Most of the brave and ruthless people in society can smell the bloodthirsty atmosphere that has been tested for a long time in life and death.
Yang Chen approached step by step, doubling the pressure on the group of people on the opposite side. The few people standing in front of Brother Bao couldn't help it, gritting their teeth and rushing over. The poor man rushing at the front kicked out a decent flying kick, and Yang Chen sided
Bu dodged to avoid it, but also tucked the guy's legs under his armpits, turned around, and threw him firmly against the wall of the corridor.
The sudden contact between Baoge Mazai's back and the wall was accompanied by the harsh sound of broken shoulder blades. Yang Chen raised his arms, and the man slowly fell to the ground with his back against the wall. At the same time, the other man was nailed to death by the dagger in Yang Chen's hand.
On the wall, howling and wailing, but unable to move at all.
Yang Chen's steps did not stop even for half a second.
The group of women who were in the flesh business at the top of the stairs were dumbfounded, as if they were watching a real-life Kung Fu movie, and not a single one of them ran away.
When Yang Chen faced Brother Bao who was alone, there were more than a dozen people lying in a mess in the corridor about 30 meters behind him. It was full of ugliness and the scene was weird. During this period, he still walked calmly and never stopped.
Brother Bao stared at Yang Chen, who was two meters away, looking like a murderous god descending from the earth, looking fierce and angry.
This guy heard that Yang Chen could hit and hit with stones. When he was a child, he was so talented that his parents sent him to the Shaolin Martial Arts School to practice basic skills for a few years, and then specialized in Sanda for more than ten years. He used to sneer at similar rumors, but today he finally saw what it means.
I can beat him, but I can't help but regret the day I impulsively smashed up Yang's Restaurant.
The matter has come to this, and it is too late to regret.
Brother Bao slowly raised his fists and assumed an offensive stance of Sanda routine.
Yang Chen sneered and waited motionless. Brother Bao roared, rushed forward, and hit Yang Chen's temple with a swift left hook. The attack was ruthless and revealed the toughness of a trainer.
Brother Bao was halfway through punching. The moment he thought that Yang Chen, who was still motionless, would never be able to avoid his fist, Yang Chen moved, with the same uppercut, but a right uppercut, hitting Brother Bao impartially.
His fists were extremely precise and fluffy...the two fists wanted to touch each other.
Brother Bao's huge fist, which had been punched for many years, was as fragile as rotten wood and collapsed in an instant. This madman who was once confident that he could challenge Yang Chen or Shitou saw his left hand being wasted. He had no time to react, and he didn't even feel that his bones were broken or his muscles were broken.
Feeling the pain, Yang Chen's fist went straight in and hit his jaw.
The women far away at the stairs at the other end of the corridor seemed to have heard the sound of Brother Bao's jaw being broken and dislocated, and their faces turned pale and they gasped in surprise.
Brother Bao was knocked to the ground forcefully.
Not only the jaw and left palm bones were shattered, but also his arrogant confidence.
Yang Chen lowered his head, scorning Brother Bao, whose confidence collapsed and showed fear. He gently kneaded his fists with contempt on his face, but this was not over yet. He turned around and slowly walked to the poor guy who was nailed to the wall with a dagger.
The poor guy was so frightened that he forgot to beg for his life in severe pain.
Yang Chen didn't look at the poor guy. He pulled out the pure steel military dagger nailed into the wall and returned to Brother Bao. The guy who had hung it on the wall finally slipped to the ground, gasping for breath with lingering fear. He was fine, but Brother Bao turned around.
Full of fear, Brother Bao hesitated and couldn't say a word for mercy because his jaw was broken and misaligned.
"You are so virtuous, but you still want to destroy my whole family. Today I will cripple both of your hands and spare your life so that you can have a chance to experience the suffering that this world has brought you."
Yang Chen spoke, picked up Brother Bao, and then nailed Brother Bao's intact right hand to the wall with a dagger. This was not the end. He held the dagger that had penetrated Brother Bao's right hand against the wall and walked towards the stairs step by step.
It scratched the wall, making a harsh sound, and Brother Bao had to follow him. His right palm left long blood marks on the snow-white wall, which was shocking.
As they approached the stairs, Yang Chen turned around and kicked Brother Bao away, causing him to scream miserably for the rest of his life. Brother Bao fell to the ground and his right palm was cut open. Even if he was quickly stitched up by a doctor, the hand would probably be useless.
Yang Chen threw away the dagger and lit a cigarette. It was not a pretense, it was a habit formed by years of killing.
There were hurried footsteps downstairs, and soon a dozen men of various heights, short, fat, and thin appeared at the top of the stairs. Some were carrying machetes, and some were carrying wooden sticks. When they saw clearly what was happening, they were all stunned and at a loss.
Yang Chen smoked a cigarette and walked towards the stairs. Taking one step, the crowd blocking the way stepped back, and finally split into two. They looked fierce and gave way, but no one dared to move rashly.
"Please leave a name so we can explain it easily," someone shouted.
"Yang Chen...."
Yang Chen left without looking back.
The men at the stairwell on the fourth floor looked at me and I looked at you. Some of them gradually recalled the number one tough guy who was famous in major middle schools in Xinfeng five years ago. At that time, most of them were bad boys who roamed the campus or on the streets.
Lin Bao's brother Lin Hui arrived quickly. He was stunned when he saw the scene on the fourth floor corridor. He was in a daze for a long time before hysterically calling for an ambulance. Seeing his brother's miserable state, he was heartbroken and extremely angry, and almost called the police.
, thanks to remembering that several of these injured men have criminal records, one of them is still wanted and has been hiding in the bathing center to work.
Lin Hui hesitated for a moment and called someone, his master Zhu San. The call was answered and he told the whole story, but was scolded bloody.
"You should deal with the troubles you cause yourself. Also, the disability and housing expenses of the brothers below, as well as all the losses in the place, will be deducted from your share."
Zhu San said coldly, and a busy signal came from Lin Hui's phone.
Zhu San, who tried his best to keep his name clean and take the upper-level route and did not want to interfere too much in the affairs of the public, chose to temporarily tolerate it due to various concerns, but he underestimated the consequences of Yang Chen's parents being beaten.
The next day, like locusts, Shitou's gang swept through the Zhu family's premises in Xinfeng, including hotels, bathing centers, black jade mines and several construction sites, all of which were smashed.
The chaos was not limited to Xinfeng, but quickly spread to Xijing, the provincial capital. On the afternoon of the same day, more than 30 strong men wearing masks and holding sticks rushed into the sales department of a real estate in the provincial capital, smashing and smashing them like crazy.
At that time, seventy or eighty tough men wearing masks, under the guise of collecting debts for others, rushed into the second phase of the real estate construction site and wreaked havoc.
When the police arrived, all that was left was a messy scene. This property was a new project developed by Zhu Sanda with huge investment.
After Yang Guodong and Liu Hua experienced the beating, they were disheartened. With Yang Chen's persuasion, the couple finally closed the restaurant they had run for many years, moved into a new house, and began to enjoy a leisurely life.
The poor live in the busy city and no one cares about them; the rich live in the mountains and have distant relatives.
On the day when they officially closed the store and moved into their new home, relatives of the Yang family came over after hearing the news. Some were really happy for Yang Guodong and his wife, while others congratulated him without forgetting to pour cold water on them, saying that Yang Chen was young, bought a house with full payment, and drove a luxury car.
You two need to be careful, don't let your son make dirty money out there.
Yang Guodong and Liu Hua laughed it off.
People who can't eat grapes and say sour grapes are not surprising in this society and cannot be taken seriously.
Xinfeng Old Town, in front of Yang’s Restaurant.
Yang Chen silently looked at the door with the rolling shutter closed. This place held so many memories for him that he would never forget in this life. He was silent for a long time, then turned to Xu Wei, who had been helping the cook for many years, and said: "There is no one in your family anymore. My dad asked me to settle you down well. Think about it."
Go, you should go to the army to exercise. Even if you join the army as a car soldier, you can open a rental car or something after you retire. It will be much better than now. But I hope you have great ambitions. The army does not rely on academic qualifications. If you work hard, you will have a chance to get ahead.
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Xu Wei, who had been raised by the Yang family for many years, nodded heavily.
"Wu Jie, I'll leave this boy to you." Yang Chen turned around, patted his old comrade Wu Jie on the shoulder, said take care, got into the roadside sports car, and returned to Xijing.
