It’s been a year! It’s been a whole year since Zhang Zhuang went to the Sunset Bar. Time flies so fast. In this year, Zhang Zhuang has experienced so much, including dangers and successes. He has changed from a law-abiding person to a well-behaved person.
Ordinary people have turned into professional gangsters with blood on their hands. The third brother's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and he has begun to have more and more subordinates. He has already recruited a group of ruthless desperadoes. If anyone who was familiar with him before
When I see him now, I will definitely not associate the man with the occasional fierce gleam in his eyes and the gloomy expression in front of me with the demobilized soldier who used to always smile. A year of underworld career has changed him too much.
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Zhang Zhuang still likes to wear cheap casual clothes. It’s not that he can’t afford to spend money to dress himself up. Since he won the wholesale market, a lot of money has flowed into his pocket. Although he is different from other people on the road to fame,
He is still a junior who has just entered Taoism, but he is not a poor guy anymore. It’s just that he thinks that clothes are strong and durable. There is no need to wear famous brands such as Leather and Cardan. For him, becoming
The goal of becoming the overlord of the underworld made him even more excited. He and Peng Hui found a spacious house. In fact, they could have lived separately, but these people were already used to living together, so they simply discussed it
After a while, we still lived together as before.
Han Shuirou went home recently, and she hadn't been reunited with her family for a long time. In her heart, she hoped that Zhang Zhuang would go back with her. However, the smart girl sighed secretly when she saw that Zhang Zhuang didn't mean it.
She took a breath and said nothing more. Although she and he were living together now, she was unwilling to force Zhang Zhuang to do things he didn't like. With a woman's intuition, she could guess that there must be something hidden in Zhang Zhuang's heart.
She had a complicated emotion, but she never asked him. To love someone is to tolerate everything about him. She still knew this truth.
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Zhang Zhuang walked around the wholesale market as he did every day, greeting familiar vendors. The business in the wholesale market is now very good, and the income of Zhang Zhuang's gang is also growing steadily. Xiucai
Following him, a pair of eyes glanced at the strangers from time to time. Since Xiucai recovered from his injury, his relationship with Zhang Zhuang has become stronger. Xiucai is now not only the chief thug in the gang, but also Zhang Zhuang.
He is a personal bodyguard. Many times, tasks such as collecting accounts for others are done by the scholar, so Zhang Zhuang can feel at ease when doing things.
"Let's go out for a walk." Zhang Zhuang turned to Xiucai and said. Xiucai nodded, walked out of the market with him, and walked slowly on the street. It was relatively hot in the morning, and there were not many people on the street.
The two of them were walking and admiring the scenery on both sides of the road. The scholar suddenly asked: "Third brother, what seems to be on your mind recently?" Zhang Zhuang was stunned for a moment, then he pulled a leaf from the willow tree on the side of the road and rubbed it.
His hands stained by the juice also turned emerald green, "It's nothing, maybe it's just that I've been too peaceful recently, and I always feel that it's not a good thing!" The turbulent underworld in H City has suddenly become very peaceful recently, but often behind such tranquility is
Huge storms are hidden, just like the sea. Once it is too calm, it will be a precursor to the beginning of a tsunami.
The scholar nodded and said: "Yes, I also feel that the limelight is wrong." After thinking about it, he added: "Third brother, I heard that the Sun Dama stick has come back recently. It's the one you broke your arm in the bar last time.
That Sun Dama stick."
Zhang Zhuang nodded without saying anything. The scholar went on to say: "Third brother, Sun Damabang is hanging out with the bald Cheng Jin. I heard that he is highly appreciated by Cheng Jin. He has said that he wants to sort out the past."
That account."
After he finished speaking, he added: "Third Brother, in fact, the person who offered 50,000 yuan to buy one of your hands on the road was Sun Damajang. At that time, the brothers on Sandao Street and I were also jealous of this bonus and wanted to
I did it for you, but I didn’t expect that in the end..." The scholar smiled sheepishly.
Zhang Zhuang turned around and punched him, "You kid really had the intention of destroying me! Haha, but then again, if it weren't for Sun Dama's stick, how could we two have known each other?
Well, from this point of view, I have to thank that boy." After saying these words, Zhang Zhuang's eyes became gloomy, and the muscles on his cheeks moved. Of course, he would not put Sun Dama's stick on him.
In his eyes, once Cheng Jin, a well-known bald man from the underworld in H City, got involved, things became more complicated. Although he was by no means the empty-handed white man now, his comprehensive strength and time in the world were very important.
Compared with the older men, the gap is not small. Zhang Zhuang is not arrogant enough to think that the boss is superior to him.
Soldiers come to block, water comes to hoard soil! Damn it, compared to the desperate efforts, Zhang Zhuang thinks that he is still among the top in the underworld of H City.
After making up his mind, Zhang Zhuang felt relieved and looked at the surrounding scenery leisurely. The scholar stopped talking and just followed him closely. Suddenly Zhang Zhuang stopped and stood beside him.
The scholar behind him saw Zhang Zhuang's body nailed to the ground like a piece of wood, and subconsciously clenched his fists with both hands. Through the clothes he was wearing, the scholar could clearly see that Zhang Zhuang's chest was rising and falling, his breathing was quickening, and he was confused.
The body also began to tremble slightly. Although the amplitude was very small, the scholar could still see clearly. The scholar's nerves immediately tightened, and his right hand quickly reached to his waist, holding the handle of the Japanese sword inserted there, and his eyes
Sweeping back and forth quickly, looking for dangers lurking nearby, you can't blame Xiucai for being nervous. After all, Zhang Zhuang's gang has offended too many people recently, and it would be weird if no one cares about them.
The scholar asked quietly: "Third brother, is there something wrong?" Zhang Zhuangxiang didn't hear what he said. He stared straight ahead with complicated eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. The scholar followed his gaze and then
I noticed a few people in front of me. Judging from their clothing and actions, they looked like a group of gangsters. One of the girls was scantily clad, with blonde hair, heavy makeup on her face, scarlet lips that seemed to be dripping with blood, and pure white lips.
The suspenders vaguely reveal the bra. Her chest is not very big, but it stands proudly. Under the very short skirt, she has a pair of long and beautiful legs with crystal clear white. The first impression of the scholar is that she is a young lady. Beautiful chicken, such a person
There are so many H-markets, and Zhang Zhuang usually would not pay them any attention at all. If Damaya was in this situation, Xiucai would not be surprised at all, but Zhang Zhuang's current performance really exceeded his expectations.
After a while, Zhang Zhuang took a deep breath and walked towards them with long strides. The scholar moved his mouth, but finally did not make a sound and followed him silently until he came to these people.
, Zhang Zhuang did not speak, but just stared at the girl. Several gangsters felt the murderous aura and arrogance of these two young people, and immediately stopped making noises and slowly surrounded them.
Some people stretched their hands into their arms, obviously preparing to touch their dicks. Zhang Zhuangxiang didn't feel anything at all and was still staring at the girl. He hadn't seen her for nearly a year, but he never dreamed of the girl who was once full of talent. Qing Chun Ke
A person's Xia Hong will look like this. The beautiful and kind-hearted little girl with superb cooking skills will appear in front of him with such an image. A year later, she is still so beautiful, and the thick foundation cannot hide the fact that she is still as beautiful as ever.
With her beautiful face, through her eyes, Zhang Zhuang saw the most painful scars hidden in her heart. The scholar glared, his ferocious gaze slowly swept across the faces of several gangsters, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone."
Don't fucking move, whoever moves will die!" The scholar said this without any emotion, neither did he raise his voice, nor did he pretend to be pretentious, but these gangsters felt a huge pressure on them.
Come, a chilling air fills the air. These gangsters can be regarded as experienced figures in society. Their intuition tells them that this young man is definitely telling the truth. It is best for them to stand there and not move.
s Choice.
Finally, Zhang Zhuang spoke, and his hoarse voice didn't sound like his usual self at all: "Xia Hong, you. How did you become like this?" He really didn't know what to say, so he blurted out this sentence.
Xia Hong glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, took out a pack of cigarettes from the bag, which was of the 555 brand. She picked out one, lit it skillfully, blew out a smoke ring, and replied nonchalantly: "Who are you! No matter what.
Are you following me? I think it’s pretty good how I am now. I can eat when I want, play when I want, and sleep when I want. I no longer have to shamelessly go to someone every day and dig out my heart and liver like before.
I can't hear a good word." After finishing speaking, he blew out a puff of smoke in Zhang Zhuang's face, pointed at the gangsters around him and said: "These are my friends, you can also say they are boyfriends, you can't say they are night friends.
It’s almost time to change the groom at night, hahaha.” There was a kind of desperate sadness in her clear voice.