The elevator stopped slowly, and several people walked out in different shapes. Xiao Muqing held Ximen Lang's arm, as close as a pair of young lovers. The charming woman with blood on her face supported Zheng, who had a bruised nose and face.
In general, he looked extremely embarrassed. The other three people followed curiously, wanting to see who could defeat whom.
These people walked out of the unit door, paused for a moment, and saw two vans quickly driving into the community and turning around. They arrived near them in the blink of an eye, and stopped with a sudden brake. The door opened, and fourteen or five big men filed out, holding in their hands
They all carried wooden sticks and looked like they would beat anyone who disobeyed.
The leader, who was as lean as a monkey, saw the fat man and exclaimed, "Mr. Zheng, why are you like this? What bastard beat you?"
Mr. Zheng pointed at Ximen Lang beside him and said angrily: "It's this bastard boy, Daozi, you broke both of his legs for me."
Dao Zai looked at Ximen Lang and saw that he was just a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He cursed, "Young brat, you dare to attack our Mr. Zheng. Are you really impatient?" He waved his right hand.
More than a dozen big men came over and surrounded Ximen Lang and Xiao Muqing.
The two men and one woman who were ready to watch the excitement were startled when they saw this scene, and hurriedly hid aside, but did not leave.
Dao Zai caught a glimpse of the beautiful girl arm-in-arm with the murderer. He was also amazed. He thought to himself, this girl is so beautiful. If he could sleep with her for one night, it would be worth dying the next day!
Because he was unsure of the girl's background, Dao Zai turned around and asked, "Mr. Zheng, what should I do with this woman?"
In the final analysis, Mr. Zheng received this severe beating because of this beautiful girl. Therefore, he made up his mind that he would never let her go. He hurriedly said: "This girl is my darling. You must not touch her. Put that first."
This kid is useless to me."
After hearing the order, Dao Zai said to Xiao Muqing: "Miss, we don't want to embarrass you, please get out of the way?"
Xiao Muqing let go of Ximen Lang's hand, her pretty face was covered with frost, and she clenched her two pink fists tightly, ready to fight at any time. She turned around and said, "Don't worry, I will never let them touch you."
Ximenlang smiled and said: "Those little minions want to touch me, I'm not qualified enough. Qingqing, don't worry, you don't need to do it yourself." He pointed his hand to the west, "Look, I
Someone is here?"
Xiao Muqing looked in the direction of his finger and saw a van driving over first, followed by a semi-truck. The two vehicles suddenly braked and stopped in front of them, making a piercing scream.
What got out of the van were the five hall leaders and two team leaders of the Julang Gang. They all carried shining watermelon knives in their hands. When they saw the big men holding sticks surrounding the boss, they all had angry faces and raised their hands.
The knife rushed over.
"Don't move. I'll chop whoever moves. My knife doesn't have eyes."
"Damn it, you dare to be rude to my boss, I'm so impatient!"
On board the truck were members of the killing team and detective team. There were about twenty people. They were also carrying watermelon knives in their hands. They jumped out of the truck and ran forward to surround the big men. They shouted in unison:
"Don't move." The voice was loud and uniform, deafening.
Mr. Zheng, Dao Zai, and a group of his subordinates were all shocked. They did not expect that the other party would call so many people at once. There were twenty-seven or eight people in total. Although they were not very old, they all had the skills in their hands.
The sword looks like a ferocious spirit, which is scary to look at. Since we only have fourteen people in our party, we will definitely suffer a loss if we fight.
However, what surprised them was still behind them. They heard noisy sounds coming from the entrance of the community.
"Hurry up, hurry up, I won't make it if I'm late."
"The boss is fighting with people in this community. Go and help."
"Fuck you, if you dare to go against our Julang Gang, you are seeking death."
"Everyone, ride fast and beat these bastards."
"Destroy them all..."
In an instant, nearly two hundred bicycles swarmed into the community like locusts and headed straight for Building No. 6. As they approached, a group of sweaty teenagers got off the car one after another, carrying steel pipes in their hands, and grabbed those carrying sticks.
The big men were surrounded by people. They heard that the boss was fighting with someone, so these members of the Julang Gang rode their bikes here as hard as they could, so that it only took five or six minutes to reach the long distance, which was amazing at an amazing speed.
Seeing so many people surrounding them with weapons in their hands, Mr. Zheng and his subordinates were dumbfounded. They thought to themselves, who is this guy? Is he a gangster brother? Otherwise, how could he be in such a short time?
So many people were summoned in a short period of time!
Seeing the dumbfounded look of these guys, Ximen Lang showed a proud smile on his face. He looked at Mr. Zheng and said mockingly: "Damn fat man, aren't you going to call someone? Why did you call so many rotten garlics? We
Who has more people?"
Mr. Zheng said distractedly: "Brother... I was wrong. You have many people and you are a great person. Can you please let me go?"
Ximen Lang didn't respond. He turned to Dao Zai and asked, "Didn't you just scold me and want to destroy me? Keep going, don't stop."
Dao Zai finally understood this time that the young man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. He was probably the son of a gangster brother. How could he dare to be arrogant again? The arrogance on his face disappeared. He put on a flattering smile, nodded and bowed and said:
"Misunderstanding, purely a misunderstanding, this brother..."
"What a misunderstanding you have..."
Liu Kaifeng cursed angrily, stepped forward and kicked him to the ground. "How dare you call our boss brother? You are tired of living, so kneel down and call him uncle."
Dao Zai quickly got up from the ground, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, holding the stick tightly in his right hand, and said angrily: "We are all gangsters, don't bully others too much?"
"Damn, you still dare to be so stubborn?"
"Hit him..."
The seven middle-level cadres of the Prince Gang had ferocious looks on their faces, and they stepped forward one by one cursing.
Bu Qingyun kicked him diagonally, hitting Dao Zai's wrist, causing the big stick over three feet long in his hand to fall to the ground.
Fatty Han reached out and grabbed Dao Zai's arm, and with great force, he threw him over his shoulder and threw him to the ground.
Long Feiyu and others surrounded him, kicking his head and butt randomly. Sneakers of various brands fell on this guy like raindrops. The kicks made him scream and roll on the ground. After a while, he lay there.
He was motionless, like a snake that had been cramped.
The dozen or so big men brought by Dao Zai saw how ferocious these young men were, and beat their leader so hard that he couldn't move in the blink of an eye. Their faces were pale with fear, and when they peeked at the two hundred people gathered around, they became even more frightened.
Shocked.
With a "crack", the stick in a big man's hand fell to the ground.
Then this kind of sound came one after another, and more than a dozen big men dropped the sticks in their hands on the ground, begging for mercy with trembling voices and fear on their faces.
"Brothers, no matter what happens to us, it was the idea of that boy Daozai who asked us to come here and beat people."