"What are you looking at? Get out of here!" The gangster shouted at the right time to the onlookers. This shout was indeed very effective. Coupled with Ma Liang's kick, everyone moved out of the way knowingly.
The madam screamed at the top of her lungs again: "After looking for the lady, I didn't give you money and you beat me~ What's wrong with the lady? Is the lady not a human being? Children nowadays are terrible~ I have lived in Yiran Street all my life, and I have been raped by children.
Bullying~"
Ma Liang ignored this and just wanted to leave this poor place. He lowered his head and ran forward. He suddenly bumped into a wall and was bounced back. When he looked up, he saw that it was not a wall, but a wall.
Man's open chest.
"Who dares to cause trouble in our Yiran Street?!" A middle-aged man with a loud voice stood in front of Ma Liang. In the cold winter, this man was wearing a short coat and it was open, revealing his strong body.
The chest muscles have a mass of black chest hair on them.
Ma Liang looked up again and saw that this man had a fierce look on his face, like an angry wild boar. He was looking at him menacingly, breathing heavily from his mouth, and some disgusting stench was wafting from his mouth.
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"Master Biao, you are here!" The madam inside the house was still lying on the ground and was acting wildly. At this time, he stood up nimbly and rushed towards Master Biao outside the door, as if he had seen the savior.
"What's going on?" Master Biao frowned: "It ruined my good deeds!"
Only then did everyone realize why this man was still holding his arms open. It turned out that he had just climbed out of the woman's belly.
The madam had a good mouth and told the story of the incident, but she inevitably added fuel to the fire, describing how hateful Ma Liang and the gangster were and how pitiful she was.
During this period, the gangster quietly said to Ma Liang: "This Mr. Biao has been specializing in guarding the Yiran Street generation for more than 20 years. He is from the same era as your father."
Ma Liang nodded and looked at Master Biao again, knowing that this man was really not easy to mess with. He had the air of a charlatan that most people couldn't pretend to be.
Mr. Biao was a strong man, about 1.8 meters tall. He stood out among the crowd, like a movable hill. After listening to the Madam's narration, he knitted his eyebrows and said, "Take out the money, otherwise