Zhao Ziyang's appearance feels harmless to humans and animals. He does not have a particularly tough appearance, nor does he have a pair of cold eyes at all times. On the contrary, he overall feels very sunny and gentle, and does not seem to be too lethal.

force.

"Who are you?" The leader yelled at Zhao Ziyang: "You guys who are idle in the Black Tiger Gang, get out of here!"

The Black Tiger Gang's brand name is relatively loud in Chinatown. Although it is not as famous as the old gangs, the Black Tiger Gang is more arrogant and domineering and acts more wildly. Relatively speaking, the veteran gangs are relatively low-key because they disdain such small restaurants.

.As the saying goes, when you eat meat, you have to give others a sip of soup. The Black Tiger Gang is the kind of people who drink soup.

"Haha..." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to the leader: "If you want money, you want money. There is no need to hit people. There are many things that can be discussed. For example, we can talk among ourselves."

"Talk? How to talk?" The leading Chinese stared at Zhao Ziyang, mentally judging where this guy came from.

But he couldn't see anything. The real gang leader would not bring people out to collect protection money. He was just a small leader.

Zhao Ziyang rescued Zhao Changzheng and asked the boy to stay far away while he walked towards the leader. He wanted to have a good talk with this guy and have a thorough talk.

After Zhao Changzheng was freed, he ran towards the back hall without looking back.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang standing in front of him, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang glared at the young man in suits and ties in front of him with a pair of ferocious eyes, and his subordinates surrounded Zhao Ziyang.

"How to talk about..."

"boom!"

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang saw an infinitely terrifying bloodthirsty look in Zhao Ziyang's eyes. His eyes were full of murderous aura, so cruel that no one dared to look at him.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ziyang punched him hard on the head, knocking him to the ground.

With a "bang", the leader of the Black Tiger Gang fell to the ground neatly, with two lines of blood oozing out from his nostrils. Half of his cheek that fell heavily on the ground was deeply embedded by glass fragments. His body twitched slightly, and two

The eyeballs were slightly bulging outwards, and the whole person was in a drowsy state.

"Pa", Zhao Ziyang stepped on the leader's neck and crushed him hard with his feet, making his cheek more closely connected with the glass fragments.

"drink!"

When a subordinate next to him saw his boss being hit hard, he immediately shouted loudly, took out a dagger and rushed toward Zhao Ziyang.

With a "swish" sound, a jet of black light flashed from Zhao Ziyang's left hand, and the Nepalese saber tore through the air and slashed towards him.

The sword flashed, and the subordinate felt a chill on his wrist, and then saw his hand falling away from his wrist and falling towards his feet.

His bare wrist was pale and pale. When he realized that his wrist had been cut off by the other party, blood flowed out from it in a surging manner.

Fear filled every pore of his body, and a part of his body suddenly separated from himself. This kind of scene would stimulate his fear to the limit.

"Ah!..." A painful howl came from his mouth. He grabbed the palm that fell on the ground and tried his best to catch it on his wrist, completely forgetting about it.

"boom!"

A muffled sound was heard, the wails stopped, and Zhao Ziyang kicked the opponent on the head, knocking him unconscious.

At this time, Zhao Changzheng also ran out with a boning knife. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but stood there with his mouth wide open.

At this time, the other members of the Black Tiger Gang were not moved at all. They were so frightened by Zhao Ziyang's ferocity that their legs became weak and they dragged their bodies to escape.

There was a flash of black light, and the chain around a member's neck was cut off by a Nepalese army knife. Goosebumps oozed from the skin on his neck under the cold, but the skin was intact.

"Don't leave, let's have a good talk." Zhao Ziyang's voice was still harmless, sounding like he was discussing with everyone.

But this tone of discussion contained an irreversible absoluteness, which made the remaining people stand there obediently and not dare to move.

At this moment, the door of the hotel was pushed open, and Zhao Zhengrong came back from finishing his work.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he frowned slightly, but his eyes did not change at all, which was enough to show that this kind of scene was nothing in his eyes.

"Brother..." Zhao Zhengrong called Zhao Ziyang in a very unhappy tone.

The Black Tiger Gang's hands were cut off in his hotel. I'm afraid this matter is more troublesome. You can't let these guys harass you all day long. But when Zhao Zhengrong looked at his son, he saw clearly

Look at the finger prints on the neck of Zhao Changzheng who was holding a boning knife.

There is no need to say anything, everything is very clear. His son was bullied, and Zhao Ziyang helped to set the stage. He cannot be blamed, on the contrary, he must be thanked.

"Dad, they are here to collect money again, this is the fourth time this month!" Zhao Changzheng, holding a knife, said to Zhao Zhengrong, with deep indignation on his face.

"Yes." Zhao Zhengrong nodded, and when he saw the Nepali saber in Zhao Ziyang's hand, a bright light burst out in his eyes: What a knife!

The bright light flashed away, and Zhao Zhengrong looked at Zhao Ziyang.

"Brother, how about you leave the rest to me?" Zhao Zhengrong asked Zhao Ziyang for his opinion.

With a swish sound, Zhao Ziyang put away the Nepalese saber, took a step back and left the rest to Zhao Zhengrong.

"Take it and go. If you go faster, you can plant it in time." Zhao Zhengrong told these guys to get out.

After hearing Zhao Zhengrong's words, they did not move, but placed their eyes on Zhao Ziyang, waiting for Zhao Ziyang to speak.

They were afraid of Zhao Ziyang, but not the small owner of the Sichuan restaurant.

Zhao Ziyang nodded slightly, and the gang quickly carried their boss and another companion with his severed hand and hurried out without even daring to look back.

"Come here!" Zhao Zhengrong called his son with a gloomy face.

Zhao Changzheng walked over honestly, but his face was full of dissatisfaction and stubbornness.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and Zhao Zhengrong slapped Zhao Changzheng hard.

"Brother Zhao, you..."

"It's none of your business!" Zhao Zhengrong's voice came out, his tone full of unspeakable domineering and arrogance, as if Zhao Ziyang was just a soldier under his command.

Naturally, Zhao Ziyang couldn't interfere when others were disciplining his son. He stepped aside and watched quietly, feeling the breath from Zhao Zhengrong's voice just now. He was sure that Zhao Zhengrong had not only fought in self-defense and counterattack, but he had other

experience, because the breath released in that moment is very similar to them, butcher + executioner + soldier!

"Just give me money if you want it!" Zhao Zhengrong scolded his son loudly, looking at the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and yelled: "What a fool, why did I raise such an ignorant son like you?

I’m looking for trouble!”

After being slapped, Zhao Changzheng knelt on the ground. He raised his head high and had a bull-like expression on his face, full of dissatisfaction with Zhao Zhengrong's scolding of him.

"Still staring?!" Zhao Zhengrong stared, picking up the baseball bat left beside him and trying to pull it out of Zhao Changzheng.

"Bang", the baseball bat hit Zhao Changzheng hard, causing his body to tremble.

But this kid was a tough guy, and he still looked at his father with a dissatisfied face.

"Damn, this is outrageous!" Zhao Zhengrong, who was stared at by Zhao Changzheng, threw away the baseball bat and took out a thorn whip from the bar.

Seeing this thorn whip, Zhao Changzheng couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and pointed at Zhao Zhengrong's nose and roared loudly.

"You are just a weakling! If it weren't for you being my father, I would have slapped you long ago!" Zhao Changzheng continued to shout with excitement: "People come to collect protection fees every day, just because you are a weakling."

?Why don’t other hotels have it? You have the nerve to hit me, but I can’t stand your bad behavior. Are you still a man? I just don’t understand. How did my grandpa give birth to a weakling like you?

If you don’t think it’s embarrassing, I still think it’s embarrassing!”

Zhao Zhengrong's veins popped out after being scolded by his son, his face turned red from suppressing it, and he raised the thorn whip in his hand.

"Hit, hit, hit hard!" Zhao Changzheng stretched his neck, his eye circles suddenly turned red, and shouted to Zhao Zhengrong: "If you beat me to death, I can see my mother!"

The thorn whip fell down, and the anger on Zhao Zhengrong's face dissipated, replaced by deep guilt and self-blame. At this moment, his waist stooped down, looking much older, and his whole person was wrapped in a boundless loneliness.

"Get out of here..." Zhao Zhengrong yelled weakly at Zhao Changzheng and threw the thorn whip on the ground.

Zhao Changzheng wiped his eyes, winked at Zhao Ziyang, turned around and ran towards his house.

Zhao Ziyang shook his head. He was a little dumbfounded by this kid. It seemed that he had used this trick countless times. But this kid must be mentally uncomfortable, and his father was indeed a bit too coward, and everyone wanted to do it.

In this situation, he stood up for his family. You must know who his grandfather was. He was an old revolutionary who had experienced hundreds of cruel battles. His descendants must not be embarrassed and must live like men.

From another perspective, Zhao Changzheng’s idol is his grandfather. He has been nurtured since he was a child and has developed his daring and passionate character. He is born with a strong bones. It is not right for him to bow his head to others.

Maybe, this guy is a very proud person.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Ziyang patted Zhao Zhengrong's shoulder gently.

"It's okay." Zhao Zhengrong rubbed his face and showed a wry smile: "Hey, this kid is ignorant and has no idea how much trouble he will cause. But I have to thank you. If you hadn't helped me,

With the temper of the Long March, we will definitely suffer heavy losses."

"It's okay, we are all Chinese." Zhao Ziyang said this to Zhao Zhengrong, but he felt an indescribable feeling of discomfort in his heart.

What Chinese people like most is internal fighting, even overseas. The word "tolerance" has given the Chinese people a layer of servility. It's not that some problems are invisible, but that ancient precepts are at work.

It could be seen that Zhao Zhengrong was in a very bad mood, and it was not convenient for Zhao Ziyang to stay any longer. He casually chatted with him for a few words and then left. He could tell that Zhao Zhengrong was thinking of his dead wife.

There are times when a man needs to be alone.

Walk out of the hotel and walk to the right, cross the intersection and walk about a hundred meters ahead is the hotel where Zhao Ziyang lives. It is the rush hour after work, and the entire Chinatown is showing the most lively and prosperous side of the day.

Zhao Ziyang walked slowly among the crowd, stopping in front of some small stalls from time to time, looking high-spirited. But he glanced around with the corner of his eyes, with a smile on his face.

Someone was following him, but the tracking skills were not very good.

It should not be said that Zhao Ziyang discovered the other party through the other party's poor tracking skills, but his sixth sense told him. Generally speaking, when a person walks on the street and looks at another stranger with his eyes, he will never look at him for more than three seconds.

Seconds, the only people who can be looked at more than beautiful women are people who are incompatible with the surrounding environment.

But Zhao Ziyang, who is wearing a suit, is no different from the people around him. Britain is a country with a long history of civilization. They are very particular about their clothes. Calm and sophisticated suits are naturally their first choice.

Under this situation, Zhao Ziyang clearly felt a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, and keeping a certain distance from him.

Zhao Ziyang experienced changes in cell division and regeneration. At the same time, he found that his sixth sense was much stronger than before, so he was sure that he was being followed.

Taking two quick steps forward, Zhao Ziyang took out a small phone, pressed it casually, and then quickly turned into an alley.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang turn into an alley, a figure from behind also walked over quickly and plunged into the alley. But the figure who walked into the alley was stunned for a moment. He did not see Zhao Ziyang's person, and seemed to disappear out of thin air.
Chapter completed!