This sentence made the mountain sound in the courtyard. The people in the room looked at each other in a daze. The long-haired man said in a daze: "Oh, this is..."

"Kick the house!" Wang Xiaojun caught his words, and he grabbed his hair depressedly, "Someone actually kicked the house and kicked me!"

Seeing that no one answered, Hu Tailai still hugged his fist and shouted: "Who is the head of the family?"

Uncle Li patted Wang Xiaojun's back: "Hurry up, the boss."

Wang Xiaojun dragged the death row prisoner to the execution ground, rubbing to the door, grabbed the door frame and said, "What do you... mean?"

Hu Tailai said with a sound of red bell: "Hu Tailai is here to discuss and verify the skills of the Black Tiger Fist, I hope you will give me some advice."

Wang Xiaojun sighed and said, "Is it just a kick-starting game?"

Hu Tailai said: "Don't get me wrong. I sincerely come to ask for advice. I hope to make progress with my martial arts colleagues."

Wang Xiaojun said depressedly: "It's obvious that he's just playing the game!"

Hu Tailai seemed not good at speaking and said clumsyly: "You say yes."

Wang Xiaojun rushed to Hu Tailai and said maoly: "Brother, although our name is Tiezhang Gang, we have already changed the elderly activity room. How about you changing your family?"

Before Hu Tai said anything, Mr. Wang stopped doing it: "Don't let me know Xiaojun, I've been shouting at you. I've seen that your brand has been on for decades. Today, someone finally came to me. You can't be timid - Santong!" As he said that, he threw a card into the pile.

Wang Xiaojun jumped up and said, "You are watching the fun without complaining about the big deal!"

Hu Tailai said, "Little brother, it seems that you are the only one of the Iron Palm Gang here. If you are ready, I will be welcome!"

Uncle Li said coldly, "Let's do it!" He picked up the three tubes and put them into the card, squeezed and pressed them with both hands, "Get up!" He collected the money from the three families, quickly moved the chairs outside the door and slapped them to the base of the wall, and sat comfortably, then said, "You fight, I'll watch."

"And I!" Uncle Zhang was not slow, and he carried a chair and sat down with Uncle Li. Then Uncle Wang and the man with long hair were sitting. Three old men and one handsome man sat in a row under the wall. At first glance, it looked a bit like the scene of "The Voice of China". This was because the mentors were all Ineed You.

Wang Xiaojun collapsed and said, "You have to depend on your brain being beaten out!"

Hu Tailai was immediately full of expectations. He posed with his fists and said, "I offended!" His upper arm bent slightly, and his biceps immediately showed a graceful shape like an arch bridge...

Wang Xiaojun suddenly remembered something and shouted as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Wait, our Iron Palm Gang has rules - we are from the leader of the gang, and the gang members cannot fight with others casually!"

Hu Tailai wondered: "Is there such a regulation?"

Uncle Wang also looked at Uncle Li and said, "Is there such a rule?"

Uncle Zhang suddenly said, "I seem to have heard of this before."

Wang Xiaojun said gratefully: "You are my dear grandfather!"

Uncle Wang said disappointedly: "What are the rules that break? If you don't fight with others, why should you start a gang or a sect?"

Hu Tailai said, "Since that's the case, please invite your gang leader out."

Wang Xiaojun was gloating and gloating: "Not here! Don't say you can't find it, I can't find it!"

Uncle Wang nodded and said, "This is true. The old man seems to have no idea that he has such a grandson."

Hu Tailai suddenly looked like an eggplant hit by frost. Uncle Li said, "You still fight or not, if you don't fight, we will fight if you don't fight!"

Hu Tailai ignited hope for a long time: "Are the seniors also people in the martial arts world? I wonder which school they belong to?"

"Let's play mahjong!" Before he finished speaking, the three old men and a handsome man sat back at the card table with another gust of wind, and the speed was as fast as the director had cut the picture.

"Brother Hu is also walking slowly but not seeing him!" Wang Xiaojun twisted his body and was about to go back to the house.

"That... please wait..." Hu Tailai lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"You have something to do?"

Hu Tailai blushed and said, "I left in a hurry this time and forgot to bring the money. If it is convenient, can you lend me some travel expenses and will definitely return them in the future!"

"Oh, I didn't bring my money, that's fine. When you go out, it's Agricultural Bank of China, and when you go out, it's ICBC to the right - you always bring it?"

“No…”

Wang Xiaojun slapped his thigh: "I knew you didn't bring me! Did you come from playing the game or robbing?"

Hu Tailai turned his head and left: "I've said goodbye like this."

"I have a very bad temper." Wang Xiaojun muttered, and rushed to Hu Tailai a few steps, "Where are you going to next stop?"

"Shaolin!"

Wang Xiaojun said, "Don't blame me for not helping you. You saw my big yard?" The poster Hu Tailai gestured around his shoulders, "The water and electricity bills cost a lot of money in a month, right? My income now depends on the three old men and handsome men in the house. I am powerless."

Hu Tailai nodded: "I understand, I'll get your wish."

Wang Xiaojun said: "Let's stop being polite. I can't make up the travel expenses for you, but I understand the rules. Although our Iron Palm Gang is in name only, we cannot ignore the emergency rescue in the world. In this way, you can come to me for a few days first. If I have a bite, I can't starve you. You can find your brothers and brothers to think of a solution."

Hu Tailai's face flushed and said, "Is it appropriate?"

"There's nothing wrong, hey, can you cook?"

Hu Tailai shook his head: "No, the dumplings can't be cooked!"

Wang Xiaojun sighed: "That's okay, we can't afford to eat dumplings at all - you can stay here first."

Hu Tailai said timidly: "At three days at most, I will definitely come up with a solution."

Wang Xiaojun waved his hand, and at this moment, the iron gate was kicked open again. A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheek grabbed the door frame and shouted breathlessly: "Thank you... Is Xie Junjun here? Something happened!"

The handsome man with long hair turned around in surprise and said, "What's wrong?" People all know this thin man. He sells vegetables on the morning market on the street. Every time he talks, he always covers the electronic weighing screen with his hands and shouts, "Look, the scale is high, give you one or two more." He gets the nickname "One or two more".

After seeing Xie Junjun for one or two, he was still angry and said, "Go and have a look, someone is smashing your barber shop!"

"Ah?" Xie Junjun didn't bother to say anything, and ran away.

Seeing the excitement, Wang Xiaojun and the three old men in the house followed Xie Junjun's steps towards the gate. Hu Tailai saw that he was sweating profusely and couldn't help but say, "This big brother is very enthusiastic."

One or two more smiled and said, "Breaking a shop is the same as stealing a wife. Only when the main owner catches up can there be a good show."

Hu Tailai: "..."

Xie Junjun's barber shop is close to Wang Xiaojun's Iron Palm Gang, and the name is not called the barber shop, but is called "Times Hair Art Styling Room". Xie Junjun has three formal apprentices and two small assistants. They are said to be apprentices, and they all have their own skills. Some are good at cutting and some are good at perming, and the price is not exaggerated. People nearby are the best choice to get hair. Business has always been prosperous, so Xie Junjun has the leisure to play cards with the old men every day.

At this time, there were already people in groups of people standing across the street watching the fun. The barber shop was in chaos, and the customers surrounded by scarves were driven out. At the door, there were two fierce-looking burly men who were poking the glass on the door one by one with baseball sticks. There were three people inside. Several apprentices and helpers wanted to stop him but they didn't dare to, so they surrounded the door as if they were away from each other.

As soon as Xie Junjun appeared, the apprentices immediately surrounded him and shouted in a lingering voice: "Master!"

Xie Junjun glanced at the big man at the door, his fair face couldn't help but tremble, and asked subconsciously: "What's going on?"

The apprentices said one after another: "I don't know, a group of people came up and beat him and didn't say anything at all."

The big man with a scar on his forehead squinted Xie Junjun and said, "Are you Boss Xie?"

Xie Junjun said with a tough bullet: "I am."

Scarface grinned: "Do you know who you have offended?"

Xie Junjun was stunned for a moment, and Scar turned his face and shouted to the store: "Boss Xie has a bad memory. Brothers, give him a long memory!"

"Go!" The three big men in the store smirked, each taking out the thick gardening cutters, and breaking all the wires that could be seen, whether they were electric faders, hair dryers or dyeing machines.

"Buzz--" The onlookers saw this special method and started to stand up, but the sound was bounded by the ears that didn't happen to be transmitted to Scarface.

Uncle Li said leisurely: "The bad intentions of these grandsons are exactly the same as Wang Xiaojun's tucked cotton rope into the keyholes."

"Can you still remember me?" Wang Xiaojun groped all over.

"What are you looking for?" asked Uncle Li.

"Don't we call the police? I forgot where to hold the business card the two policemen gave me just now."

...

"No!" Xie Junjun's tears rolled in his eyes, and his hands were waving as if he was about to rush forward to fight his best. However, looking at the stick in the hands of the men, his feet were unconsciously slowing down half a beat, and they were stopped by their disciples just right, with only one head of hair floating in the wind, and I felt pity for him. Then again, the other party's despicable means were indeed more annoying than smashing, smashing and robbing.

"Stop!" At this time, a burly figure walked through the crowd, looking angry. It was Hu Tailai.
Chapter completed!