On the same road, there were three white vans driving in an orderly manner. The first one was the one that Zhou Ming and the others were riding in.
"Now do you understand the origin of the black butterfly?" Uncle Zhou said proudly.
Zhou Ming was shocked when he heard it, and was deeply impressed by the thrilling stories from twenty years ago. While admiring him, Zhou Ming raised a question: "As far as I know, Gao Yang, the leader of the Wolf Gang's war hall, was not killed by Black Butterfly.
Was he killed by someone else?" At the same time, he carefully observed Uncle Zhou's expressions and movements.
Uncle Zhou said: "This is a rumor among the people. I don't know the specific situation. After all, it is a matter of the Wolf Gang and has nothing to do with us ordinary people."
"I understand." Jin Ren said: "Uncle Zhou, do you mean that you are from the 'Black Butterfly'? Otherwise, how could you scare Jiang Di to the point where he doesn't even dare to move?" [
"Wrong." Uncle Zhou said, "I have nothing to do with the 'Black Butterfly'."
"This is amazing." Jin Ren said: "You can scare Jiang Di by just saying twelve words. Then I will memorize these twelve words by heart and go to the Wolf Gang and Tianxing Club."
The gang leader was chatting, Zhang Yang said, it would be a good idea to ask them to act as my brother's hall master, protector, or something like that."
"This is different." Uncle Zhou said with a smile: "These twelve words are effective when spoken from the innermost part of me, but not effective when spoken from your mouth."
"Why?!" Jin Ren was surprised.
"Hey, to tell you the truth, in the entire Xinxiang City, there are only a handful of people who know these twelve words, and they are limited to the top leaders of a few major gangs." Jiang Di shook his head and said.
"Uncle Zhou, how did you know that?" Jin Rencai didn't believe that this old man who kept talking nonsense didn't have a shop identity.
Uncle Zhou said: "I told people's fortunes by chance and heard others talk about it."
"Come on, not a word of truth." Jin Ren rolled his eyes at Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming nodded and said "hmm" repeatedly, expressing full agreement.
"Uncle Zhou, are you really blind or are you pretending to be blind?" Jin Yi stretched out his hand from the back row to the front row, curiously touching Uncle Zhou's sunglasses, wanting to take them off to have a look.
"Of course you are really blind!" Although Uncle Zhou said this, he seemed to be able to see Jin Yi's hand. He turned his face and avoided it, and flicked the back of Jin Yi's hand hard. Jin Yi retracted his hand, feeling pain
I wanted to shed tears.
"You can't bully a blind man like me. God has eyes." Uncle Zhou started to be blind again. Fortunately, Zhou Ming and others were used to his style and no longer cared about it. Especially Zhou Ming, he was in his heart.
He has already regarded Uncle Zhou as Uncle Chao, and he has adapted very well. He thinks that even if Uncle Chao puts on Ultraman's equipment, he can't change his bad mouth.
The surrounding area was gradually becoming more prosperous, full of lights, feasting, and extravagance. The car had already entered the city and was heading steadily towards the Wutang Club on Fireworks Alley.