085: Where is your treasure (Part 1) [Please vote for me]
"Have you found those two pretty boys?"
"Boss, there isn't one here."
"Not here either."
"There is no such thing here in Dongfang..."
As the news about the younger brother came back one by one, the leader of the strong man's face became more and more livid. In the end, he could only beat the earth wall angrily to vent the anger in his heart. He spat thick and thick scarlet-yellow saliva at the base of the wall and said viciously : "Withdraw, I'll catch you next time!"
The younger brother also echoed the flattery: "That's right, Xiaocheng is the territory of our brothers, they will definitely not be able to escape!"
The leader's strong man's face softened a little, and he said: "Brothers, you have worked hard on this trip. Let's invite everyone to have a drink today."
The other gangsters looked happy when they heard the good news.
The business of merchants is sluggish, and those gangsters who make a living by squeezing vendors are not doing well either. They can't even collect a few "stall taxes". In the past, they could get some snacks and drinks to go with the wine, but now they are like a bird. How can you not be happy when someone is treating you?
Speaking of wine, a clever person brought over two familiar round-bellied wine jars, which were the same wines placed on the stall that Shen Tang had been kicked off not long ago.
The strong man at the head: "Didn't everything get smashed?"
The younger brother cleverly said: "No, I took advantage of the chaos and hugged two altars."
Even the low-quality rice wine sold on the street was not something you could drink if you wanted to drink it. It was a pity that it was all ruined. He wanted to take advantage, so he secretly grabbed two jars before setting up the stall. Now, naturally, he took it out to please the boss and try to show more face. , leaving a deep impression.
If there is any benefit or good job in the future, maybe it will be his turn. It is not a dream to become the second horseman under the boss's account.
This group of gangsters go to the wine shops they frequent, and vendors avoid them wherever they pass, fearing that they will target them and demand "stall tax."
The wine shop owner saw them from afar.
Cursing bad luck in his heart, these gangsters who drank Bawang wine seven times out of ten came again. However, his own business relied on them for protection, so he had to greet him with a happy and flattering smile. He pinched his throat and said: "What's wrong with the wind, uncle?" Did it get scraped?"
The strong man sat down and waved his hand: "No need to talk nonsense, serve our brothers good wine and food, and I will pay for it today."
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he heard this.
As these gangsters came to drink more often, he also figured out the pattern - other gangsters like to take credit, and the credit is turned into bad debts. They don't pay often, but if their leader comes over and says "treat", then it will definitely happen. Paying. When paying, he also likes to bang his coins on the table one by one and shout "pay the bill" at the top of his lungs. His voice is loud enough that everyone in the whole restaurant can hear it.
The shopkeeper said: "Okay, let's serve the wine."
It is said to be "good wine", but it is actually rice wine with a very low alcohol content and a little sourness. The liquid is turbid, slightly astringent at first, with a sweet and sour taste, but the aftertaste is slightly bitter. People with better conditions will I don't like drinking this kind of wine.
The strong man took a sip and felt it was dull.
At this moment, I remembered the wine they smashed by destroying the stall.
The aroma of the wine was rich and overbearing, and just smelling it made him a little drunk, so he opened the red cloth stopper of one of the jars and took a sip.
“Good wine!”
boom--
Almost at the same time as he patted the table and praised him, a familiar face flew upside down and fell into the wine shop. He rolled on the ground several times and hit the corner of the table before stopping. When the gangsters heard the noise, they looked towards the door in shock. He saw a slender young man standing at the door, and there was another young man in black accompanying him. The former was still holding the sword in his right hand and dragging it, while his left hand was slightly lifting the hem, and was about to retract his kick.
Obviously, it was the young man with the sword who kicked him.
Seeing this, a gangster suddenly stood up, pointed at Shen Tang and said: "This man is a good dresser! Boss, they are right!"
"Puchchi——"
Zhai Le, who was accompanying him, almost burst out laughing.
"Okay, you still dare to come looking for death!"
The strong man grabbed a pottery bowl with his right hand, smashed it on the table, picked up the pieces and stood up. The other gangsters followed suit, and the atmosphere in the restaurant immediately became tense. Normal customers, three or two kittens, saw this and hid in the corner. Afraid of being affected.
Upon seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly came out to smooth things over.
Even if you have a fight, go out and fight, don't fight in his wine shop!
But before he could speak, a large amount of silver ingot was thrown at him, which was actually thrown by the young man in black. Zhai Le said: "Go down, if you are accidentally injured, don't blame me for not warning you."
"Yes, yes, little one, let's go now!"
The shopkeeper was also a smart man and ran out of the wine shop holding the silver ingot.
How much do the tables, chairs, and drinks in the hotel cost? Even if they are all smashed, a fist-sized silver ingot is enough to pay for it. The most important thing is that this kind of person who loses money at the slightest disagreement comes from a wealthy family and cannot be messed with. Just accept it when it's good and don't ruin other people's interest.
The strong man at the head spat disdainfully.
"Just you two?"
Zhai Le said: "To be precise, it's Brother Shen."
"Yes, I am enough to send you to reincarnate as human beings." Shen Tang pointed his sword at them and said quietly, "Are you going to line up one by one, or are you going to die together hand in hand?"
The gangsters thought they were hearing some funny joke.
One of them beats a group of them?
Still want to send them to be reincarnated as human beings?
The leader angrily laughed back: "You should learn from the Ranger style at a young age! Okay! Since you want to seek death, I will help you! Go ahead and beat them both to death! If you can't beat me to death, I will kill you!"
Zhai Le, who was watching the show with his arms folded on his chest: "???"
He dodged to avoid the gangsters who rushed towards him and shouted: "Why? Brother Shen wants to pick a group of you one by one. Why do you beat me?"
Before he could finish complaining, the long sword in Shen Tang's hand made a clang, almost grazing his nose against the wooden pillar that was buried beside him. He was so frightened that he suddenly leaned back and did a backflip. The gangster who was chasing Zhai Le almost stopped. Stopping in the car, the sword was only half a finger away from his neck.
Shen Tang curled his fingers expressionlessly.
The long sword returned to her hand obediently, and just in time the crossbar split open the wooden tables, stools, and sticks that were thrown at her. The gangster adapted to the local conditions and brought a wine jar from behind the counter as a weapon, and smashed it at Shen Tang. Zhai Le shouted: "You guys You have no martial ethics!"
After saying that, he picked up a wine jar and threw it out.
There was a bang.
The two wine jars collided in the air and broke into pieces. The turbid wine spilled all over the floor. Zhai Le picked up the largest piece of pottery and threw it out.
Relying on brute force, kicking and punching.
The way they fight is as chaotic as these gangsters.
Shen Tang: "..."
While fighting back, he "instructed" Shen Tang: "Brother Shen, the way you carry your sword to fight is wrong. To deal with this kind of gangster, you should punch to the flesh, flesh to flesh, fist to fist. That is a real man." ,real man."
As he spoke, he suddenly dwarfed, catching the two gangsters in front and behind who were preparing to attack him off guard, and one of his own hit his own.
He rolled to the side and swept with his long legs.
He jumped on one of them and squeezed it with his huge fist.
Shen Tang: "..."
She put away her sword.
Stuff someone's nose with a fist.
There was a crackling and banging sound from the wine shop.
The movement shocked half the street.
The wine jars were broken one after another, and the shopkeeper sometimes frowned in pain, sometimes holding his heart and wailing - the cruel reality was so cold, only the big ingot in his arms could give him some warmth.
Not only the neighbors who were passing by couldn't help but stamp their feet and stretch their necks to watch the excitement, but the people in the remaining half of the street and the next street also ran over to watch the excitement after hearing that these gangsters were being taught a lesson.
With the commotion like demolition, gangsters were kicked out one by one, and the people applauded. The brave ones kept getting closer, hoping to see the true face of the Zhiyi Ranger up close.