How could a young man of seventeen or eighteen years of age give in so easily? Besides, Qin Aotian and the others were not particularly good at fighting. They just knew more people in society. In a real one-on-one fight, both sides were evenly matched.
"I'm not convinced!" the three of them said in unison.
Mao Boy nodded: "As long as you say this, I will understand him."
Deng Miaofan asked: "How many more people don't need to be called?"
Mao Hai said: "There are just too many people to gain momentum. A real fight still requires individual combat. Besides, how many people can you call now?"
The three of them were all mute. The power behind Qin Aotian was too terrifying. It was basically on the same level as Uncle Zhuo's Huaqing Pool. If he wanted to confront the Aotian Society again, there really would be no one to help him.
"It doesn't matter. I just need to talk to him and I'll have to go back to school if the matter is resolved." Maohai said easily, and his heroic attitude made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
After some discussion, it was decided to negotiate with Qin Aotian tonight. Yuan Wei was injured and did not need to participate. Deng Miaofan and Wang Dongliang took Mao Boy to the door of an Internet cafe, pointed at it and said: "Qin Aotian and his gang
I play in this Internet cafe every day.”
Mao Boy nodded: "Go and call him down, then tell me I'm looking for him."
The two of them couldn't move a bit, and the furry boy said again: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Deng Miaofan and Wang Dongliang looked at each other and went upstairs. This Internet cafe was quite big. It was full of heads and monitors. After searching around, they finally found Qin Aotian and the others. Seven or eight teenagers were sitting in front of the computer.
The way they concentrate while playing is in sharp contrast to their attitude during class.
Looking at the back of Qin Aotian's head, Deng Miaofan wanted to pick up the chair next to him and throw it down, but he still held back and shouted: "Qin Aotian!"
The people in the Aotian Club turned around at the same time, and there was a sound of moving chairs. They all stood up. Although they were only teenagers in the first year of high school, they had already grown quite tall. Especially Qin Aotian and his right-hand man, a boy named Xiaopang.
There is a man named Ake, who is over 1.8 meters tall, has a ring of fluff on his lips, and wears hip-hop style clothes. He looks no different from the gangsters outside.
"What? You collected enough money so quickly." Qin Aotian looked at the two of them arrogantly, not taking it seriously at all.
"Someone is looking for you." Deng Miaofan said.
"Fuck! You're looking for someone again, aren't you? The beating last time wasn't enough?" Xiaopang rolled up his sleeves and slapped Deng Miaofan in the mouth. Deng Miaofan didn't fight back and said, "I'll take the words to you. Do you want to go or not?"
It's your business."
Qin Aotian smiled: "You're quite awesome. I'd like to see who he is."
The computer was still on. Several men picked up their clothes and were about to go downstairs. A very beautiful girl said to Qin Aotian: "Husband, come back quickly."
"I know, wife, we'll take care of it right away." Qin Aotian pinched the girl's face, smiled, and went downstairs.
Outside the Internet cafe, the neon lights were flashing and the roads were busy with traffic. Qin Aotian stood still, lit a cigarette, and asked calmly: "Where is the person?"
Deng Miaofan pointed to the alley next to him: "There."
Qin Aotian smiled disdainfully and walked over. The hem of his slim-fitting windbreaker was fluttering in the wind, giving him a rather windy feeling. There were five people following behind him. They had clearly bulging bags under their clothes. They were all carrying their belongings with them.
The lights in the alley were dim, and a lone figure stood in the dark. He was not tall, and was clearly still a child. Qin Aotian and others laughed. They were originally worried that someone was ambushing them, but they didn't expect that it was a country student waiting here.
"Are you looking for me?" Qin Aotian walked up to Mao Hai and looked at him condescendingly and asked.
Mao Boy was a head shorter than Qin Aotian and was surrounded by them, but he showed no fear. He raised his head and stared into Qin Aotian's eyes and said: "Deng Miaofan and Wang Dongliang are my brothers. Don't cause trouble with them in the future. This matter is
Forget it."
Qin Aotian laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Little Fatty Ake and the others also laughed too. After laughing, Qin Aotian's expression changed and he asked coldly: "Forget it if you say it, I'll fucking
Why are you selling your face?"
Mao Hai calmly said: "I'm not here to talk about face with you, but to inform you that you are not allowed to cause trouble to them again in the future."
The atmosphere was a little tense, and Qin Aotian had to look at this young man carefully. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, so he couldn't connect it with the people on the road. However, the aura exuding from the other person made Qin Aotian a little uneasy.
Uncontrollably, Qin Aotian waved his hand: "Hit!" Before he finished speaking, Mao Boy kicked out, hitting Qin Aotian in the abdomen, and kicked him to the ground. Then he turned around with the stick in Xiaopang's hand.
He tilted his head and was hit on the shoulder, but he didn't seem to feel anything. He grabbed the little fat man's stick-holding hand and folded the knuckle, causing the stick to fall to the ground.
Deng Miaofan and Wang Dongliang saw this and rushed up to fight with them. The people in the Aotian Club were just freshmen in high school. How could they beat Mao Hai, who had joined the army and joined the special forces as a son to inherit his father's career?
Although there are six opponents against three of the fierce opponents who have goals in life, they do not have the upper hand at all.
While they were fighting, there was a burst of footsteps outside the alley. Under the dim streetlight, seven or eight more people rushed over, all carrying knives and sticks in their hands. The leader was a twenty-year-old man with a slight limp in his legs and feet.
With a vicious look on his face, it was Yan Dong who threatened Yuan Wei with a gun last time.
"Go!" Yan Dong waved his hand, and a group of people surrounded him. The addition of new troops changed the situation of the battle instantly. The fur boy was hit several times, and his clothes were torn. He still refused to retreat. Of course, there was no place to run if he wanted to.
It's a dead end, with high walls on both sides that no monkey can climb up.
While I was struggling to support myself, suddenly a voice from the wall shouted: "Go on!" Then an iron ruler was thrown over, and Yuan Wei appeared.
Mao Boy caught the iron ruler, with a knife in one hand and a stick in the other. His face was covered with blood. He stood majesticly like a god. He showed no fear in the face of a powerful enemy. Yuan Wei jumped down from the wall, carrying a black plastic bag in his hand, and put the contents inside.
He gave the watermelon knife and water pipe to Deng Miaofan and Wang Dongliang, and cursed: "How can I be left out in the fight?"
With the guy in hand, he felt a little more confident. Deng Miaofan said: "Why are you here if you are not well?"
Yuan Wei said: "We can't wait any longer. I feel so uncomfortable holding my breath. We must resolve this matter today."
Yan Dong, who was on the opposite side, laughed: "These guys are quite awesome. They even dare to touch my brother. They dared to do it a second time after doing it the first time. The world has really changed."
Qin Aotian wiped the blood from his face and said with a ferocious smile: "Brother Dong, let's just kill a few of them today."
When Mao Boy heard this, he took a deep breath, dropped the iron ruler and the stick, pulled out a sharp boning knife from his waist, tore off a section of his shirt, and tied the handle of the knife and his hand together.
When he did this, he moved very carefully, seriously, and concentrated without even frowning.
"Who comes first?" After tying the knife, Mao Boy glanced at the people in front of him and asked calmly.
Yan Dong saw that his behavior was not like that of an ordinary student, so he asked Qin Aotian: "Who is he?"
"I don't know. Those boys called me and said they wanted to talk to me. Damn it!" Qin Aotian spat on the ground.
"Ask him where he comes from?" Yan Dong said.
"Boy, Brother Dong asked you, what is your name?" Qin Aotian asked.
"My name is Cheng Weiguo." Mao Hai announced his name for the first time.
Yan Dong shook his head and said that he had never heard of this person. He threw away the cigarette butt and said "Do it!" A group of thugs who had been unable to restrain themselves for a long time rushed forward. This group of people were not middle school students like Qin Aotian, but
A real social gangster, sticks came at him. No matter how agile he was, he couldn't withstand the all-round attack of seven or eight people. He was immediately knocked over by the sticks, and a group of people surrounded him, beating and kicking him.
Yuan Wei and the others rushed forward in a hurry, but were stopped by people from the Aotian Society. The two sides fought together, and heard screams over there. Some people fell to the ground with their feet in their hands, and some people left the battlefield with their legs covered.
The bloody boy stood up from the ground unsteadily, the sharp knife in his hand still dripping with blood.
"Damn, it's so hard." Yan Dong couldn't stand any longer, took out a pistol from his suit, walked over and shouted, "Stand still."
No one dared to move. Only Mao Boy walked towards Yan Dong step by step with a bloody knife. It could be seen from his steps that he had been seriously injured, but he still walked forward firmly, facing the black hole.
The muzzle of the gun looked like nothing.
"From Male Gobi." The gun in Yan Dong's hand rang out, and with a "bang" sound, Mao Boy staggered, blood came out of his thigh, but he still walked forward.
Yan Dong fired another shot, hitting Mao Boy in the chest. The corner of his mouth twitched in pain, but he still didn't fall.
"Bang, bang, bang," Yan Dong fired three more times. Mao Boy finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down. Yan Dong pointed the steel ball gun at Yuan Wei and others: "Everyone, squat down!"
Mao Boy fell down, and Yuan Wei and others also lost the courage to resist. They dropped their knives and sticks and waited for death. Several watermelon knives were placed on their necks. Qin Aotian came over, lit a cigarette and stuffed it into Deng Miaofan's mouth, and then
He patted his face and said, "How's it going? Are you convinced this time?"
Yan Dong said from behind: "Xiaotian, what are you talking about with them? Bring my car over and take them all away to deal with it slowly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Boy, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up and strangled Yan Dong's neck from behind, with Feng's boning knife on his throat: "Let your people throw this guy away." Mao Boy said.
Yan Dong was a little embarrassed and said quickly: "I have lost the guy."
He had heard of the name Mao Boy. The old man who killed Mr. Nie of Dakai at a young age was an immortal legend in the world. He didn't expect that he would happen to meet him. It was really unlucky.
When the gangsters saw each other's ferocious bloody faces, they hesitated and left the guy behind, moving out of the way. Mao Boy held Yan Dong's back with a knife and said to Yuan Wei and the others: "You go first."
The three teenagers ran away. Mao Boy dragged Yan Dong behind and retreated step by step out of the alley. Suddenly, a man rushed out from behind and knocked Mao Boy down with a stick. He kicked him twice and dragged him to the street light at the entrance of the alley.
Get off, two vans are lying across here. Three young men, Yuan Wei, Deng Miaofan, and Wang Dongliang, are squatting in front of the van with their heads in their hands. Several burly men with shaved heads and black shirts are standing next to them with cold eyebrows.
Yan Dong touched his neck and said with lingering fear: "Brother Feng, why are you here?"
The man who knocked down the boy was about 26 or 27 years old and quite tall. He took out a box of white Marlboros from his pocket and held one in his mouth. The moment the Dupont lighter was lit, his extremely handsome face was illuminated.
He puffed out a puff of smoke and said proudly: "No one can touch the people at the top." Then he kicked Mao Boy again.
The furry boy curled up on the ground and twitched.
There was a roar in the distance, and everyone turned to look. A bright beam of light pierced the night, and a heavy-duty Kawasaki road racing motorcycle was approaching at lightning speed.