Not only the people in the walled city will take care of you, but also some residents outside the walled city will come to take care of you, which makes the walled city very prosperous.
As early as the vehicle drove in, some people noticed it. When the three people got out of the car, they unconsciously stopped what they were doing and stared at Ah Xing and Fatty Cong.
They knew these two people, and it was because they pretended to be the Ax Gang that they got into this huge trouble.
Upstairs, with her hair curled and a cigarette dangling from her mouth, the charter woman in white pajamas was hanging clothes to dry.
When he saw that the people getting out of the car were Ah Xing and Fatty Cong, his expression suddenly darkened.
"Husband, look, those two damn gangsters are here again, and they're bringing a master with them." The charterer looked at Zhou He with a serious look on her face.
"Master? Let me take a look, eh? His blood energy is so strong, he looks like he is a master of external martial arts." The charterer saw through Brother Zhou's training method at a glance.
"However, weren't these two guys captured by the Ax Gang? They can still come out." The charterer touched his chin and thought.
"Humph, no matter what he is here for, as long as he dares to cause trouble, I will definitely beat him up." The charterer clenched her fists and said viciously.
Zhou He also noticed the charterer and his wife upstairs, and Zhou He smiled and raised his hand to say hello to them.
"Click!" With a sound, the charterer closed the window directly, but there was still a small gap left.
Seeing this, Zhou He withdrew his gaze, and then looked at a tailor shop not far away.
"Let me make you some clothes first." Zhou He immediately walked towards the tailor shop.
Axing and Fat Zaicong immediately followed Zhou He and walked into the tailor shop.
"It's closing time. My shop is closing and I won't be doing business anymore." The tailor who was packing his luggage in the back room knew someone had come in without even looking.
"Why don't you take my order and close the shop?" Zhou He said with a smile.
"Please come back, please." The tailor did not agree.
"One hundred dollars, how about making some clothes for the three of us?" Zhou He held a hundred-dollar bill between his fingers and threw it towards the back room.
"call out!"
The hundred-dollar bills were spinning, tearing apart the white curtain and flying into the room.
The curtain was torn, and the tailor in the back room had a hard expression on his face. He reached forward with his hands and directly took the hundred-dollar bill in his hand.
The tailor glanced at Zhou He, and then he was attracted by Ah Xing and Fat Zaicong, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.
"Are you from the Ax Gang?" When the tailor saw Ah Xing and Fatty Cong, he subconsciously thought that Zhou He was from the Ax Gang looking for trouble.
"The Hong family's iron fist is famous for its fierceness, but this generation's descendant is actually a sissy, tsk tsk tsk..."
"Is the Ax Gang worthy of commanding me?" Zhou He said calmly.
"Since you are not from the Ax Gang, what are you here for?" the tailor asked.
"I'm looking for you to make some clothes. By the way, come and compete with the Hong family's iron fist."
Zhou He pointed to the iron ring above, looked at the tailor and said, "Get on the iron ring."
"I can make clothes for you, but there is no need to discuss them..."
Before the tailor finished speaking, Zhou Heyi waved his hand and a stone flew out, directly breaking the two bamboo sticks above.
Immediately, the iron rings fell towards the tailor.
Suddenly, the tailor stretched out his hands and took a sharp breath. Suddenly, he saw that the iron rings seemed to have a guide, and they were all inserted into his hands one by one.
"Hoo~ drink!" Immediately, the tailor clenched his fist, and suddenly, the loose iron ring tightened instantly, which was extremely magical.
"This is decent, come on!" Zhou He pushed back with both hands, and he saw Ah Xing and Fat Zai Cong being sent out of the tailor shop.
The two of them landed on the ground, took two steps back, and then stabilized their bodies and stopped.
The tailor didn't say anything. He kicked his feet fiercely and rushed towards Zhou He. A pair of fists hit Zhou He's chest straightly.
"Bang bang!"
A fierce fist hit Zhou He's chest, making a muffled sound.
The tailor was stunned. He found that Zhou He didn't dodge at all. He was hit and didn't move at all.
Immediately, the tailor retracted his hands, then stretched out his right hand, shouted, and hit Zhou He's waist with the iron ring.
"Boom!"
The sound of Jin Ge came out.
"What an amazing external skill." The tailor took two steps back, his expression extremely solemn.
Zhou He patted his chest and waist, and in the next second, his figure exploded out. Before the tailor could react, he pinched his hands and then yanked him back.
The tailor had no resistance at all and was pulled towards the door.
However, the next second, Zhou He's fist struck at extremely fast speed.
When the tailor saw this, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately covered his body with his hands.
"Bang!" a crisp sound.
Zhou He's fist was seen slamming into the iron fist.
In an instant, the iron rings on the tailor's hands instantly shattered. At the same time, his body flew out at an extremely fast speed, and finally fell heavily to the ground.
"Poof!" The tailor fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhou He slowly walked out of the tailor shop and said with a faint smile: "The Hong family's iron fist is nothing more than that."
Zhou He lost interest in sparring. The tailor couldn't even break through his defense. He used his iron fist to resist, but couldn't withstand his punch. What's the point of sparring?
"Tailor, are you okay?" Coolie Qiang stepped forward quickly and helped the tailor up.
"No...it's okay. Such strong strength and powerful horizontal kung fu." The tailor looked at his hands that couldn't stop shaking. At the same time, there was blood on them.
This was still blocked by an iron ring, which showed how powerful Zhou He's punch was.
"Is he from the Ax Gang?" At this time, the fried ghost came to the tailor with a stick.
"No, he is not from the Ax Gang, he just came to me to discuss." The tailor stood up slowly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Twelve-way spring legs, Wulang Bagua stick, you two, come on together." Zhou He looked at the two of them and said.
"Forget it, let's just accept the defeat." Kuiliqiang clasped his fists and admitted defeat.
"Even the Hong family's iron fist can't break your defense. Naturally, the two of us have no choice but to accept defeat." The fried ghost did the same, cupping his fists and admitting defeat.
"It's boring, it's really boring. Tailor, I'll come to you tonight to pick up clothes, three sets for each person."
Zhou He shook his head, glanced at the three of them, then turned around and left the Pig Cage Walled City with Ah Xing and Fatty Cong.
The three coolies looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally looked at Zhou He and his party leaving in silence.
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There is a wasteland five kilometers south of the Pig Cage Walled City.
Ah Xing was shirtless, standing in the sun, riding a horse.
