Xing Rui looked at Han Quanquan and smiled. In fact, she already had an idea in her mind after hearing Niu Xidong tell what happened.
"Zhao Qiang is a bully. To deal with him, you must deal with him severely."
"I think so too. It would be best to be imprisoned for a few years, but when I think about him being Zhao Lizheng's son, what?"
Han Quanquan looked at Xing Rui in embarrassment.
"Brother Han, do you think this is good?..."
Saying that, Xing Rui leaned over and whispered for a while. Seeing that Han Quanquan still had a sad look on his face just now,
Slowly, the corners of his mouth raised, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, okay, sister, I will do as you say."
It was dark at night, and under the willow trees that doubled the wooden bridge at the head of Dahe Village, a dozen strong men were hiding in ambush.
A dozen pairs of eyes stared closely at the wide dirt road outside the wooden bridge.
After about half an hour, I finally vaguely heard the sound of an ox cart, its wheels rolling against the ground, and the faint sound of voices coming over.
Han Quanquan was lying under the embankment. At this time, someone pushed his arm.
Han Quanquan did not look at that person. His two pairs of big eyes were like sniper rifles, staring closely at the people who were about to come to the bridge.
The bullock cart finally came slowly, and when it reached the bridge, five or six men jumped out of the cart.
"Boss, do you want to pour all this rapeseed oil on?"
"What the hell, why don't you pour it all over and let you take it back to stir-fry and eat it?"
The man who was scolded bared his teeth and hurriedly reached out and picked up a jar of rapeseed oil from the bullock cart.
"What are you looking at? What's the ink stain on Hurry Up?"
As he spoke, Zhao Qiang raised his foot and kicked him over. The man who was kicked didn't dare to say a word and hurriedly picked up another jar filled with rapeseed oil and stood aside.
The oxcart pulled a total of three jars of rapeseed oil, and four or five torches were wrapped in rags.
Zhao Qiang took down four or five torches from the car, looked at the man standing on the side, and stuffed them into his arms.
He took one out, looked at the man standing next to him holding a jar of rapeseed oil, and shouted coldly in a low voice,
"Open,"
"yes, Sir."
The man hurriedly held the jar with one hand and opened the top of the jar with the other hand.
The moment the jar was opened, the aroma of rapeseed oil suddenly wafted out.
Chef Han clearly heard someone next to him swallow hard. After all, it was rapeseed oil.
There are still several jars, so naturally some people are jealous.
"Get it, put oil on the torch, hurry up."
As he said that, he first dipped the torch in his hand into oil, and the man holding a torch hurriedly came over.
He dipped the torches in his hands into oil and distributed them to the two men around him.
"You pour rapeseed oil on both sides of the bridge, and you two pour the entire bridge deck."
"Yes, boss."
With a sound, three men rushed up to the bridge with jars of rapeseed oil in their hands.
"Boss, where are we?"
The three men holding torches looked at Zhao Qiang and asked.
"There's no rush. Once the three of them finish pouring the oil, we'll immediately light the torches and throw them onto the bridge. I don't believe this wooden bridge hasn't caught fire yet."
"Okay, okay, boss is smart. This will make the people in Dahe Village squeal. Will we, the people in Xiaogang Village, stop pretending when they see us in the future?"
You have to kneel down and call me "Master", ha..."
"Shut up, are you afraid no one will hear you?"
Zhao Qiang laughed coldly. The man was so frightened that he shook his body and no longer dared to make a sound.
"Li Zheng, they are starting to add fuel to the fire, isn't it time for us to do it?"
"Wait a moment."
Han Quanquan looked at the endless black shadow behind Zhao Qiang and the others. It was already this hour, why hadn't anyone come yet?
"If you wait any longer, will the bridge be on fire?"
The people around Han Quanquan anxiously grabbed the soil under their bodies with their hands, wishing they could rush over and kick these dogs into the river.
"Boss, it's all done."
The three men ran back holding the jars of oil.
"Then what are you waiting for? Put on the fire and fold it, light it up..."
"Li Zheng..."
The dozen or so men lurking around were all anxious this time, and they all looked towards Han Quanquan.
The entire bridge deck was doused with rapeseed oil. If there was even a spark at this time, the entire bridge would be reduced to nothing.
Han Quanquan was extremely anxious. He clenched his hands tightly into fists and wanted to rush forward immediately.
Throw these bastards into the Ganniu River and reflect on their actions.
But he just held his hand tightly, suppressing the anger in his heart and did not give the order to rush over.
Stab...
A sudden stab caused cold sweat to break out on the backs of all the lurking men.
A beam of light ignited in Zhao Qiang's hand, and he slowly moved the flaming stick towards it.
With a breath, the torch soaked in rapeseed oil started to burn.
Then the men made strange noises and made some ugly faces.
As the torches were lit one by one, they appeared ferociously in the dark night.
"ignition……"
Zhao Qiang nodded, and the men were about to turn around and walk towards the wooden bridge behind them, but they didn't want to.
At this time, I heard a voice coming from the dark night with great anger.
"Nigga, why don't you stop..."
Among the shouts, there was the pattering... footsteps that kept running.
"Brothers, come on..."
When Han Quanquan saw that the time had come, he shouted loudly, and the dozens of men who had long been unable to restrain themselves, like evil tigers, picked up the wooden sticks in their hands and rushed out.
"Boss, it's bad, we were fooled..."
"Boss, it's your father, Zhao Lizheng..."
That shout immediately frightened all the men who were familiar with Zhao Lizheng.
Who doesn't know that Zhao Lizheng is very evil and will not be merciless when beating his own son?
Zhao Qiangtian is not afraid of anything but his father.
But at this moment, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. He also bit his back molars and looked at the men who were so scared that they almost peed and said.
"Now that everything has been done, now that I, Zhao Qiang, have risked my life, will the worst-case scenario result in my death?"
Zhao Qiang said so, but the other men never thought that burning a bridge would cost them their lives.
After hearing what Zhao Qiang said, no one dared to move.
Just at this moment, Zhao Lizheng, who ran over, shouted again,
"Boy, whoever dares to do this will be kidnapped and sent to the government directly."
"Boss, let's forget it?"
One man was frightened, especially when he heard the sound of Han Quanquan and others rushing towards him from behind. His legs began to tremble because they were no longer his.
"Song Baodan, get out of here, you don't dare me to come, get out, get out..."
Snapped……
Suddenly, the oil jar in the hand of a good man fell to the ground. The man felt sorry for the rapeseed oil and poured it on the bridge, so he secretly kept it in his hand.
Unexpectedly, with such a push by Zhao Qiang, all the rapeseed oil from the broken jar was sprinkled on Zhao Qiang's body.
The man holding the torch hurriedly came over to take a look without knowing why, but as soon as he leaned over, the torch in his hand was directly placed on the corner of Zhao Qiang's clothes, and he made a roar...
