Fang Ying got up and went upstairs, but didn't come down for a while.
Zhang Xiaolong guessed that Fang Ying should have gone to ask Tang Zhen for instructions. About an hour later, Fang Ying came downstairs and placed a USB flash drive in front of Zhang Xiaolong.
"Here is all the information about Ho Yaoren. These are top secret information, please do not leak them out."
Zhang Xiaolong's eyebrows twitched and he asked: "So fast?"
Fang Ying explained: "The Jazz Society, like the Pinlan Society, is a very large secret society, so the country has always been paying attention, just in case."
"Do you have my information too?" Zhang Xiaolong asked nonchalantly while holding a USB flash drive. He suddenly felt terrible. The state institutions were really terrible.
Fang Ying nodded: "Yes, and it's very detailed."
"I knew it." Zhang Xiaolong stood up and said gratefully: "Thank you, I have to go back beforehand."
"I won't send it."
Fang Ying did not come out to see him off. Zhang Xiaolong left Fang Ying's house and found a group of more than 20 young men holding sticks standing next to his car. The leader was none other than the Fourth Young Master from Beijing.
When the Fourth Young Master of Beijing saw Zhang Xiaolong, he shouted loudly: "It's him, it's him, brothers, come on."
More than twenty young men armed with sticks swarmed forward, waving the sticks in their hands, and charged towards Zhang Xiaolong.
Zhang Xiaolong smiled coldly, turned around and walked away. He ran into the small garden in front of the building in a few steps. He grabbed a bamboo stick from the withered garden on the side of the road. He turned around and straightened the bamboo stick in his hand, facing the pursuer.
The young men who came over hit him head-on, and all those who were chasing him were blinded.
After a series of violent beatings, in just a few blows, more than 20 young people were beaten until they were like mice. They were beaten back and forth, and Zhang Xiaolong beat them away in just two or three minutes. Just when Zhang Xiaolong thought he could leave,
From around the corner of the house, another group of soldiers wearing green military uniforms appeared.
One of the four young men in the capital ran a few steps and shouted from behind: "Boy, you are waiting to die. If I don't beat you to death today, I won't be able to hang out in the future. Come on, and if you are beaten to death, it will be mine."
Zhang Xiaolong picked up a baseball bat from the ground with his feet. Facing the soldiers who were in their fifties and sixties, he did not leave the small garden in front of the building. The terrain here was good. If he got to the main road, he would be surrounded by fifty or sixty people.
Come on, no matter how good Zhang Xiaolong’s skills are, it’s hard for him to make any mistakes.
Pick up the baseball bat in your hand and start playing.
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Zhang Xiaolong held up his baseball bat and let out a long breath. He looked around at the soldiers lying on the ground, groaning and groaning. He also came out of the house and stood at the door with some shadowy figures.
Zhang Xiaolong smiled and waved his hand: "Major General Fang, you are not the one who called me here."
Fang Ying shook his head and looked at the wounded soldiers on the ground. Most of them had lost the ability to move and were not fatally injured. It seemed that Zhang Xiaolong was merciful.
Fang Ying came over and said, "You'd better not leave. Mr. Tang's people will come back later. Such a big thing has happened. You'd better go over and explain."
Zhang Xiaolong nodded: "These brothers are very skilled, but I'm exhausted."
Fang Ying shook his head again and sighed. At this time, the fourth young master of the capital, who was originally extremely arrogant, had disappeared. They had never seen anyone who could fight like Zhang Xiaolong.
Soon, Tang Zhen's people rushed over, and then Qi Fanghang also came over with his people.
Seeing someone trying to take Zhang Xiaolong away, Qi Fanghang understood what was happening. He jumped up on the spot and shouted: "What are you doing? Why are you taking my boss away? Let me see who dares to touch my boss." Qi Fanghang was not only arrogant.
, and he was very daring to do it. He led the people to protect Zhang Xiaolong.
Zhang Xiaolong touched his nose and said, "Xiao Qi, stop making trouble. I'll go with them. It'll be fine. Remember to go back and notify my uncle and ask him to pick me up." Qi Fanghang nodded and didn't do anything to stop him.
Zhang Xiaolong knew in his heart that this was Yanjing, and although he was not at fault for the fight this time, the people who came were all Tang Zhen's people, so he still had to give him a little face, which was just for show.
The Fourth Young Master from Beijing who had been scared away just now ran back and shouted arrogantly. One person shouted loudly: "You dare to hit me, my father is Li Gang."
Zhang Xiaolong smiled: "This is also in Yanjing. If we change the place, hehe..." The implication is that if we change the place, Zhang Xiaolong will ask people to chop them up and feed them to pigs.
The Fourth Young Master of Beijing did not hear Zhang Xiaolong's words. They whispered to each other, stared at Zhang Xiaolong with squinted eyes, and all took out the dial-up numbers to contact Zhang Xiaolong.
Following Fang Ying into a military vehicle, Zhang Xiaolong sat lazily in the back seat, with a cautious and nervous military policeman on each side.
Zhang Xiaolong said to the two of them: "Don't be nervous, we are all our own people."
The two gendarmes looked at each other. This was the first time they had seen such a member of their own family.
Fang Ying was in the passenger seat, turned around and asked angrily: "How did you offend those four scum? In the entire military compound, they are the four most scumbags."
"I don't want to either!" Zhang Xiaolong explained the matter in detail.
Fang Ying sighed and said, "It's getting more and more outrageous."
In a building in a certain district of Beijing that was gorgeously decorated, just like the high-rise buildings for the nouveau riche nearby, Zhang Xiaolong was lying on a sofa, alone in a room of less than 40 square meters with mirrors on all sides.
Zhang Xiaolong is not worried at all now. As long as he is not taken to the gendarmerie, armed police force or police station, it means that the matter is not harmful at all. He took out his mobile phone and took a look. It has been twenty minutes since he came in. He will probably be here soon.
result.
Shi Qiangjun, Tang Zhen and Fang Ying stood in a room to the right of Zhang Xiaolong. A ten-centimetre-thick double-sided mirror isolated the sounds of more than thirty people walking around in the room. On more than twenty large and small monitors, from
Information from all over the world is constantly being gathered. This comprehensive command center is a secret facility of the military. In the basement below the building, there is a giant supercomputer running day and night.
Tang Zhen stared at Zhang Xiaolong who was lying on the sofa with a relaxed expression, feeling extremely helpless. He turned to Shi Qiangjun and said: "He, your nephew, is a trouble wherever he goes, even if he doesn't look for trouble.
, trouble will also find him."
Shi Qiangjun smiled, but that's not it. What happened this time was unexpected. Who would have thought that a trip to Fang Ying's house would lead to such a thing.
However, as an uncle, Shi Qiangjun is still extremely proud: "Xiaolong performed well today. He hit more than 70 points by himself. Even when I was young, I couldn't do it."
Tang Zhen also nodded: "It's really amazing. The Yang family has lost a lot of face this time. Fifty armed policemen can't beat one person."
"It's not his grandson who came out to make trouble, he deserves it." Shi Qiangjun said happily.
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At this time, the Fourth Young Master of an armed police branch in Yanjing stood in front of a violent old man in his sixties, respectfully as if he were a grandson.
"Grandpa, you have to make it for me!" It seems that he is really a grandson.
The speaker was Yang Guangcheng, one of the four young men in Beijing. The man in front of him was Yang Wei, who was in charge of arresting the armed police in Yanjing.
The other three young masters in the capital are Li Libo, Cao De and Yang Zhen. All four of their families have backgrounds in the military. They grew up in a military compound and developed the unscrupulous character of the second generation.
They do whatever they want, thinking that no one in the world can control them.
Yang Wei was so excited that he slapped Yang Guangcheng hard on the face. He whipped Yang Guangcheng around three times and fell to the ground. He didn't get up for a long time.
"Grandpa." Yang Guangcheng cried with runny nose and tears.
The remaining three of the four young masters shivered and almost peed their pants.
It is obvious that the Fourth Young Master used alcohol to commit the crime this time and deliberately provoked him first. Although the adults were wrong, the Fourth Young Master later entangled dozens of people to find a place for him, let alone others.
If Zhang Xiaolong is beaten, Yang Wei can come forward and spend some money to settle the matter.
However, the problem is that they dispatched dozens of people, but instead of recovering the place, they were beaten violently by Zhang Xiaolong. Fifty well-trained armed police soldiers were all sent to the hospital with a baseball bat.
.
Yang Wei was almost going crazy. It was so embarrassing to lose this battle.
"Grandpa, why are you hitting me? You have never hit me since childhood." Yang Guangcheng cried aggrievedly, but he fell on the ground but did not dare to get up, for fear of being slapped again.
Yang Wei said angrily: "I usually let you practice martial arts, but you push back and block one by one. You deserve to be beaten. You asked me to help you, I can't afford to embarrass that person."
"Grandpa." Yang Guangcheng continued to cry.
Yang Wei walked around the room a few times, then sat down and smoked a cigarette.
At this time, an armed policeman walked in quickly and reported: "Chief, the suspect was not sent to the police station, but was taken away by Mr. Tang's people. He can't find him anywhere."
Yang Wei waved the messenger down, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I knew that anyone who dared to beat someone at the gate of the military compound would definitely not have a back-up."
Yang Guangcheng below was stunned when he heard it. It was okay for them to bully ordinary people. In front of people with the same background, the so-called four young masters in Beijing were just self-proclaimed. There were too many young masters in Yanjing, and not only
Four of them.
"Grandpa, are we beaten in vain?" Yang Guangcheng said aggrievedly.
"We can't let it go like this." Yang Wei gritted his teeth.
The military, which is based on force, has always believed that whoever has the strongest fist is the boss. In addition to various competitions organized by the military, some troops will also compete "privately".