The first thousand two hundred and twenty seventh chapter cigarette giant
Zhang Qian is a member of Brother Yao's team, and he is a man of skin. He is not a good person, but he still has certain principles in life. This is because after Wu Liang came to power, Zhang Qian resolutely resisted the entry of white goods into various places under the jurisdiction of Xiwan Road.
Large entertainment venues were excluded and marginalized, so these people simply shaved their heads from top to bottom and became Youth League skinheads.
Skinheads have a principle, that is, they will never deal with white goods. Zhang Qian turns a blind eye to other sneaky things. Those who work on the road should always retain some traditions and choose those who are rich as much as possible.
It's good for outsiders to start. This time they saw the foreign license plate on the Cayenne. This group of people would be unscrupulous. They didn't expect to meet Xu Qing.
Now that Zhang Qian had expressed his loyalty, Xu Qing didn't need to put on a show anymore. He immediately reached out and grabbed the long-haired guy who was still sitting on the ground in a daze. He shook his wrist and heard a click. He smoothed the broken wrist bone.
, Fortunately, I had a backup plan and didn’t break it.
"Ouch!" The long-haired boy screamed in pain half a beat late. By the time he called out, Xu Qing had already thrown him away, pouted at the Cayenne car beside him and said, "You kid, you won't replace the car window today."
Well, your claw still needs to be broken off, so go and call those three bald ones."
The long-haired boy flicked his wrist with a look of horror on his face. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the wrist that had been in so much pain had returned to its original state. Apart from the bruise, he felt no pain at all. This discovery made his eyes bristle with joy.
Turning red, he hurriedly turned around and ran towards the police car.
The three bald men with dislocated arms had long been in the police car staring at what was going on here, but they were too far away to hear the conversation. They only saw Boss Zhang nodding and bowing to the young man who broke off their arms.
They were very respectful. In addition to being astonished, the three brothers' hearts were beating suddenly and they were so nervous that they were sweating on their foreheads. Of course, part of the reason was the burning pain in their dislocated arms.
The long-haired guy stepped forward, stretched out his hand, opened the car door, and shouted to the three bald men who were curled up like turkeys: "Usually I see you guys looking very majestic, but now you are shrunk like an ejaculated chicken. Come out, Mr. Xu, help you."
Get your arms!"
This guy's wrist healed and he forgot about the pain. He even felt that it was a very honorable thing to have his wrist broken by the most ruthless man in Jiangcheng. In the end, Mr. Xu even helped him reattach the wrist. This is what he will do in the future among the brothers.
I can brag about it in front of me, but when I think back to the pain just now, my scalp feels numb.
One of the bald men raised his head and stared at his eyes and shouted: "You ungrateful brat, if I hadn't helped you, why would you have done this?" When he was talking about something, he suddenly remembered something and asked urgently: "What did you say about Xu just now?"
Shao? Which Shao Xu?"
The long-haired boy chuckled and said, "The one who beat us up, Mr. Xu, is the most ruthless person in Jiangcheng, Xu Qing, and the eldest brother of our Youth League." The three bald men understood immediately, and their expressions instantly became excited.
Who in the Qingmeng League has never heard of Mr. Xu? He is the boss of the bald brother He Shang, the founder of the Qingmeng League. Legend has it that Mr. Xu faced hundreds of machetes with his bare hands and beat the opponent to the ground with his teeth. Legend has it that
In the middle, Young Master Xu is invulnerable with real kung fu. It is said that no matter how beautiful a girl is, she will loosen her pants when meeting Young Master Xu... In short, Young Master Xu is the god of the Qing League, the idol worshiped by all the gangsters, and he beats her up and loses her temper.
The three bald men got out of the car with their arms hanging, walked to Xu Qing with their heads lowered, and shouted in unison: "Master Xu, we were wrong."
Xu Qing grinned, stretched out his hand and quickly held the bald man's dislocated arm and twisted it away. He only heard three soft clicks, and all three bald men's arms were reset. The whole process was as fast as lightning. They even couldn't even move the arm.
Every cry was so painful that it was held in my throat, and my vocal cords had just begun to tremble and my arms had already been connected.
"Thank you... Mr. Xu." The three bald men thanked them in trembling voices and retreated behind Zhang Qian obediently. Xu Qing turned to Qiao Yanan beside him and said: "You go with them to repair the car first.
I still have some things to do, please leave your phone number and I will thank you in person when it is done."
Qiao Yanan nodded, took out the car keys and a business card and handed them over, saying in a low voice: "Be careful, I'll take a taxi back. When the car is repaired, I'll put the business card and phone number on it. I'll be in Jiangcheng these days."
Xu Qing nodded and smiled, handed the car key to the long-haired guy, and said in a deep voice: "You know what to do, right? If there is a little bit of glass shards on the car after repairing it, don't blame me for being unkind. By the way, call the channel for my friend.
The car is coming."
The long-haired guy took the car keys and glanced at Zhang Qian. He was an outsider who had emptied his pockets and didn't have much money left. He was good at breaking glass, but there was really no way to ask him to pay for a piece of glass.
I asked the boss to find a solution.
Zhang Qian could naturally see his little thoughts, and smiled calmly and said: "When Huang Xiong comes later, just hand the car to him. You go and call the trolley to come and see Mr. Xu off."
The long-haired boy nodded in response and quickly ran to the roadside to hail a taxi. Qiao Yanan glanced at Xu Qing with some reluctance before turning around and getting in the car.
Zhang Qian made several calls on his mobile phone, all of which were to the backbone of the Qingmeng Skinhead Party, asking them to take people to the South Bank Pier immediately and be sure to intercept Container No. 52 on the Star freighter.
The fierceness that he inadvertently revealed when calling people to do things was completely different from the previous nodding and bending. Even Xu Qing on the side was secretly stunned.
After making the call, the ruthless look on Zhang Qian's cheeks suddenly changed, and the corner of his eyelids twitched from side to side. In a blink of an eye, he returned to his low-browed look: "Master Xu, the brothers will be here soon, let's go there too.
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Xu Qing nodded and got into the police car with Zhang Qian and the thin police officer. The car drove straight to the South Bank Pier.
Sitting on the deck of the freighter Star at the South Bank Pier was a burly man wearing a leather vest. Even though he was sitting, his head reached the waist of the two burly men behind him who were 1.8 meters tall. He was lowering his head and using a small
Patently tinkering with something with their plow-like hands, the three of them formed a wide shadow under the slanting sunset, forming a strange, bloated figure with three heads.
The giant man was wrapping cigarettes. He put a large handful of waxy shredded tobacco into the corners of the thin cigarette paper spread out on the bend of his knees. He spread it evenly with his fingers and slowly folded it into a triangle and began to roll it. Such a strong man could actually do this.
This is a delicate job, firstly to enjoy the taste of paper cigarettes, and secondly to kill time.
The giant man rolled up a cigarette that looked like a pocket trumpet, rolled it horizontally and brought it to his mouth. He used some spit to seal it. He used his fingers to tear off a small piece of excess paper tube from the back of the cigarette butt, held it in his mouth, and removed it from his vest pocket.
He took out a large armor ZIPPO and lit it with a ding-dong sound. The flame shrank a few times when it came to the mouth of the horn, and a thick smoke came out.
The giant man took a drag on his cigarette and glanced at the dock not far away. He narrowed his eyes slightly. Instead of being smoked by the spicy smoke, he saw several military green dump trucks approaching in the distance.
It was filled with people, holding various long and short tools in their hands. Each of them had a fierce look on their face, and it was clear from their appearance that they were not here to help unload the ship.