On the street near the tea house, two groups of people were standing a few meters apart and were engaged in a tense confrontation.
A young man with a medium build and rich clothes, with a harmless smile on his face, but extremely evil eyes, wandered around Shang Zirong opposite.
The young man stepped on a man in short clothes with his left foot. With a little force, the man in short clothes screamed like a slaughtering pig. His right arm was bruised and swollen, obviously he had suffered heavy injuries.
"Li Lingyang, let my man go, or I will teach you how to look good!"
Shang Zirong's face turned red and she cursed loudly.
But the young man didn't care, he just smiled and said: "This guy dares to glare at me, I just want to teach him a lesson. If you want me to let him go, you can, unless Miss Shang calls me brother Qing in public."
After saying that, he laughed to himself.
A group of his subordinates behind him also looked smug, looking at Shang Zirong unscrupulously, comparing her with the brothel girl he visited last night, and they swallowed their saliva.
Shang Zirong had never experienced such humiliation before and cursed: "Then why did you step on his hand?"
Li Lingyang snorted, changed his target, and stepped hard on the left leg of the man in short clothes. Amidst the screams, the latter's left leg made a cracking sound, and several bones were obviously broken. The blood spread out and dyed the bluestone red.
The people around who were watching the excitement turned pale with fright and backed away. However, there were still some brave people along the street who secretly watched through the windows.
The Eastern Zhou Dynasty always paid attention to the rule of law, and even masters of martial arts could not hurt people in the street.
However, it is said that there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. In addition, there are twelve east and west roads, each of which is controlled by the Jiedushi. The appointment and dismissal of a number of officials are all under their control, which leads to the formation of a state in each country.
Hongri City is a small county town in Weiyu Road. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away, so the county magistrate is almost the local emperor.
As the largest gang in the local area, the Tiger Gang not only produces numerous murderers, but also has connections with the government. It runs rampant in Red Sun City and no one dares to mess with it.
Who doesn't know that Li Lingyang is the young gang leader of the Tiger Gang? What does it mean to be a loser on the street? Even if he reports to the police, it is just a formality.
Shang Zirong's eyes were red and she held it hard with her delicate hands.
She never expected that she would meet the little bully Li Lingyang when she came here just to investigate the situation and find a profitable business.
The man whose leg was broken was one of her most loyal brothers, but she could only watch him being injured, unable to do anything. Thinking that her father might also die at the hands of the Tiger Gang, old and new hatreds flooded into her heart, making Shang
Zirong's delicate body trembled.
Behind Shang Zirong, more than a dozen members of the Mozhu Gang were angry but dared not speak. There were also some people whose eyes flickered, not knowing what they were planning.
In the crowd, some people from other factions shook their heads secretly.
Today, the Tiger Gang has far more manpower than the Mozhu Gang, and behind Li Lingyang, there are several well-known maniacs with top-notch slashing skills.
If they fight head-on, the Mozhu Gang will never end well. The government also handles matters based on money, so how can they side with the Mozhu Gang? The only solution now is for Shang Zirong to bow his head in public.
But in that case, the Mozhu Gang would really be embarrassed and thrown into grandma's house.
"If he doesn't scream, if he doesn't scream, I will cripple his other leg."
With a cruel smile, Li Lingyang made his handsome face look a bit sinister. He slowly moved his left foot away and put it on the left shoulder of the man in short clothes.
Faced with looks that were either mocking, pity, or indifferent, Shang Zirong's face turned green and white, and she clenched her fists tightly, as if her whole body was out of strength.
With no way to advance or retreat, Shang Zirong saw the jest in the other party's eyes, had a clear understanding in her heart, and was about to fight for her life.
Unexpectedly, a figure rushed into the crowd, took a step ahead of her, used his arm as a sword, and stabbed Li Lingyang in the chest.
Something unexpected happened, and Li Lingyang quickly punched to resist.
With a bang, he burst into tears from the pain, and staggered back with his feet. Fortunately, he was supported by the dog legs behind him, so he didn't make a fool of himself. When he stood still, the man with the broken arm at his feet had already been picked up by another person and brought back to the opposite side.
camp.
The calls of gang leader and senior brother rang in his ears, and Li Lingyang immediately knew that the young man in front of him with straight green cloth and patched clothes was the new gang leader of the Mozhu Gang, Zhuo Mufeng.
Thinking of the embarrassing look just now, Li Lingyang was very angry and said: "What a true gentleman, he is just a villain who is good at sneak attacks. Zhuo, the people you helped have offended me a lot. If I don't give an explanation today, none of you will do anything."
Want to leave."
With a wave of his hand, the tiger gang behind him immediately armed themselves with swords, guns and clubs, ready to pounce on him at any time.
"Brother, let's run."
Shang Zirong supported the man in short clothes with her own hands and said pitifully, her courage just now gone.
Zhuo Mufeng wanted to run away, but how could he run when there were people around him? He didn't want to become the laughing stock of the whole city just after he became the gang leader.
What's more, Zhuo Mufeng is not a good man or woman. No matter how good Shang Zirong is, she is still his junior sister. She can bully her no matter what, and no one else can even think about it.
And that injured man, if we don't seek justice for him, everyone will think that the Mozhu Gang is a soft persimmon who can be manipulated at will.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Mufeng's blood flowed all over his body faster, and he slowly pulled out the sword from his waist and said: "Since Zhuo is the leader of a gang, he should seek justice for the gang, no matter who the opponent is, no matter who he is.
How strong they are, the Mozhu Gang cannot be bullied!"
He walked forward step by step, his tall and tall figure stretched very long under the sunset.
Shang Zirong looked at his back with brilliant eyes.
The man with a broken arm bone also had a sore nose and was filled with emotion in his heart.
That was the young gang leader of the Tiger Gang. Others had no time to hide, but Gang Leader Zhuo was willing to take the initiative to meet him for his own sake.
"Hahaha, it's so ridiculous. A mere Mozhu Gang can't bully him. Wu Long, give it to me, cripple his sword-wielding hand, and reward him with three taels of silver."
Li Lingyang laughed disdainfully.
The middle-aged man with a scar on his face and a stocky build suddenly became excited when he heard this. He held a simple knife and walked towards Zhuo Mufeng with a sinister smile.
"No, it's the Thunder Tiger, one of the three tigers. This man is extremely fierce. He is a fourth-level Vajra warrior. He once defeated Qian Tong of the Mozhu Gang with three moves."
Someone shouted, recognizing Wu Long's identity.
"Didn't Zhuo Mufeng defeat Qian Tong with one sword?"
"You don't understand. Many people now say that Qian Tong was in such bad shape that night that he was not of normal strength at all, so he was taken advantage of by Zhuo Mufeng."
As the core combat force of the Tiger Gang, Wu Long certainly knew the situation that night, so he was not afraid of Zhuo Mufeng at all, but he would not underestimate the enemy, and his strength was gathered little by little, like a tiger that was about to rise.
The opponent's momentum immediately let Zhuo Mufeng know that this was a formidable opponent. But he had no way out. If he could not win heartily, he and the Mozhu Gang would become the laughing stock of others.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!
Zhuo Mufeng cherishes his life, but if he has no choice, he does not lack the courage to fight for his life. He just takes advantage of the opponent and tries his swordsmanship.
Shang Zirong in the rear was so nervous that her heartbeat was about to stop, fearing that her senior brother would make mistakes. The dozen or so gang members around her were watching the scene intently.
In sharp contrast, it was the Tiger Gang members opposite, all of whom looked like they were watching a good show.
The setting sun in the sky is shining again.
The momentum of both sides was tense to the extreme, and the next moment, they rushed towards their opponents at the same time.
In the middle of the road, Zhuo Mufeng suddenly tilted his sword slightly. The light of the setting sun was refracted and dazzled Wu Long's eyes. He shouted that something was wrong and quickly slashed out with all his strength, causing the sound of breaking wind.
But Zhuo Mufeng's sword was faster. He lightly rubbed the blade, raised his elbow slightly, and raised the long sword from bottom to top, from Wu Long's right side.
A scoff!
Blood splashed on the long street, Wu Long groaned in a low voice, his movements were half a beat slower, and Zhuo Mufeng took advantage of the situation and kicked his opponent's huge body away.