Yang Bei's arm-wrestling action made several gangsters look at each other and become annoyed.
The one holding the wine bottle raised the bottle and pointed at Yang Bei's head and walked into the narrow alley: "Nima, what is a foreigner pretending to be like me?"
This is an old-fashioned residential building. The floors are not high, and the width between the two buildings can only accommodate a few trash cans.
This person is basically one-on-one with Yang Bei, because if another person is crowded next to him, it will be easy to accidentally injure friendly forces during the fight.
The wine bottle brother is also the kind of person who is very deadly. When he entered the alley, he waved the wine bottle and smashed it directly at Yang Bei's head: Bang!
With a loud noise, Yang Bei dodged the blow, and the wine bottle smashed against the wall and shattered into pieces.
This guy has a lot of momentum, but his skills are really not very good. Yang Bei found the right opportunity and kicked him in the abdomen - in fact, kicking the chest is more likely to make people lose their fighting ability, because it will cause damage to the heart and lungs.
But Yang Bei is not a martial artist, he can kick people hard and powerfully, and he can kick high.
It's almost done when it reaches the stomach.
The wine bottle brother screamed, clutched his stomach and fell out, cursing: "No, we have to drag this kid out!"
"It's really useless."
The leader got impatient, rolled up his sleeves and got in, then raised his hand to grab Yang Bei's collar.
Yang Bei didn't struggle, but when he was pulled out, he twisted his back ankle, exerted force on his waist, and raised his right arm fiercely - a punch.
boom!
Yang Bei is very familiar with the human body.
This punch hit the opponent's chin very delicately.
Although this scene may seem slow, it actually happened quite quickly. In the eyes of the gangsters behind him, Yang Bei punched out easily and calmly.
Then, in everyone's surprised eyes, their leader took a few steps back, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
He was still staring, but he was obviously stunned by the punch.
Several gangsters also panicked and rushed to help him: "Brother? Are you okay?"
"Brothers, kill him!"
This group of gangsters were not frightened by Yang Bei, but became even more violent.
Yang Bei shook his fist behind him and gasped in pain: He was still not suitable to use violence to solve the problem, so he had better find another method.
Yang Bei moved his shoulders and watched as several people rushed in one after another. He unhurriedly took out a palm-sized cotton package and raised his hand.
Snapped!
The cotton cloth fell to the ground and shattered into a cloud of light green dust.
This group of gangsters only felt their eyes blurred, and the last words they heard were: "This medicinal powder is used to deal with wolves. It is actually a bit wasteful to use it on you."
"What?"
The last one to rush in, after just taking a sip, he felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if electric current was rushing through his brain, making him unable to see clearly what was in front of him, unable to hear the sounds around him, and unable to smell anything.
Any flavor.
It's like the senses are closed.
Then, he felt someone grabbing his collar, then holding down his head and slamming him against the wall: Bang!
With a muffled sound, his face came into close contact with the wall.
Then he was confused.
He didn't know how long his head had been buzzing. It might have been a blink of an eye, or it might have been several hours before he felt something. He blinked his eyes desperately and saw the picture.
Then I saw the other three brothers, all lying on the ground and not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Yang Bei, on the other hand, leaned against the wall and looked at him: "You have inhaled the least, are you awake?"
"Then, what is that?"
"Some gadgets for hunters, for dealing with wolves."
Yang Bei's voice was calm.
After being inhaled, that thing can briefly stimulate the human brain nerves through the nasal cavity. It sounds complicated, but in fact it is not difficult to do it. The nerves in the human body transmit information, firstly, using the bioelectricity in the human body, and secondly, using the inner nerves.
A chemical substance.
Strong stimulation will temporarily paralyze those chemicals.
For example, if you take a strong breath of pepper, your sense of smell will become less effective in a short period of time, and it will also stimulate tears.
The green dust that Yang Bei sprinkled had a similar effect. It had a strong effect on wolves and animals of similar size in this part of the human body.
But if you want to deal with bigger tigers and blind bears, it's still not enough.
The medicinal materials used in this thing are not complicated, but before large-scale breeding was understood in ancient times, there were only family members who relied on the mountains to feed the mountains. The hunting teams they raised would bring these things with them when they went into the mountains to drive away the wolves.
Now that modern medicinal materials can be cultivated on a large scale, the cost will be much lower.
Yang Bei did these things for self-defense.
After all, he had recently encountered a soldier who had trouble finding a medical center, and was poisoned at a ridiculous club. He was really worried if he didn't prepare something to protect himself.
"We have no grievances, right?"
Yang Bei knelt down and patted his cheek: "Brother, why are you causing trouble for me?"
The gangster knew that he was in trouble, so he begged for mercy with a sad face: "I, I, my dear man, please spare my life, I have an eighty-year-old mother..."
"Stop."
Yang Bei interrupted him: "I'm not a gangster, and I won't kill you. I just want to ask, who sent you here?"
This gangster was really frightened by Yang Bei's methods and did not dare to hide it at all: "It's a man named You Chicheng. He, he gave each of us several thousand yuan to teach you a lesson."
"You were bribed for a few thousand dollars?"
Yang Bei blinked: "Am I so worthless?"
"He only said to teach you a lesson."
The little gangster cried sadly: "If you need arms or legs, it will definitely be expensive."
"Who is that You Chicheng?"
"How do we know this? We only know that he wears suits and leather shoes and looks like a dog."
The gangster said bitterly: "Heroes, we are just street kids. You don't remember the villain's faults, just think of us as nothing."
Yang Beizhen was a little puzzled: He really didn't know You Chicheng.
Never heard of it.
In fact, he didn't recognize not only You Chicheng, but also Zhang Yiwen and the person who poisoned him in the club.
But everyone came to trouble him.
Yang Beizhen was a little confused. He was just thinking about how to dig out some clues from these gangsters, when he suddenly noticed a line of sight not far away.
Across the alley, after crossing a road, there was a man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing sunglasses and looking furtively.
Seeing Yang Bei look at him, the other party quickly looked away and hid behind the telephone pole.
Yang Bei calmly looked away, but remembered the person's figure and position. He stood up, clapped his hands, and said coldly: "Next time, show your skills and don't provoke me again."
After saying that, Yang Bei walked out of the alley and entered a small supermarket, pretending to buy something, but looked at the man through the window.
The man stared at the entrance of the alley for a while, then walked to the corner and took out his cell phone and started making a call.
"Hello? Mr. Qian, that Yang Bei is a bit evil. I found four or five gangsters, but he knocked them all down."
A response came quickly from the other end of the phone, impatiently: "You Chicheng, are you okay with that? Why do you need to go to such trouble to find someone to teach a fool from out of town?"
"Qian Shao, I didn't expect him to be so good at fighting."
You Chicheng said bitterly: "If you give me some more funds, I will definitely find a good guy and break his legs!"