked at the two boys on the roof, and was so angry that he grabbed a beer bottle from the ground, aimed at Su Le and smashed it hard.

Su Le let out a slut, and the wine bottle flew over his head and landed on the streets behind him.

Cui Dahu's actions reminded his brothers that there were a lot of wine bottles piled up in the yard. They rushed over one by one, grabbed the empty wine bottle and threw it at the roof. Even if they could not hit Su Le and Zhuang Dafang, the broken glass slags on the bottle fell to the ground would cut their bodies.

As a result, the situation was immediately unfavorable to Su Le and Zhuang Dafang. The wine bottle fell to the ground and the roof was covered with glass scraps. They saw that they had no place to stand.

Cui Dahu laughed happily: "Hahaha, my uncle, fight me! smash it! Keep smashing it!"

At this moment, a sound full of rural atmosphere suddenly came to my mind outside: "Who threw this wine bottle?"

Everyone was stunned. Cui Dahu held the wine bottle in his hand and slowly turned around, but saw a middle-aged farmer walking in from the door. He was carrying a snakeskin bag and a half-pulled wine bottle in his hand. There was still a broken glass residue left on his messy head. I saw clearly that someone had just called the wine bottle to his head.

Cui Dahu blinked.

The middle-aged farmer looked around the sixteen men, and his eyes fell on the bottles of wine in their hands.

A man yelled viciously: "If you don't want to be beaten, go there!"

The middle-aged farmer threw the half-pulled wine bottle on the ground, spat with thick phlegm and said, "Who got the wine bottle?"

These gangsters had already been tortured by Su Le and Zhuang Dafang, and were full of resentment. They were worried that there was no place to vent their vents. The man who had just yelled raised the bottle of wine in his hand: "Get out quickly, otherwise I will open your pie!"

The middle-aged farmer was still carrying his snakeskin bag, and his dark face looked simple and honest: "You try!"

The man raised the wine bottle and slashed the head of the middle-aged farmer and smashed it down. He heard a bang! The wine bottle hit the forehead and split it, but the forehead was not the middle-aged farmer's forehead. The wine bottle that was supposed to be held in the man's hand was held by him at this time, and of course there was only half left. No one knew how the wine bottle was transferred to his hand.

The man covered his head, blood flowed out of his fingers, his eyes filled with incredible light, and the wine bottle was still in his hand just now.

The sound of the wine bottle shattered like a hornet's nest. The gangsters all rushed up with shouts. They waved the wine bottle in their hands to attack the middle-aged farmers.

The sound of ping-pong was endless. Whoever took the bottle of wine would hit him accurately on his forehead, and the shouts that pretended to be powerful immediately turned into screams.
Chapter completed!