Seeing Wan Yunting standing up at the wrong time, Brother Lang walked up to him nonchalantly, "Boy, do you want to meddle in other people's business? You don't even look at how much you weigh... ah..."
The next second, Brother Lang let out a scream, and the hand that originally wanted to push Wan Yunting was grabbed by his big hand, flicked and pulled, and with the sound of bones dislocating, the little red-haired right arm was dislocated.
"Brother Lang..."
The other boys rushed up immediately. Brother Lang, holding his right arm, shouted angrily: "Kill him..."
"ah…"
As a result, before Sister Zhen and Lao Lin could stand up with Fang Yanxi inside, Wan Yunting knocked down all four remaining gangsters and threw them to the ground, each holding their dislocated arms and screaming in agony.
"You...who are you?"
Brother Lang was frightened. He couldn't hide the fear in his eyes and looked at Wan Yunting. With his skills, he was definitely a master.
"roll!"
Wan Yunting scolded.
"Okay, kid, don't leave if you dare. I'll call my boss!"
Brother Lang cursed angrily, then crawled out with his younger brothers and went to fetch reinforcements.
"Xiao Wan, please leave quickly."
Old Lin and Sister Zhen realized what they were doing and quickly advised Wan Yunting to leave. After all, they couldn't afford to offend these gangsters.
"It's okay, Sister Zhen, I want to see who is so ungrateful!"
Wan Yunting waved his hand, in today's society, there are very few gangsters like Xiao Hongmao who collect protection fees.
After all, this is not the era seven or eight years ago when gangsters were on the road. Now everything must be governed by the law!
So Wan Yunting didn't leave. Instead, he pulled up a stool and sat down, wanting to see who was so bold and dared to charge protection fees for this street!
"Call the police quickly..."
"Don't call the police. They dare to blatantly charge protection fees, which means they have people at the police station in this area!" Wan Yunting said to Sister Zhen and the others.
"But Xiao Wan, that red-haired big brother Pao Ge, is the gangster leader in this area." Old Lin was worried and scared.
"Brother Pao? Why does it sound so familiar?"
Hearing the name Pao Ge, Wan Yunting plucked his ears, as if he had heard it in prison.
"This gunman only appeared last year..."
It turns out that no one has collected protection fees for this street for several years. Then last year, a guy suddenly appeared and started collecting protection fees for the food street again.
Sister Zhen saw that she was handing over more than five thousand yuan in vain every month, so she felt angry, but she also knew that there must be someone behind these people to dare to do this, so they, the business people, could only swallow their anger.
"Sister Zhen, don't worry, leave it to Yunting."
Fang Yanxi came over and comforted Sister Zhen and Lao Lin. She knew what men were capable of and would have no problem dealing with a few gangsters.
After a while, I saw a dozen people appearing in the food court.
It was Xiao Hongmao who came to rescue the troops. The leader among them was a tall man with a slightly fat body and a bald head. From his face, you could tell he was from the north. He was nicknamed Brother Pao!
"What a bastard, I want to see that grandson who dares to hit me!"
Brother Pao, whose real name is Lin Dazhuang, brought a group of brothers to the door of Zhenzhen Claypot Rice Shop. Brother Lang immediately pointed at Wan Yunting, who was sitting on a stool in the shop and turned to talk to Fang Yanxi, "Brother Pao,
It’s that grandson!”
Brother Pao stared with big eyes and immediately led the people in. When Sister Zhen and Lao Lin saw Xiao Hongmao really calling his boss over, their faces were filled with panic and fear, while Fang Yanxi's pretty face was calm and she didn't seem to be frightened by this scene.
arrive.
"Boy, are you just nosy?"
Brother Pao had already grabbed a stool next to him, pointed at Wan Yunting, who was sitting in front of him and had not turned around, and hummed arrogantly: "Do you know that this food street is protected by Brother Pao? If you want to be a hero, are you looking for one?
Wrong person?"
Upon hearing Wan Yunting, who spoke in a rough Northeastern dialect, he immediately knew who he was, so he turned around, looked at the arrogant and domineering Brother Pao, and chuckled: "Who am I? It's you.
Northeastern guy!"
Snap!
Brother Pao saw Wan Yunting's face clearly, and the stool fell down with a splat in his hand. His face was filled with panic, "Wan... Boss Wan, why is it you?"
Boss Wan??
The little red-haired boys next to them looked at Brother Pao who was trembling all over, and everyone present was stunned.
"I heard that it's your birthday today and you need to charge more for protection. Do you want me to give you a big gift?" Wan Yunting squinted his eyes and looked directly at Brother Pao, sneering evilly.
thump!
The next moment, Brother Pao knelt down on his knees, "Boss Wan, I was wrong..."
"Brother Pao..."
This scene scared Xiao Hongmao and the younger brothers. Seeing Brother Pao kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, as scary as if he had seen a ghost, it also stunned Sister Zhen and Lao Lin, and Fang Yanxi was shocked in her heart.
"Boss Wan, please be kind and spare me this time. I will never dare to collect protection money here again."
Brother Pao hit his head on the ground. When he thought of being in prison, facing the demonic Boss Wan in front of him, let alone a small figure, even Fu Ye, who controlled the underground world of Huadu and was a true godfather, saw Wan.
Yun Ting had to shout respectfully: Boss Wan!
Now Brother Pao's face is full of fear. He never expected that he would meet Boss Wan here. He was showing off his power just now. Now that he thinks about it, Brother Pao regrets it so much that he begs Wan Yunting for mercy again and again.
"you said!"
Wan Yunting looked at him with sharp eyes and said, "If I see you collecting protection money on this street again in the future, you know what to do!"
"I know, I know, thank you, Boss Wan..." Seeing that Wan Yunting didn't care about him, Brother Pao was extremely happy.
"get out."
Wan Yunting didn't want to cause commotion around him because he knelt down, so he waved to Brother Pao and the others to leave quickly.
"Yes Yes Yes…"
Brother Pao rolled to the ground and left with a group of his still dazed men.
Now, Sister Zhen and Lao Lin, as well as other shop owners and passers-by and students who were watching, looked at Wan Yunting inside in amazement. He could actually make Brother Pao kneel down and beg for mercy. How capable he must be.
Fang Yanxi looked at it with complicated eyes, wanting to ask the man what he had experienced in prison!
"Brother Pao, who is he?"
Little Red Hair, who followed Brother Pao out of the food court, couldn't help but ask.
"Damn it, it almost killed me..."
Brother Pao gave Xiao Hongmao a slap with his backhand, and now he was still frightened. Fortunately, Boss Wan didn't care about a little person like him, otherwise he would not survive to see the sun tomorrow!
When Zhenzhen Claypot Rice Shop and other nearby businesses heard about it, they no longer had to pay protection fees to Brother Pao. Everyone was very happy.
Finally, Wan Yunting and Fang Yanxi left Sister Zhen's shop and went to the gate of Huadu University. They saw an old man in uniform.
He was wearing a pair of round-lens sunglasses and a short scruffy white beard on his chin. He was leaning on a lounge chair, holding a cigarette in one hand and patting his thigh with the other. He looked carefree and carefree, listening to the music on the window sill.
The radio above is playing Cantonese opera.
And every student who came in and out respectfully shouted to the old man: "Uncle Chang!"
"I didn't expect that Uncle Chang hasn't retired yet!"
Wan Yunting and Fang Yanxi came over and looked at Uncle Chang lying at the door of the security room, and couldn't help but smile.
After all, in their time, this old security guard known as Uncle Chang has been here all the time. Unexpectedly, seven years have passed and he has not retired yet.
So Wan Yunting took out a handful of cigarettes from his pocket and walked up. As soon as he arrived, the uncle Chang said: "If you are not a teacher or student of this school, you are not allowed to enter!"
Wan Yunting paused and looked at Uncle Chang carefully. Before he even opened his eyes under his sunglasses, he knew that he and Fang Yanxi were outsiders. This made him marvel at Uncle Chang's powerful perception.
"Uncle Chang, we used to study here. Now we want to go in and see the changes in our alma mater. Also, do you still remember me?"
Wan Yunting walked up and bent down, knowing that this Uncle Chang was no ordinary old man.
As for his last sentence, it was obvious that Wan Yunting had a very close relationship with Uncle Chang back then.
Sure enough, Uncle Chang opened his eyes under his sunglasses and looked at Wan Yunting in front of him. He immediately pulled down his glasses again, revealing his sharp and energetic old eyes, and looked at Wan Yunting carefully.
"I, Xiaowan."
Uncle Chang, who remembered it instantly, sat up and said, "So it's your boy!"
Seeing that he still remembered him, Wan Yunting laughed and handed him the pack of cigarettes, "Uncle Chang, you haven't retired yet."
"Haha, the old man can still work for a few more years."
Uncle Chang accepted the cigarette he gave him unceremoniously, but suddenly he grabbed Wan Yunting's wrist with his old hand and glared with his sharp eyes, "You brat, since you have accepted someone else as your teacher?"