"I thought he was a tough guy, but he turned out to be a coward."
"That's right, as soon as I heard Brother Bao's name, I immediately softened."
"Hey, everyone in this area doesn't know Brother Bao. It's normal to be afraid. I don't think he can take a penny of this money."
…
The racing driver thought of his skill when he beat Aoki that day. They originally thought there was fun to be seen, but when they saw him surrendering on his own initiative, they all had expressions of contempt on their faces.
Of course, they only talked in a low voice, for fear of being heard by Brother Bao in front of them.
"That's good. The new guy doesn't know the rules. I won't argue with you. Let's go quickly." Brother Bao showed a magnanimous look, waved his hand and said.
He didn't want to make matters worse. Faced with such second-generation drivers and gamblers, if he found out that he was cheating, he would suffer huge losses in the future.
At this time, Aoki had already squeezed through the crowd and walked in. Thinking that Zhang Yang was afraid of Brother Bao in front of him, he became much bolder, with a proud smile on his face.
"I also think about Brother Bao."
Zhang Yang had no intention of leaving at all, and continued with a smile: "Since I have been here for more than ten years, I have to prove my innocence. Otherwise, the good reputation of the past ten years will be wasted just for this time. I will stand for Brother Bao."
Pity."
"How fucking brave are you? I won't show you today. You must get out of here immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." Brother Bao was furious, with a ferocious threat on his face.
"Forget it Zhang Yang, let's go." Ye Wenqian saw that there were so many people on the other side, and she couldn't help but start to worry, so she pulled his arm and said.
She had also heard of Brother Bao's ruthlessness. It was said that a gambling deadbeat had his limbs broken by him and was completely crippled for the rest of his life. After that time, no one dared to cheat and cause trouble in his territory.
Zhang Yang is so thin, once he is angered, the consequences will be disastrous. Between money and life, the former is undoubtedly more important.
Of course, one million is not a small number, but in the current situation, even if you fall out with Brother Bao, can you get one million back? The answer is undoubtedly very obvious.
"Leave? Why leave? You don't have to care about money, but you have to figure things out."
Zhang Yang glanced at her with a smile, raised his head and said to Brother Bao: "Since Brother Bao refuses to prove it, I can only ask the parties involved to prove it and ask them whether they paid the entry fee."
"What the hell do you want to do?" Brother Bao didn't understand for a moment and asked cursingly.
"Brother Bao is engaged in gambling business in this place, and this Japanese dog actually cheated in racing and broke the rules of the place. Let me teach him a lesson for you."
Zhang Yang paused for a moment and continued with a bad smile: "Brother Bao, we are all Chinese and we have to stand on the same front. I don't think you will interfere in this matter, right?"
…
Brother Bao was speechless for a moment. Even if he is a gangster, he still knows the so-called national honor, even if he treats it as bullshit in his heart.
But in front of everyone's eyes, not to mention Zhang Yang's high-sounding words, he didn't know what to do.
With a smile on his face, Zhang Yang turned around and walked towards Qingmu who looked proud.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Brother Bao, but he thought about how he dared to use a pistol during the Aoki racing and almost hurt Ye Wenqian, so he had long planned to teach him a lesson.
"what are you doing?"
Aoki knew how cruel he was, so he glanced at Brother Bao first and asked with a look of horror on his face.
"In Japan you can cheat as much as you want, but in China, you won't be allowed to be so arrogant."
"I'm not cheating." Aoki took two steps back and shouted, "You said I was cheating, what evidence do you have?"
He had thrown away the pistol a long time ago. In a foreign country, he would not be stupid enough to be caught, so when it came to the evidence, he was obviously much more confident.
"I'll teach you a lesson even if I don't have any evidence." Zhang Yang didn't bother to argue with him so much and rushed forward with a rogue attitude.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and five red fingerprints immediately appeared on Aoki's cheek, and a wisp of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Aoki was surprised and angry, and his first reaction was to run away quickly. A good man will not suffer the consequences in front of him, not to mention that he is not a good man. There are so many Chinese people around him, and no one will help him.
The only ones he could count on, Brother Bao and Song Yehan, did not stop Zhang Yang at this time, so the most important thing was to get away quickly.
How could Zhang Yang let him escape so easily? He grabbed his hair and dragged him back, and swung him hard. With a "bang" sound, Aoki fell heavily against the door of the truck.
To deal with such a person, there is no need to use any effort at all. The fighting style is more contagious. If you rush forward, you will be punched and kicked.
Aoki's nose and face were soon bruised and his face was swollen. His whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he kept rolling on the ground*. The situation was extremely miserable.
Ye Wenqian originally wanted to step forward to stop him, but remembering Aoki's arrogant look and despicable methods in racing, she endured it and stopped to watch from a distance.
"Stop." Brother Bao finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked up angrily.
"What's wrong? Do you care if I beat the Japanese dog?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.
Brother Bao stopped this from happening, and made up his mind to teach him a lesson today. He hoped that he would stand up for Aoki, so that he could be crowned with national honor and be more prosperous.
"How can I let you act wild in my place?"
Brother Bao also tried hard to find some excuses for himself. Even if he acted like a gangster, he still had to pretend to have some national values.
Of course, the key is that Zhang Yang elevated this race to the level of winning glory for the country from the very beginning, which made him a little confused now.
"Well, since this is Brother Bao's place, let this Japanese dog be taught a lesson by Brother Bao."
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There was silence all around, not to mention booing, not even a whisper, for fear that Brother Bao would get into trouble if he got angry.
Brother Bao was a little confused. He was very experienced in fighting and killing him, but he was far less talkative. Zhang Yang's words went around and around, making him feel a little exhausted.
When a gangster is so entangled in the pursuit of national honor, it’s so damn shameless...
"Boss, don't be nagging him, just deal with him."
"I don't know how high the sky is, Brother Bao, let me teach him a lesson."
"You dare to cause trouble on our territory, and you are tired of living."
…
Brother Bao was struggling, and a group of gangsters behind him could no longer hold back. Some were carrying baseball bats, and some were pulling out bright machetes on the truck, as if they were going to chop Zhang Yang into pieces.
"Go." Brother Bao held it in for a long time and finally blurted it out.
When the gangsters heard that the boss agreed, they knew that the opportunity to show off had come. Taking advantage of the strength of the crowd, they swarmed forward and rushed towards Zhang Yang.
The second-generation people who were watching all took a few steps back. It was not a big deal to watch the excitement, but they were also afraid of accidentally hurting themselves.
Both Feng Yanran and Shen Xue knew Zhang Yang's skills, so they were not worried. The only thing was that Ye Wenqian was anxious but unable to stop him.
Zhang Yang stepped forward and faced no pressure at all against these gangsters. He reached out and grabbed a gangster and flicked him.
Bang!
ah……
Aoki was still wailing on the ground. The thrown gangster hit him heavily and immediately let out another scream.
Bang bang bang...
Ahhh...
Zhang Yang was too lazy to tangle with these gangsters, so he simply grabbed a baseball bat and hit each gangster hard on the calf bone. More than a dozen gangsters immediately staggered around holding their legs and wailed, screaming in agony.
The calf bones support the human body, but they are very fragile and do not have too much fat to protect them. This is why many football players wear leggings.
Brother Bao was stunned, and then a look of horror appeared on his face. His lips moved a few times, but he couldn't say a word again.
"Brother Bao, this is your territory, and the Japanese dog will be left to you." Zhang Yang walked up to him with a smile and handed over the baseball bat.
Brother Bao instinctively took it and glanced at Song Yehan on one side. It was his move that made Zhang Yang more certain that everything was arranged behind Song Yehan's back.
It's just that he doesn't understand, with the strength and prestige of the four major families, how can they get together with these gangsters from different religions?
Even if there are many ways to help Aoki win the game, isn't he afraid of ruining his family's reputation?
"Fuck you, I will destroy you..." Brother Bao mustered up his courage, his voice was trembling, and he suddenly swung his baseball bat and hit Zhang Yang on the head.
He knows that he is not his opponent, but he is the boss of these people. He dare not say that he has experienced hundreds of battles, but he has made a name for himself in this area. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing to give in now?
Thinking of this, I still gritted my teeth and fought hard.
Bang!
Click...
With a crunching sound, Zhang Yang easily grabbed the baseball bat with his backhand and kicked him in the chest.
Brother Bao flew out like a kite with its string broken, spitting out a mouthful of blood and lying on the ground twitching*.
A bit of cold wind blew in the early morning air, making everyone shiver. The surroundings were so quiet that you could even hear a pin drop.
Zhang Yang walked towards Aoki again with his baseball bat in hand, still with a smile on his face like he was meeting an old friend.
Aoki's blood-covered face was full of fear. To him, the Zhang Yang in front of him was undoubtedly like a ferocious god, and it was possible for him to do whatever he wanted to do to him next.
"Wait a minute." A voice sounded, and Song Yehan walked over.
"What's wrong, Mr. Song?" Zhang Yang asked with a hint of cunning and pride in his eyes.
Song Yehan finally couldn't help it anymore. He originally thought that Brother Bao could completely suppress the situation, but he was so weak in front of Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang's skills surprised him. A ruffian who smiled every day could be so ruthless. He had to start to re-examine Zhang Yang. He was afraid that he would hurt Qingmu again, so he could only step forward to stop him.
"You have to be merciful and merciful. He is already in such a miserable state, so just let him go."
"Is Young Master Song interceding for the Japanese people?" Zhang Yang asked.
"This is just a racing game, it doesn't matter whether you are Japanese or not."
Song Yehan continued with his elegant smile as always: "To be honest, he is also the son of one of my business partners in Japan. I beg you on his behalf to spare him this time." (To be continued)