Chapter 352 Strength does not depend on the number of people!
The four of us didn't take anything, let alone take a taxi, so we strolled, chatting, and walked to the duck dormitory where we stayed when we first came to Beijing.
Jinding is very close to the dormitory. There are only two stops in total. We walked for more than 20 minutes and arrived downstairs.
When we arrived, there were at least twenty people in the courtyard, standing downstairs, most of them were little ducks, and there were a few security guards who looked familiar.
"Hehe, holy shit, it's coming."
A young man in the crowd opposite pointed at the four of us and said.
I glanced around and saw no pineapple among the crowd, so I didn't know.
"You guys are quite brave," someone on the other side shouted.
"Where's the pineapple?" I replied while standing at the intersection.
"He hasn't come yet."
"Ah, then I'll wait for him."
I nodded and replied.
Then the two groups were waiting about 20 meters apart. I vaguely saw that on the other side, many people were carrying "violent weapons" such as wooden squares, swing sticks, hollow iron pipes, etc., and they were deliberately holding them on their shoulders in a show of force. Or carry it in your hand.
I have also been through this period. I still remember that when I was in junior high school, I often wore a circlip around my waist and the handle of the knife was exposed outside my clothes. In this way, I showed that I was strong and would not be robbed by other students. The purpose of money.
But as an adult, I hate using a knife to do things. Even if I have to use a knife, I would hide it, for fear that passers-by would see it and give me a look of disdain.
In Li Hao's words, this is not a good thing and has nothing to show off.
But the difference between us and them is that we are in different regions. They are in Beijing, and we are in our hometown. If you use a stick in Beijing, it is considered a murder weapon, but if you are in the Northeast, you can use a stick to gesture. If you meet someone with a bad temper, you can slap him in the face directly.
"How much tips did you earn today?" Han Dayan squatted on the ground and asked the old immortal casually.
"The service fee is 100 for each private room. Life is good today, I earn 300," the old immortal said very satisfied.
"Three hundred yuan is quite a lot. How do you spend it? Do you have a plan in mind?" Han Dayan said enviously.
"I haven't made the calculation yet. I want to buy two pairs of socks and a hot water kettle. Oh, it's time to change the cups. I like big teapots..." Lao Xian said after thinking.
Look at what this fucked-up society has forced a wealthy second-generation tiger into.
"Come, let me help you plan..."
Han Dayan sat on the steps and started chatting with Lao Xian. Li Hao and I squatted there smoking cigarettes without talking to each other.
I waited for half an hour.
"Squeak,."
A Chery car sped up very fast. When we looked around, we saw that Pineapple was swaying and walking out, smelling of alcohol. The driver was a strong young man, who seemed to be Pineapple's friend. Behind them were Song Song and Mask man, and the mask man was seriously injured, with bandages almost covering his face, only showing two resentful eyes.
"Tap tap tap."
Pineapple held a bag and walked toward us expressionlessly. The four of us stood up, and at the same time, more than 20 people who had been waiting, carrying various sticks, surrounded us.
"Why are you squinting? Are you dissatisfied?" Pineapple tilted his neck and looked at me and asked.
"Why don't you talk to me? Let's stop rehearsing the dialogue. If I'm really afraid of you, I won't come." I replied expressionlessly.
"You beat my people like this, please pay for it." Pineapple said directly.
"How much compensation will you be satisfied with?" I raised my head and asked.
"It's a shame, one hundred thousand, not much." Pineapple took a step forward.
"Is that Jb face of his worth a hundred thousand?" Lao Xian said without hesitation.
"Little B, what's the matter with you?" Pineapple stretched out his hand and pushed the old fairy's neck.
"Snapped,."
Li Hao's right hand directly grabbed his wrist.
"Bang,."
Without any warning, Han Dayan kicked Pineapple in the heart, and I clearly heard a crunching sound.
"Fuck you. Damn it, big brother in society. I've seen too much. Ask them which one of them doesn't run away when they see me."
Han Dayan cursed angrily, raised his right leg, and stuck his foot on Pineapple's chin from bottom to top. His body was about to fall backwards, but Li Hao pinched his arm and did not move a step, and directly gave him a hand. He pulled him back.
"Hula la,."
There was a noise in my ears, and more than twenty people swarmed around and swung the wooden sticks in their hands, hitting our heads and bodies.
"Bang, bang, bang bang."
On our backs, there was an instant burst of sound of sticks hitting our clothes. I felt a burning pain in my back. I doubled up, turned around suddenly, reached out and grabbed a few times, and finally grabbed an iron stick.
"Peng."
I supported his belly with my feet, pulled hard with both hands, and snatched the iron rod off.
"Snapped."
Li Hao grabbed a person's arm with his backhand, pulled it back, bent his right leg and jumped up, roughly hitting the person's left rib with his knee, and then hit his forehead directly on his face, causing blood to flow from his nostrils instantly.
Han Dayan also grabbed a wooden stick at some point. His movements were somewhat different from Li Hao's, mainly very slow. But the moment he swung the wooden stick, you could tell from his expression that this If I were to be hit on the body, how fucking painful would it be?
He stared at his eyes, gritted his teeth fiercely, stared straight at one point, held the wooden stick tightly in both hands, and swung it down in three directions as if playing golf, slowly but really quickly.
“Bang, bang bang,.”
"Ouch."
The stick hit a small leg, and the person who was hit jumped half a meter high in pain. The solid wooden stick broke in response, and the broken half collapsed and flew seven or eight meters away.
"Come on, come on, whichever leg is strong should go forward. Look, you are running away from your mother. B." Han Dayan was carrying half a wooden stick and scratched several holes in the clothes on his back. He didn't run away, just strolling around. Da walked forward and hooked his hands at the children in front of him.
He was completely shameless today. At such an old age, it was his first time to fight with a child, and he even felt ashamed.
Lao Xian and Pineapple got together and the fight was quite brutal. He was beaten a lot, and his head was opened with a few small openings when the stick was thrown. But this tiger B has the spirit of a fucking camel. How can you beat him? , he hit the pineapple no matter what, even if two people pulled him, they couldn't pull him away.
And here I am, carrying a wooden stick, chasing my friend who was driving the pineapple and giving it a good whack.
"Peng."
I followed him two steps from behind and hit him on the head with a stick. At this moment, his handbag was nowhere to be found, and he threw out his two long legs, sending sparks and lightning all the way.
"Brother, stop fighting. It has nothing to do with me. I'm just sending him off."
"Hold a bag, drive a car, it's just a status symbol, I'll fuck you." I ran and gasped, like beating a wooden fish, hitting the strong young man's head one after another.
"Brother, it really has nothing to do with me. We are all from the Northeast. Don't be like this..."
"Go. Mom, are there any little baskets like yours in the Northeast?"
I ran all the way and chased me to the gate of the community. I couldn't run anymore. I took a stick and held my knees and stood there for a long time to catch my breath. When I raised my head again, I saw that this bastard had already run to the overpass.
After resting for less than twenty seconds, I turned around and ran back. As soon as I arrived next to the Chery car, I heard a bang.
"Pfft."
The old fairy instinctively hid, and then we saw Pineapple holding a pistol in his hand, with the muzzle pointed at the dark sky.
"Oh shit, there's a noise." The old immortal was a little panicked.
We were also confused. We didn't expect that in a place like Beijing, a person like Pineapple would have a gun in his hand.
"Fake."
Li Hao hesitated for a second and suddenly shouted.
"Oh, damn you, you scared me to death." Old Xian cursed in shock, slapped Pineapple on the head, then sat on him, and rained down blows on him. His face was dull.
I, Li Hao, also joined the fighting group. Only Han Dayan did not take action because he was looking for shoes. Yes, the shoe on his right foot had gone somewhere.
The three of us circled the pineapple and kicked it hard in the face.
"If I give you two moves, you won't know how to play chess, right? I'm used to you eating and drinking, and I'm used to you pretending to be bad." I kicked my temples like a storm.
"Bang, bang bang bang."
The old fairy picked up the steel ball gun, which was no better than PP bullets. He pointed it at the pineapple butt and gave it a hard blow. This game should be at a close distance. Each hit made a bloody eye, but it hurt all the people. It's the epidermis.
"Don't... don't collapse," Pineapple curled up on the ground, waving his hands and shouting.
"I'm convinced, fuck you, mother." Li Hao roared angrily.
"I'm done with it, I'm done with it," Pineapple shouted.
As soon as he finished shouting, we really stopped fighting. The contradictions among the people cannot lead to a fight to the death.
"If you have two eyes, you have to understand what they are for. You are almost thirty, and you still use the crack in the door to look at people. Are you getting beaten unjustly?" I asked, pointing to the pineapple.
"...It's my fault."
"Jinding, I won't recruit you, so don't mess with me. If you feel good about yourself, I'll lend you a replica of June 4th and let you see how much blood a real bullet can cause when it hits your butt."
I frowned and said something, called Han Dayan and said, "Let's go, uncle."
"I lost my fucking shoes."
"...Here you go, wear this."
Lao Xian pulled off Pineapple's leather shoes and threw them directly over. Han Dayan stretched out his feet and stepped in, but left most of his back heels dangling outside.
The four of us were in a bit of a mess, and even Li Hao had a scratch on his hand. There were too many people, and if you didn't know how to do Lingbo Weibu, you would definitely get beaten.
I can't talk about who wins or loses in this matter, because I don't feel it at all. Pineapple is considered a rival. In H City, he can't even reach the level of the eldest prince.
This can only be regarded as a warm-up for Beijing.
Uh... Okay, let's not brag for now, let's think carefully about what kind of attitude Fengdong will have if we beat these ducks.
P.S.: My friends, I am one month short of a monthly pass and will be exceeded. Please give me a monthly pass.