Yang Jianguang's fist forcefully bypassed the yellow-haired head in front of him, swung it to the side, and then hit the head of the bald social elder beside him.
After a while, the bald social eldest brother let out a scream, and then he collapsed and covered his head, wailing non-stop.
All the younger brothers panicked and asked anxiously one by one.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Brother, don't scare us!"
"It's over, my eldest brother was beaten to death by this kid!"
Seeing the bald brother in society crying for his father and mother, even Yang Jianguang, who caused this scene, and Luo Ping next to him were stunned and silently took a breath.
Is the power of Yang Jianguang's punch so powerful?
Soon the bald brother held up a few strands of hair with a look of despair, raised his head and looked at Yang Jianguang, wailing. "My hair, the only hair I have left!"
Yang Jianguang:......
Huang Mao:……
Luo Ping:???
Since the attack failed to control Luo Ping, Yang Jianguang had no choice but to snatch Huang Mao away from Luo Ping.
The furious social eldest brother waved his hand desperately. "Catch them two and kill them!"
Seeing a dozen gangsters surrounding him, Yang Jianguang held onto Huang Mao, beads of sweat pouring out from his forehead.
This time, these gangsters will not give themselves a chance!
After carefully hiding in a safe place, Luo Ping breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the two Yang Jianguang who were tightly surrounded, he smiled proudly.
"You still want to attack me? Yang Jianguang, even if the gods come this time, they can't save you!"
"Kneel down and beg for mercy. Maybe I can let you go because you just told me about a big deal!"
Yang Jianguang took a deep breath, picked up a broken stick against the wall with one hand, and tried to help Huang Mao untie the rope with the other hand.
Looking at the gangsters blocking the road, Yang Jianguang smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Brother, I'm in trouble today. I'll block them later, and you can find a chance to run out!"
After saying that, Yang Jianguang didn't care whether Huang Mao understood or not. He tensed up, arched his body, and got ready to go.
Futile resistance!
Looking at this scene, Luo Ping shook his head, a murderous look flashed in his eyes.
How dare you, a mere out-of-town bumpkin, fight with me and steal my business?
Is this money worthy of someone like you?
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he waved his hand fiercely, "Today next year will be yours..."
But at this moment, a cough suddenly sounded in the room.
"...Birthday." Luo Ping was interrupted by the sound of coughing and said involuntarily.
Immediately afterwards, an impatient voice sounded from the house. "Who is making so much noise in the yard at night?"
Hearing this, Luo Ping and the others had not yet reacted, but Yang Jianguang could not help but sigh.
Oh, uncle, what are you doing up at this time?
It will be twenty or thirty years later when the old man goes to the ground and no one dares to touch it!
On the side, Luo Ping realized belatedly that the old voice must be the old man selling tea eggs who lived with Yang Jianguang.
After figuring out who it was, Luo Ping immediately shouted unceremoniously. "Old man, are you looking for death? Get out of here!"
"Tell me to get out?" After a while, along with Uncle Zhang's angry voice, the uncle walked out with a long stick in his hand and a murderous look.
"You dare to come to my place to cause trouble and don't ask around. I don't know if I can beat ten of you!"
There are still ten people beating him. Yang Jianguang is about to cry but has no tears. If the old man continues to scold him, it will be good if he doesn't get beaten by ten people.
Huang Mao on the side couldn't hold back and shouted anxiously. "Uncle, run quickly, you are no match for them!"
Luo Ping was immediately amused when he saw the old man holding a wooden stick in front of him, shaking and unable to stand still, threatening him.
"Old Immortal, I originally planned to let you go, but since you are seeking death today, I will send you to see the King of Hell in advance!"
With that said, Luo Ping geared up and walked towards Uncle Zhang with murderous intent.
Seeing this scene, the gangster next to him was no longer in a hurry to take action and shouted happily.
"Brother Luo, don't worry, don't punch the old man to death."
Hearing this, Luo Ping was even more proud. He didn't take the uncle to heart at all, and turned around and said firmly.
"Three punches. If I don't knock this old man down with three punches, I, Luo Ping, will swallow a pound of cow shit in my life..."
After speaking triumphantly, Luo Ping turned his head and was about to knock down the old man in front of him with a punch. The sound of breaking wind sounded, and a long stick hit his forehead accurately.
He looked at the old man in front of him who was holding a long stick, doing a horse stance, and his eyes were bright.
Luo Ping opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, his body fell back uncontrollably.
The heavy sound of the ground made the entire courtyard instantly quiet.
Everyone swallowed their saliva and glanced at Luo Ping, who was lying unconscious on the ground. Coupled with the murderous stance of the uncle holding a stick and riding a horse, a sense of absurdity arose spontaneously.
The bald social eldest brother was stunned. When he realized what he was doing, he yelled at the younger brothers rudely. "Isn't he just an old man? Why are you so stunned? Come on!"
The dozen or so gangsters gritted their teeth, endured panic, and rushed towards the uncle one by one, howling like ghosts.
Soon after, Yang Jianguang and Huang Mao glanced at the uncle who was motionless, and then at the screaming gangsters lying on the ground.
Then, the two swallowed their saliva neatly and sighed silently.
Your uncle is still your uncle after all!"
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the bald brother was no longer as arrogant as before. After ordering the few remaining boys to rush towards the big brother, he ran towards the door without hesitation.
After a while, the bald brother who had already run to the door breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that no one was chasing him behind him.
After surviving the disaster, he held on to the door frame and jumped out and back again at the door of the courtyard. He was so unhappy.
"Hey, I went out, and now I'm back."
"I won't run out if I can, I'm just playing~"
"You're here and you still want to run away?" Uncle Zhang looked coldly and used the wooden stick as a javelin to hit the bald brother on the back of the head.
Accompanied by the sudden roar of the wind, the bald social eldest brother was unable to dodge, and a dog ate shit and fell on the door frame.
After doing all this, the empty-handed uncle turned his head and looked sharply at the few remaining hooligans who were cowering in front of him. His voice was calm. "Where are you?"
The few gangsters looked at each other, but they didn't have the courage to rush towards the uncle.
Finally, a gangster reacted, picked up a wooden stick and hit himself on the forehead, and then Youyou fell to the ground, his whole body weak.
The other gangsters gritted their teeth and followed suit and bumped against the wall decisively.
With a thud, several gangsters fell to the ground.
"I guess you guys are wise." The uncle spat at the gangsters disdainfully, "Damn, you guys have hands and feet, what can't you do? Just imitate others and mix in society?"
"Uncle, if I don't have my normal temper, I will break some of your legs!"
As soon as these words came out, the bodies of several gangsters lying on the ground trembled, which made them feel scared.
Yang Jianguang stared at this scene dumbfounded, he was already confused.
It took him a long time to react and asked with a shocked look on his face. "Uncle, you can really hit ten!"
The uncle raised his head arrogantly and said, "You brat, who are you looking down on? What is my identity? I was less than ten before, so naturally I don't need to take action."
Hearing this, Yang Jianguang was still thinking about life.
"You are so skilled, why were you still being bullied in the square before by others taking your business away?"
Hearing this, Uncle Zhang rolled his eyes at Yang Jianguang angrily, "What? A brat who is good at martial arts has to take action? It's fun to get into trouble, right?"
While talking, Yang Jianguang also hurriedly ran to untie Huang Mao and Dazhi.
After being untied, Dazhi was so angry that he found a gangster and kicked him a few times. He also said angrily, "You have so many things around you that are hard to stuff. Do you have to stuff a rag?"
After a while, the police also arrived.
With the machetes and sticks brought by the gang of gangsters on the ground, and the familiar faces where the bald brother often squatted, the police easily believed what Yang Jianguang and the others said.
After making a brief note, Yang Jianguang and others were released.
However, the police comrades were obviously a little angry about the confession made by the bald social eldest brother and the description of Uncle Zhang single-handedly taking on such a dozen gangsters.
He slapped the table and yelled sternly, "You've already been caught, and you're still not honest! Is this man going to beat a dozen of you little gangsters?"
"Why didn't you say it was his cat that knocked you out with one punch?"