Zhao Gangjun didn't need to look back to know that someone behind him was looking at him with a machete.
The owner of the machete is not a good hand, so the machete's chops are not impressive.
Zhao Gangjun had ten thousand ways to avoid it, but Zhao Gangjun did not hide.
He saw Huang Mao's eyes widen in fear, then rushed to his side, grabbed his hand, and pulled him back.
puff.
The machete struck Huang Mao on the shoulder.
Huang Mao happened to take a step back, so the cut with the knife was not deep.
Several of Huang Mao's men had already rushed to the front.
Bang bang bang.
With just a few punches, the swordsman was knocked to the ground.
It seems that this is not a master.
"Depend on!"
Huang Mao held the wound on his shoulder, looked at Zhao Gangjun and said, "Brother Gangjun, are you okay?"
"fine."
Zhao Gangjun smiled and said, "Your reaction is really fast. I wonder if I can escape?"
"I know this, I know it, but how could I control so much at that time?"
Huang Mao gave a bitter smile and said, "I saw that person slashing at you, and I just... rushed up."
"Wrap it up."
Zhao Gangjun said, "It looks like there are no bones left."
"Yeah, minor injury."
Huang Mao said, turned to look at the young man who was pressed to the ground, and said, "Who sent you here."
"I am a piece of grass and mud, I am here to avenge my young master's family!"
Although the man called himself Lao Tzu, he looked like a young man under twenty years old.
"Oh? Still a die-hard loyalist to Cao Qing?"
While Huang Mao took off his clothes and let his men bandage the wound, he raised his foot, stepped on the man's head on the ground, and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I will never let you go even if I die. It was you who killed the young master's family!"
the young man shouted angrily.
"Then you really have no choice but to die."
Huang Mao's face darkened and he said, "Throw it into the river."
"Wait a minute."
Zhao Gangjun said suddenly.
Huang Mao turned his head, looked at Zhao Gangjun and asked, "Brother Gangjun, what's wrong?"
"Let me see this guy."
Zhao Gangjun walked up to the man and squatted down.
Looking at the ferocious look on the man's face, as well as the childishness and fear that could not be concealed under the ferocious face, Zhao Gangjun said with a smile, "Who are you working for?"
"I'm here to avenge the young master's family!"
The man shouted, "You are a murderer and I will kill you."
"Revenge, well, this is a good thing. It shows that you are a person who values love and justice. Do you want to kill me? But you have to know that you can't kill me." Zhao Gangjun said seriously.
"Pooh."
The young man wanted to raise his head and spit on Zhao Gangjun's face, but his head was held down and he could only spit on the ground, which made his actions somewhat funny.
"If Huang Mao hadn't blocked you just now, you would have died long ago."
The young man said unconvinced.
"Do you really feel that way?"
As Zhao Gangrong spoke, he suddenly punched the ground with his fist.
This sudden punch made the young man tremble because the fist was less than five centimeters away from his face.
The whistling force made the young man's hair blow. When the strong force blew across his face, the young man even felt a burst of pain.
What a domineering power this is.
Zhao Gangjun squatted on the ground and hit the stone slab with his fist. The stone slab was dented and the cement board was broken into several pieces.
Zhao Gangjun retracted his fist and said, "Look, do you think you can kill me?"
The young man was silent. Looking at the pit beside him, he swallowed and said, "No matter what, I will kill you."
"Hahaha."
Zhao Gangjun suddenly laughed, then slapped the young man in the face and said, "Why do you kill me? How old are you? You know nothing, you have a father and mother, right? Do you have relatives and friends?"
Aren't you afraid that if you anger me, I'll kill them all?"
The young man's face changed and he said angrily, "Grass Ni Ma, you dare to touch my parents and try it!"
"Look, you have parents and you come to kill me. This is tantamount to committing suicide. It's so unfilial, right? If I want to kill you, your parents will have to send the white-haired person to the black-haired person, so I will spend the rest of my life
The ones I hate to see the most are you 17 or 18-year-old gangsters. A bowl of dumplings and a few steamed buns have paid for your so-called life-and-death friendship. I don’t know what tricks Cao Qing used to make you still be so devoted to him.
, but I want you to understand that death is like a light going out, Cao Qing is already dead, and if you don’t want to die, just go back to your parents and don’t hang out with others. Look at your neck. This is
What? A tattoo? How old is a kid to get a tattoo? Damn it, I hate you idiots."
As he said that, Zhao Gangjun slapped him again, "You said you followed a boss, what will happen if you get along? Bully others? Or do you want to become a boss too? Ask Huang Mao, let him study now or let him
If he messes around, give him a choice, which one will he choose?"
"I will definitely study." Huang Mao had already understood what Zhao Gangjun meant at this time, and quickly said seriously, "There are more people who study than just have a way out. Look at me, now that I have been chopped by you, I may be beaten one day.
It was a shot, bah bah bah, what I said is uncertain, so no matter how good you are, you kids might end up dead on the street one day, no matter how good you are, you kids, at your age now
It’s better to study hard.”
"I won't kill you today because I don't want to see your parents grieving over your death."
Zhao Gangjun said, "Next time I see you, I will kill you."
After saying that, Zhao Gangjun stood up and said to Huang Mao, "Beat him, don't cripple him, and then send him to the hospital."
"good."
Huang Mao nodded.
After the young man was sent away, Huang Mao said cautiously, "Brother Gangjun, are you planning to teach that man to be kind?"
Zhao Gangjun smiled and said, "He is almost the same age as me. For such a young man, it is better to be alive than dead. But if he chops you, nothing will happen, so let him suffer a little bit."
, after all, I don’t like to see dead people, especially these young people who are still young. Besides, if he comes back alive, it may save you some trouble."
Looking at Zhao Gangjun, although Zhao Gangjun is only an eighteen-year-old young man, for some reason, Huang Mao feels like he is looking at an elder.
This feeling made Huang Mao more respectful to Zhao Gangjun.
"Good job."
Zhao Gangjun patted Huang Mao's shoulder, "This injury is not bad."
Huang Mao chuckled and said, "It would be more shocking if it were deeper."
"This is shocking to you. By the way, have you found the person I asked you to check for me?" Zhao Gangjun asked.