"..."

The music on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped.

"It won't take five minutes, I'll give you an explanation right away!"

District Chief Wu replied very quickly.

"Beep beep beep...!"

Wu Guangming, who has been in politics for decades, took the initiative to hang up the phone call from his superiors for the first time. Five minutes had become the lifeline of his political career. He was impatient and did not give him much time to think. He immediately dialed the Chengnan Police Department.

The phone number of the security director.

...

Let’s get back to the main battlefield.

The sandbag used by Zhang Peng to block him had been beaten until he coughed up blood and his face was like gold paper.

Immediately after Zhang Peng knocked down several people in succession, Huang Mao, who had already smashed the Civic Benz into a pile of scrap metal, suddenly threw a stick on his back.

The manpower was exhausted, and Zhang Peng was not made of iron. The blow with the stick made him stagger, his center of gravity became unstable, and he fell over. He tried his best to climb up with one hand on the ground.

"Bang!"

He took two steps forward and kicked Zhang Peng on the shoulder blade with his right foot. Zhang Peng flew backwards for more than a meter and hit the ground heavily.

"I thought you were really invincible, but you scared me."

Helmet sneered while walking slowly towards Zhang Peng.

Seeing that the battle was coming to an end, Xing Zai and A Ming, who were watching from a distance, also walked towards the center of the crowd again.

When passing by Xiaohu, Xingzai picked up Xiaohu, whose skin had been beaten to pieces and his face was covered with bloodstains and bruises, but his original appearance could not be seen.

"Crackling" was a big mouth thrown at Xiaohu's face.

"Aren't you a natural? Aren't you Haonan from the north of the city? You're so powerful that you stab me with a shovel?"

Xingzi scolded and beat him, making it clear that he wanted to avenge himself for being chased away by Xiaohu in the north of the city.

"The dog basket is...a dog basket. Hundreds of people were driven away by me using a wrench, and now they are showing off again in a majestic way, bah!"

Xiaohu, who was grabbed by the collar by Xingzai, was unable to resist. He slumped down and cursed vaguely. At the end of his words, he gathered all his strength and spat a mouthful of blood on Xingzai's face.

Xingzai was so angry that Xiaohu spat on him. He didn't expect that Xiaohu, who was already in this state, would dare to resist, so he slapped Xiaohu on the face with all his strength.

Xiaohu, who had already received countless beatings tonight, was immediately knocked unconscious by this slap in the mouth.

"Give me an iron rod. I have to beat him to death today! Xiaoji Laizi, you really think of yourself as a person. Even if I kill you, it will be in vain!"

Seeing Xiao Hu fainted, Xing Zai was not relieved and reached out to ask A Ming for a dick!

"Brother Xing, who are we? Why do we want to kill him in front of so many people?"

A Ming stared at Xing Zai closely and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Xingzi was stunned for a moment, and then he took back his outstretched hand. The two of them moved towards Zhang Peng, who had been knocked down several times, but still got up again like the undefeated Xiaoqiang, and Zhang Peng, who was pinned down by several people.

Xiao Hao walked on the floor.

Zhang Peng was beaten down again and again and got up one after another. He took an iron rod from Ma Zai's hand and waved it around wildly. He was almost exhausted and engaged in the final struggle to trap the beast.

Xingzi and A Ming glanced at Zhang Peng, who was still under siege, and selectively bypassed him.

A Ming kicked Xiao Hao on the head, who was pinned to the ground and unable to move.

"Bang!"

"Aren't you quite courageous? Aren't you pretending to be the embodiment of justice? Don't you love to be a flower protector?"

Every time A Ming yelled, the force on his feet became stronger. Xiao Hao's head hit the ground full of car glass debris, causing several small cuts.

"You bitch... just torture me to death! In such a big scene, if you don't torture me to death... I will look down on you!"

Xiao Hao didn't dodge and let A Ming step on his head and keep pressing down.

"You said that you and the gang of scoundrels you found are quite interesting. Only six of them dared to get out of the car, and they dared to rush to the south of the city with bare hands to cause trouble. Damn, you really think that all of you have practiced King Kong to be indestructible.

What about magical skills like me, a martial arts hero?"

Faced with A Ming's ridicule, Xiao Hao remained silent, lowering his head and looking at the ground.

When A Ming saw that Xiao Hao was not talking, he simply pulled Xiao Hao's pigtails and lifted his head up, and said with a joking face: "You know, fortunately you have a good father. Otherwise, hey hey hey! You are better than what you are looking for.

These little scoundrels are not going anywhere!"

"Pop!"

After slapping Xiao Hao twice more, A Ming relieved himself. After looking at each other, Xing Zai and he walked towards the Ye Ji warrior who had been alone in the field for four or five minutes.

"Bang!"

Helmet was eager to resolve the battle in front of him, so he took advantage of Zhang Peng's rough skin and thick flesh without dodging two blows from Zhang Peng. He relied on his strong body to directly knock Zhang Peng to the ground.

At this moment, the Chengbei boxing champion no longer had any of his cool spirit of not taking everything seriously. His face was mixed with blood, and he looked miserable.

"Cough cough cough..." Zhang Peng covered his chest with his right hand, put his left hand on the ground, and stood up again tremblingly.

Helmet was just about to swing his casserole-sized fist again to complete the final blow of this battle. But as soon as he raised his fist, he was blocked by Xingzi on the side, indicating that he should put it down first.

Xingzi stepped forward, less than two fists away from Zhang Peng, bent down slightly with a smile on his face.

"They say that the new group of people who have sprung up in the north of your city are very capable, but that's all I see today! Are you using my place as a mountain temple to break into? Are you really thinking that you are raining on Songjiang in time?!"

"Huh!" Zhang Peng didn't even raise his head and snorted without answering.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Seeing that Zhang Peng, who had already been reduced to a prisoner, was still so arrogant, Xingzi, who always had his eyes high above his head, couldn't stand it. He slapped Zhang Peng twice on the blood-stained face at the same time.

"I'm asking you, are you deaf or mute?"

Even after being beaten and scolded, Huang Mao didn't dare to say a word, so he picked up the iron rod and raised it high.

With a "clang" sound, it hit the roof of the Honda Civic.

Then several young people around Huang Mao followed suit, picked up iron bars and smashed the Honda Civic!

Of course, Huang Mao was the one who got hit the hardest. The entire roof of the car was completely deformed by him, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on the helmet's mouth on the car.

"Bang bang click!"

Seeing the ferocious look on the eldest brother's face, the other boys didn't dare to move up, so they had no choice but to smash the windshield, car doors and other corners.

The door glass of the Civic shattered, and Xiao Hao's roommates who were hiding in the car hugged their heads and huddled together without daring to say a word.

Xige, who had been sitting in the box on the second floor of Ledu watching the surveillance video, saw that only Zhang Peng was still struggling to support himself, and his tense expression relaxed slightly.

After patting Yue'er with his hand, he walked into the box and sat next to him on the thigh of the girl wearing an aqua mini dress.

"Bring me a cigarette."

The girl pointed to the mobile phone that was always vibrating on the coffee table and asked tentatively: "Brother Xie, is this your phone number?"

Xige's eyes were fixed on the phone that had been on the table, and he frowned and said: "Just take the cigarettes if you are told to do so, don't worry about it!"

"Hey!" the girl responded, quickly smoothing her dress that sank as she sat down, and walked out of the box with her long legs.

Xige was sitting alone in the box, and his anxious mood was no longer hidden. He pinched his joints with his fingers and made a "crack" sound.

As Xingzi said, in fact, from the moment people gathered at the entrance of Ledu, Xige's cell phone, sitting in the box on the second floor, has not stopped.

Looking at the familiar numbers on the caller ID, Xige was indeed under a lot of pressure.

No matter how deep Xige’s family background is, the relationship is the result of continuous accumulation of you helping me and me helping you. Similarly, if I don’t work for you, then the next time you come to me, the power I can offer will definitely be limited.

Already.

Hundreds of people gathered to fight on the main road in the south of the city, which is rare in the history of the Seven Cities. Even if Xige can settle this matter through his family background, there are some relationships that have been used this time and want to continue.

It will take a lot of effort from the boss to get there.

Xige, who seems to be a chess player, is also mute and unable to express the pain of eating Coptis chinensis.

The origin and process of everything seemed to be reasonable, as if everything was within his plan. But I am afraid only he and a few brothers knew exactly what was going on.

Today's conflict is unavoidable. Not only must we fight! We must also make a name for ourselves! Knock down these gangsters who have sprung up in the north of the city in one fell swoop!

But at the same time as fighting, we must control and minimize the impact. How to reduce it? Naturally, only the thunder is loud and the rain is small, and the most important thing is to easily resolve the battle in front of us as quickly as possible.

But he was surprised to find that A Ming, who was patting his chest and saying that everything was ready, turned out to be a complete fool.

Even though the number of people was more than ten times that of the opponent, they fought for more than ten minutes and still could not bring down all the opponents. Instead, the number of onlookers around them increased.

People who took out their mobile phones to film and record couldn't even be stopped.

Fortunately, Xingzi prepared his own manpower and quickly entered the scene to quell the situation. Now this farce is finally coming to an end.

Zhang Peng struggled to hold on when being besieged by several people around him. He quickly came out and grabbed a horseman who was approaching him, grabbed his throat and turned him over in front of him.

"Bang bang!"
To be continued...