Shen Haiyong sat in the car and didn't get out at all. He said to Meng Ting, Tao Cheng, Wei Yu, and Lu Lei: "Take people out and try not to talk about useless things. We can't fight this matter." There's no need to use knives or guns when you come up with money, you can just get rid of the people in the special car and we can take them away."
"kindness."
Meng Ting nodded, and then the four of them got out of the car, led less than thirty people, and trotted towards the exit.
The way out here has been blocked, and there are taxis and drivers all around. Meng Tingpa pulled away the crowd and led others into the crowd.
"Dong,."
Meng Ting reached out and knocked on the car window, and the driver carefully opened a gap in the car glass.
"Sit back and I'll drive."
Meng Ting waved his hand and said.
"Who the hell are you?"
Dongjiu held back his anger, stood at the front with his neck stiffened, and shouted at Meng Ting and others.
"Speak more politely to me. The car is mine and I have to drive away. You guys get out of the way."
Meng Ting turned back expressionlessly, pointed at Dongjiu and said.
"Fuck you. Damn it. After the beating, you can just leave like this."
With blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, Dong Jiu stood at the front of the first Accord, refusing to give in.
"No, we can't leave."
"Compensate, it's grass, mud, and horse."
"Yes, if it's less than fifty thousand, you won't be able to drive the car."
The taxi drivers were so excited that they blocked the intersection and refused to give way. More than thirty people brought by Meng Ting were crowded into a pile, and the area occupied was getting smaller and smaller.
"Snapped,."
Meng Ting opened the one-foot-long saber, took two steps to the side of Dong Jiu, grabbed his neck collar and asked: "Fuck you. Damn it, what do I do? Can't you see?" I remember the car number, how about we talk later."
"Wow."
The people on Meng Ting's side took out machetes and military thorns directly from their arms.
"bump."
Tao Cheng directly kicked away the driver closest to him, held a knife and said, "Get the hell out of my way."
"Hula la."
The crowd instinctively took a few steps back, leaving a vacuum zone more than one meter wide. They are all drivers whose edges have been smoothed out by life. They don't care if they fight or fight with ordinary people.
But when they meet pure bastards, they are quite confused, because these people are quite old, have families, and their income is not high. If you ask them to take knives, crowbars, and fight with others, they will fight. Sorry.
But this has nothing to do with how courageous you are.
Meng Ting and his group temporarily shocked the taxi driver. They were not willing to make trouble for nothing, and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to give the taxi a run for their money.
But at this moment, more than ten taxis came from a distance.
"Bang."
He Zaizai, holding a pickaxe handle, rushed over with Jiang Jing and others in a swarm.
"It's grass, mud, and horses. If you beat them for nothing, why should you leave?"
He Zaizai ran to the crowd, opened his mouth and asked.
"He Zai Zai!"
When Meng Ting saw him, he immediately made a face and asked, "It's none of your business, get lost."
"How the hell do you know it's none of my business? I have twelve taxis with huge buyouts, and all of them have to go through the middle-of-the-road procedures. Do you think it's my business?"
He Zaizai first found himself the identity of the car owner, and then shouted to Meng Ting.
Zaizai must have thought of this kind of dialogue even if he wanted to die. Xiang Hui taught him this.
"Get the hell out of your way, and if you get stuck in traffic again, I'll hit you with my fucking car."
Tao Cheng replied irritably.
"I'm going to fuck you, do you have the right to speak in City H?"
Jiang Jing swung down the pickaxe.
"bump."
Tao Cheng blocked it with his arm, and his left arm made a squeaking sound, and then he shouted: "I will knock down all those who are blocked."
After shouting these words, the more than 100 people present could no longer suppress their emotions and started fighting at the exit of the airport expressway.
On the mirror-like ice and snow road, on the empty roundabout, taxi drivers, gangsters, and chauffeured drivers were shouting and fighting together.
"My car was smashed."
Jiang Jing frantically swung the handle of the pickaxe, dispersed the crowd around him, jumped directly onto the front of the Accord, stepped on the hood, turned the handle of the pickaxe to the side, and fell directly with the sound of wind.
"bump."
There were spider veins on the windshield.
"Crash, clatter."
The second blow followed closely, the windshield shattered, and glass particles poured into the cab along with the howling north wind.
"Come out, it's grass. Mud. Horse. I'll take off the white hood and stuff it in your eyes."
Jiang Jingjin cursed loudly.
"Snapped."
Someone in the crowd tugged at his neck collar and pulled him off. Then he slashed at Jiang Jing with a knife. He rolled on the ground. Wu Feifei and He Zaizai worked together to pull him up. The three of them leaned against the Accord. The side door was opened with full firepower, and it jumped and smashed down on the people in front of it without any rules.
"The car was overturned by him."
Dongjiu also started working. Seven or eight strong men worked together to lift an Accord. Then more than ten people came to help, and everyone stared.
"Boom."
The Accord was pushed violently and rolled over. The chauffeur in the car was dizzy from the fall. He stood in the car and yelled: "Brother, brother, stop it, I'm going out."
Meng Ting's gangsters clearly had room to attack the taxis at first, because they knew that if two people were seriously injured, it would be a serious matter.
But the two sides got entangled and fought each other for a few minutes. The taxi driver, who had more people, clearly had the upper hand. The gangster was immediately beaten. If he didn't fight back, he would easily fall into the crowd, and his arms would be removed and his legs would be broken. .
"Grass, mud, horse, get out of the way."
A gangster's hand holding the knife was trembling. He hit his head with two bricks and started to bleed. The temperature outside was cold, and the blood had stuck to his hair and formed red icicles.
"Let me give you a breast."
Two taxi drivers, carrying crowbars, raised their hands to smash it.
"Crackling."
In the blink of an eye, the bastard was knocked down on the edge of the isolation belt. His feet stumbled and he fell down. He was hit two or three times on the head again.
"Pfft, pfft."
The gangster below the two of them protected his head with one hand, and suddenly thrust two knives forward with the other hand. One of the taxi drivers fell to the ground on the spot.
"Fuck you. Damn it."
Shen Haiyong was sitting in the car, his eyes were red with anger. Everything was originally settled, but He Zai Zai appeared.
"Wow."
He fired five rounds of bullets, pushed open the door and got out of the car, and secretly shot Beng Zaizai twice.
"Brother Yong, Brother Yong."
The driver hurriedly shouted twice, and then said: "You can't use a gun. Once the gun is fired, the nature will change. Now it's just a fight between drivers over work, but as soon as you shoot, it will become black." If it is a private car company with a social nature, it will definitely be impossible to clean it up."
"Huhu."
Chen Haiyong's head was buzzing. He stood there and paused for a second before being snatched and thrown into the car. Then he pointed at He Zaizai and said: "Block the sign, drive over, and press on his legs."
"boom."
The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove over without saying a word.