Huang Xiaoming and Xiao Hui had just driven out a short distance in their car. Before they arrived at the place where they lived, their cell phones rang.
"Sorry, it's that idiot again..."
Huang Xiaoming cursed, but still picked up the phone: "Hey, you stupid idiot, why are you calling me again?"
"Brother Ming, um, that leader came out, he entered the supermarket..."
"Out?"
"Yeah, how do you do it? Brother Ming, are you coming?"
Huaniu and a few people stood guard at the entrance of the supermarket, hiding in a dark corner and talking on the phone in a low voice.
"Okay, I'll be here right away, keep an eye on it..."
After hanging up the phone, Huang Xiaoming quickly directed Mustache to reverse the car. He thought this was the best opportunity.
Yang Heishan came out of the supermarket, carrying two bottles of wine and a few packs of cigarettes in his hand, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and walked unsteadily towards the rental house.
At this time, a drunk man walked towards him in a daze. Yang Heishan didn't pay attention. This guy came to his side, suddenly snatched the cigarettes he had just bought, and ran forward.
"I'm going to strangle you and grab my head..."
Yang Heishan was annoyed. The cigarettes he had just bought were robbed after he had just smoked one. He cursed and quickly chased after him.
The guy who snatched his cigarette entered the alley in the blink of an eye. Yang Heishan was faster and rushed in in a few steps.
At the dead end, Yang Heishan stopped.
Because at this time, he had already noticed that something was wrong. Looking at a few people carrying machetes standing under the streetlight not far in front of him, he knew that these guys must have lured him here on purpose.
Just when Yang Heishan stood still, several more people rushed out from behind him and blocked his way back. Those few people also carried machetes in their hands.
"Dear friends, which road is this? I don't know what you mean by this?"
Yang Heishan was very calm and asked, clasping his fists.
"Boy, you are so brave, you dare to bring people to our territory to cause trouble. Today is the day of your death..."
Huang Xiaoming held a cigarette in his mouth and stood among several guys carrying machetes. He was sure to kill this guy today.
There were about ten of him, and he surrounded the other person alone in the middle of the alley. In Huang Xiaoming's opinion, the other person would definitely not be able to escape.
"So, you want to kill me?"
Yang Heishan still had the cigarette in his mouth. After running such a long way, he didn't want to spit it out. He just bought a few packs of cigarettes and ended up getting this one.
"Stop talking nonsense about Tamad, brothers, go up and chop him..."
Seeing that it was almost dawn, Huang Xiaoming didn't want to waste time anymore. He stood there with a boss look and waved his hand. The two guys Huaniu and Mustache beside him immediately rushed in with machetes and a few younger brothers.
As he went up, the few people blocking the back also moved towards Yang Heishan's back and surrounded him.
Huaniu and Xiaozhu were very fierce. They thought that such a person, now surrounded by them, was just a dish. They should be chopped to death and go back to sleep early.
Yang Heishan stood still. He didn't want to bully others, but these guys didn't know the heights of the sky and came up to bully him. Then he couldn't blame himself.
Seeing several machetes coming towards his head at the same time, Yang Heishan suddenly took out the small treasured knife he carried with him.
This knife was obtained by Liu Dazhu together. He rarely used it in fights, but this time he had no other weapons and had to take out the small sword.
"Click..."
Just as the machete was coming, Yang Heishan suddenly carried a small sword and made a sweeping sweep. All the machetes that came in front of him were cut in the middle. There was a clang, clang, clang, and several half-cut knives fell to the ground.
The few gangsters who attacked from behind didn't know they were going to die, so they held up their machetes and pounced on his back.
"Fuck, you're looking for death..."
Yang Heishan suddenly jumped up, kicked his body, and thrust his long tail out towards the back.
"Bang bang bang..."
There were three loud noises in a row, and the three little gangsters fell out together, falling solidly on the concrete floor.
"Ah, ah, the bones are broken..."
The three little gangsters at the back fell to the ground and rolled around, vomiting blood from their mouths. They had just been hit in the chest by Yang Heishan's powerful kick, and several of their ribs had been broken.
Seeing that with just one move, three people were kicked away, as well as a few people led by Huaniu and Xiaozi, and all were cut off with the knife. At this time, all the ruffians were frightened.
"Come on, continue..."
Yang Heishan held a cigarette in his mouth and raised his fingers at the frightened people.
At this time, Huang Xiaoming, who was standing at the back and in charge of the command, was also shocked. He stood there with his mouth open and couldn't close it. I didn't expect this person to be so powerful. It was really a waste of money.
At this time, Yang Heishan walked forward. Huaniu and Xiaozhu were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated behind them. They were also people who had fought many times. As soon as they made a move, they knew how powerful this person was. If they rushed forward again
, just to die.
"You, you, what do you want to do?"
Seeing Yang Heishan pressing forward, Huang Xiaoming kept retreating until he was leaning against the innermost wall of the dead end. He asked tremblingly.
"Damn it, I should be the one to ask you what you want to do, right? I've never known you guys before. You, Damn, actually led so many people to ambush me. What on earth do you mean?"
Yang Heishan held a cigarette in his mouth and walked up carrying the small sword that shone with cold light.
"Mistake, mistake, misunderstanding, we, we hit the wrong person?"
Huang Xiaoming said tremblingly, he didn't dare to admit it at all, for fear of being stabbed by the other party and it would end.
"Damn it, there's a misunderstanding..."
Yang Heishan suddenly rushed forward, so fast that he had no time to react. With a roar, the small sword was placed on Huang Xiaoming's neck, and a biting cold air immediately penetrated into his flesh.
"Ah ah ah, hero, hero, spare your life, spare your life..."
Huang Xiaoming hurriedly threw away the machete and raised his hands in surrender. The gangsters who followed him were so frightened that they all dropped their machete halves on the ground.
Huang Xiaoming felt that he was really unlucky. How come there are so many masters recently? The last time he met Liu Dazhu, this time he met this black guy, he seemed to be even more fierce. What's going on? How come there are so many in Haicheng City overnight?
Master, how can you let him survive?
"I won't kill you. I just want to know what you want to do. Tell me honestly. Otherwise, my knife will not drink human blood for a long time..."
Yang Heishan was worried that these guys were sent by Japanese ghosts, so he had to ask clearly.
"I, we live by collecting protection money, little, little people, please let me go, heroes..."
Huang Xiaoming almost knelt down. At this time, Huaniu, Xiaozhu, and several younger brothers who were standing next to him were also trembling with fear. In front of the master, they had no courage to resist.
The black guy pounced on him so fast that none of them could escape, and they didn't even see clearly what was going on.
"You are paralyzed and are collecting protection money, so why are you hanging around me?"
Yang Heishan moved his hand, and a smear of blood flowed out from Huang Xiaoming's neck. He was so frightened that his feet shook, and he no longer dared to hide it, so he quickly said it like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.
"My hero, please forgive me, hero. It's all me. I'm so ignorant. Last night I saw you and others eating at the supper stall we were covering. I thought you were trying to steal our jobs.
So, I called some brothers, thinking, I want to teach you a lesson..."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, yes, it's true. If you don't believe me, just ask them..."
Huang Xiaoming quickly pointed at Huaniu and Xiaozhu. He really wanted to kill these two guys at this time. Seeing him suffering, the two guys didn't even dare to utter a fart and huddled in the corner of the wall.
Like a little girl.
Yang Heishan glanced over there, and the two guys nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes, it's like this, it's really like this. We rely on protection fees to make a living, so we're afraid that you will lead someone to steal our business..." Mustache said while sweating.
"Yes, yes..." Huaniu also nodded innocently.
At this time, Yang Heishan let go of Huang Xiaoming. Like Liu Dazhu, he rarely killed people from his own country.
Although these little scoundrels were very hateful, when he thought about the fact that the Feilong Group was also a gangster, he became a lot more tolerant in his heart. As long as these people did not do anything harmful to nature or harm the common people, he would not kill them.
"Okay, you guys scared me, you have to give me some compensation..."
"Yes, yes, compensation, compensation is absolutely necessary..."
Huang Xiaoming trembled and took out a few hundred dollars from his pocket. That was all. Chu Zetian hadn't come to him to do anything recently, and life had become increasingly difficult.
"Oh no, you're sending beggars away..." Yang Heishan glanced at him, and Huang Xiaoming was so frightened that he immediately yelled at the brothers next to him.
"Damn you, hurry up and take out all the money. If anyone dares to keep a penny, I will kill him..."
This guy was so cruel that he scared the guys into hastily paying for it. The attendant, Mustache, was so timid that he didn't want to pay. As a result, Huang Xiaoming rushed up and kicked him.
"Are you so numb that you want to kill me?"
"No, no, no, I don't dare, I don't dare..."
Mustache quickly took out the money. It turned out that this guy was in charge of money, and there were thousands of dollars hidden in his trouser pocket. No wonder he was hesitant just now.
Huang Xiaoming collected all the money and carefully handed it to Yang Heishan.
"Hero, that's all we have. If it's not enough, I, Huang Xiaoming, promise that I will honor you again in the future..."
This guy has been scared to the point of losing his courage and no longer dares to be clever.
"Yeah, yeah, it's a little less, but for the sake of your filial piety, I'll accept it..."
Yang Heishan grabbed the handful of notes and stuffed them into his trouser pocket. Huang Xiaoming, who was standing aside, had to swallow his saliva and did not dare to say anything.
That money is their food expenses for this month. Now that this black guy has taken it all away, they will have to drink from the northwest. (To be continued)