Bang!

One kick.

Zhang Shidong's kick made the thugs who were very team-shaped and impactful like a freeze-frame picture. He watched the fastest-rushing gold medal thugs of the gold medal thugs in the air, moved to the opposite side of the road more than 20 meters behind his charge line, and knocked away the trash can across the road, rolled a few times, and hit the glass door of a hotel opposite. The mouthful was gushing with thick blood, and the person fainted.

Guan Guan and Lu Feng stood behind Zhang Shidong under the crowd of men in black. Professional thugs, who were far more professional than those gangsters, drew out sticks and knocked them down as quickly as possible.

Boss Zhang stood up with his head covering his head, stared at Guan Guan and asked, "Mr. Guan, what do you mean? Does Brother Jun know about this?"

Guan Guan snorted coldly: "Old Zhang, it's not me who is in charge of this matter. You dare to touch Brother Dong's friend, so you have no face to talk about it." Two men in ordinary clothes walked to Boss Zhang's side, took one hand out of their arms, and the cold gun hit Boss Zhang's waist and eyes: "Let's go."

There is a way that people are soft and afraid of hard, those who are hard are afraid of being arrogant, and those who are arrogant are afraid of being desperate. Boss Zhang used to be desperate, but he is even more afraid of those who are desperate.

"Brother Dong, I know who you are, give me a chance to speak."

As soon as he heard Boss Zhang say this, he knew that his news was very well-informed. Now there is a legend about Brother Dong circulating in Pingjiang. After Guan Jianjun recovered from his injuries, he drank with someone and said that the King of Hell in Pingjiang Ning said that the King of Hell in the street was nude and even more so that Dong Ge's image of Brother Dong's eyes was full of hands and eyes into the minds of some people. A little girl, who had made a lot of money in recent years, no longer had the ruthlessness of life-demanding in her bones.

"It's broken."

Seeing that Zhang Shidong did not object, the boss Zhang set an example first, letting his people get out and follow him into the bar alone.

In the private room, An Xu shivered. He had met Zhang Shidong at the cool Pingjiang office of Huazhan Building. He just thought that the other party was Xiaomei, an ordinary colleague, and looked at the current situation...

Boss Zhang didn't wipe the blood on his face, and clasped his fists at Xiaomei, looking at Zhang Shidong: "It's my honor to know Brother Dong. I hope Brother Dong can give me a chance to meet me without fighting."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three beer bottles, Zhang Boss swung up and smashed it on his forehead. The beer bottle shattered and more blood flowed down from his head. Zhang Boss didn't care, just looked at Zhang Shidong.

Seeing Xiaomei subconsciously not hiding beside her, but half of her body was huddled behind A Guang, Zhang Shidong stood up, walked to Zhang Boss, took him to sit down on the sofa, put his hand on the huge ashtray on the coffee table, and pressed it casually.

Boss Zhang's eyes suddenly widened, and the coffee table was embedded at the bottom of the ashtray, and the one-centimeter position on the top was completely destroyed.

"This is my brother, and he will handle today's matter."

Everyone in the room saw an unforgettable scene of victory. It was plexiglass. The thing that could smash the human head was wiped out by a random touch. This picture had subverted the perception of those present.

A Guang's hand was tightly held with Boss Zhang. It was a degree of bad luck. Boss Zhang wiped blood. A Guang turned around and asked Xiaomei: "How do you want to deal with this beast?"

An Xu cried bitterly, and Xiaomei turned her head and waved her hand: "Let him go, I don't want to see him again."

A Guang nodded and stepped on An Xu's right hand with a sudden kick. Amid the other party's howling pain, a slit knife popped out from the waist of his pants. Without hesitation, he directly cut off An Xu's little finger of his right hand. He squatted down amid the other party's howling pain, and patted his face: "I don't want to see you again in Pingjiang."

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In the small town in the north, a faint layer of snowflakes cover the city.

Early in the morning, the street food stalls and morning markets are steaming hot. Pedestrians and elderly people who come and take a walk in the early morning will treat this place as a gathering point, buy some cheap vegetables and fruits, and have a hot breakfast. You just need to follow the elderly people who are walking and ensure that they can buy affordable and clean food. They are very familiar with every stall in the morning market. They see who sells things in a short time, whose goods are good and cheap, and whose breakfast is unhygienic.

Old He and Old He just sent their wives home, soy milk and fried dough sticks for their grandchildren. The two old neighbors left the house with a stool. They had been used to it for more than ten years. After retirement, they felt uncomfortable not taking a bath for two or three days. The bathhouse for three yuan was maintained for more than ten years. Even the elderly who saved every penny for their descendants felt that it was time to raise prices. In the era of soaring prices, what else could three yuan do?

The owner of the bathtub, Fatty Lao Wang, always said that he is not short of these two money, just hope that his brothers and others will come here often to spend time together, sit together and have some tea and chat and play chess, and feel comfortable.

"Um?"

As soon as Lao He and Lao He entered the bath, they were stunned. On weekdays, they were deserted and only a few young men were soaking in the hot pool where they came early. Lao Wang and Xiao Cai did not wipe the floor or make tea, but accompanied the two people to take a bath.

Seeing a guest coming, the two young men stood up.

The first man who was so honest that Old He was shocked first. The scar and the large-covered colored tiger tattoo have a strong visual shock. In addition, a group that is becoming more and more demonized in society today makes the honest people think of being far away from each other. After the second young man stood up, the two old men smiled awkwardly at Old Wang, turned to the corner to take a shower, and did not breathe a sigh of relief until the other person left the bath area.

Lao He: "Did you see that? That's a gunshot wound."

Lao He: "I'm not sure, but those scars are all real."

Lao He: "Lao Wang and Xiao Cai are also weird today."

Lao He: "We will go out early later. If we see something is wrong, call the police."

Lao He: "Yes."

The old-fashioned bed was covered with blankets, and A Guang seemed very nervous. Just now he knew that the person Zhang Shidong led him to see was the legendary Prince of Tiger in the Northeast. After a few years, he was increasingly unable to see through Zhang Shidong. In less than half a month, he cured all his legs and feet. He borrowed several people from the butler to himself, a restaurant, a bath center and an Internet cafe. A Guang, who was much more glorious than before, appeared again on the streets of Pingjiang. Although he was unwilling to admit it, the fact was that the words of Dong Ge on Pingjiang Road made Brother Guang a new rich man who was willing to lower his status and make friends with the butler.

At first, A Guang was a little resistant. He was so proud that he didn't want to take advantage of his brothers and didn't want to be given alms. But as his body recovered and his status returned, the boss and the boss's wife looked humble in front of him. The so-called friends in the past, lowered their heads, rubbed their hands, and laughed at each other, all of which passed by his mind. It was better to have it than to lose it. A Guang kept his gratitude in his heart. In a word, Zhang Shidong's order, he was obliged to go up to the mountain of swords and fire.

Thinking of this, his anxiety and fear when he saw the famous tiger prince disappeared, and his performance gradually became normal, and the spirit of the Yangtze River's back waves was also shown.

A pot of wild vegetables, a roll of old sweat cigarette, chewed a few slices of pear slices, leaned against the bed, closed his eyes, and smelled the damp smell in the air, Zhang Shidong couldn't help but praise: "The tiger prince really knows how to enjoy it. I'm afraid that few people can understand this kind of immortal life. In the words of Lao Yanjing, another bowl of dough, a plate of soft meat slices should be smooth..."

The tiger prince who was patted with a big belly laughed: "The life in the city will never be boring or boring. Xiao Cai, go to the opposite side and ask you, Uncle Hao, cook some of the food, and tell him that you have to brew the wine by yourself, don't try to fool me."

"Hey." Zeissnan put on his clothes and covered his fair and sick skin. Ah Guang, who was beside him, quickly put on his clothes and followed Zeissnan out of the bath. At the door, the middle-aged woman selling tickets erected a landing sign at the door: "Business is closed today."

No reason is needed, just as the bathhouse never aims to make a profit, it is hard to stand for money.

A Guang followed Zeisan and saw him walking into a small restaurant with dirty faces. He shouted a few words at the door, then came out to squat at the door to smoke, looked at A Guang and handed him a piece: "Black, there are three forms, first-class, fighting, killing, fighting bravely, put your head on the belt, spending day after day in a drunken and dreaming day. You may have 300,000 yuan today to enjoy it, or you may be killed tomorrow. The second type is team, organization, bottom line, style, doing something and not doing anything. The coat you are wearing is the backbone of society. In the eyes of some people, you are a successful person. The third type is a very popular online language. Although my brother is not in the world, there is still a legend about me in the world. Which one do you want to choose?"

A Guang also followed Zeissnan's appearance and squatted under the wall, with his eyes clear in the smoke: "I don't understand these, I just know that this is a shortcut to success, which will meet all my worldly needs. On the spiritual level, I hope that I can have the power to control order. People are more important to know themselves. I know what materials I am, and I can make some people understand and live according to my rules, and I am content."

"What are your rules?" Zeissnan curled his lips.

A Guang is now immune to all kinds of ridicule. He just resurrected with the help of Zhang Shidong, and his great immune system is shrouded in the state.

"At least, I will not let some people who work hard to earn a little money to support their families, but will also suffer from mental and material torture by the villain."

Without big ideals, the small businessmen in the morning market who get up early and go to bed late can make money with peace of mind, and will not be bullied by some miscellaneous people who call for stall fees under the name of so-called urban management.

"Xiao Cai, the food is ready, hurry up and send it to the fat man."

“Hey.”

A Guang could not understand the third kind of blackness that Zeisan said. At least he could not understand why Prince Tiger looked like this now. He should not be living in the door of the mansion. The bodyguards at the door were all black suits, black leather shoes, black sunglasses, and wearing Tang suits, speaking mysteriously and without anger, he was powerful?

A bathhouse owner and a bathhouse, and a bathhouse scrubber, would such a person be the top tycoon who dominates the Northeast?

"The representatives of the CPPCC in Bingcheng and famous private entrepreneurs are not important. The other party is smuggling abroad and has a group of mercenaries under his command. You are sure to fight for the hatred that the other party must have forgotten in the past."

All day, A Guang accompanied Zhang Shidong to enjoy the life enjoyed by ordinary people in the bathhouse. He ate, drank, and slept for a short time. In the afternoon, the bathhouse was open normally, and he threw poker and chess, and finally took a shower and left after listening to the noisy sound. When he walked to the door, A Guang finally heard a word about serious matters.

Zhang Shidong stood still, his voice faintly: "It doesn't matter who he is. In my eyes, he is nothing."
Chapter completed!