The years when I was an old man

Ma Murong's body shook, and a stream of blood flowed rapidly from his forehead.

But to my surprise, the bottle was so thick that it didn't break.

Seeing Ma Murong fall backward, several thugs around him immediately supported him.

He covered his head with one hand, pointed at me with the other, and said viciously:

"Hack him to death, hack him to death!"

Lao Hei and I stepped back at the same time, went up two steps, and stood on the top in a condescending defensive posture.

Lao Hei casually picked up an iron pole next to him and aimed a sap at a thug who was about to charge forward.

The man didn't even react before he was knocked unconscious by the shot.

Seeing that the others were about to rush again, Market Chung suddenly stood in front of us.

He spread his arms and said to Ma Murong:

"Boss Ma, give me a favor from the street loyalist. If you have something to say, why bother fighting?"

"I'm giving your mother some face! Busi Zhong, get out of my way. Otherwise, I'll kill you too today!"

Ma Murong was furious and cursed at Market Zhong.

This Ma Murong is also quite interesting. He also has several faces.

In front of Qi Lan, he was like a gentleman, gentle and considerate.

But as long as Qi Lan is not present, he is arrogant and domineering, extremely arrogant.

Upon hearing what Ma Murong said, Market Zhong immediately became unhappy.

He pointed at his nose and said dissatisfied:

"Hey, I have been around for a while. We drank tea and played cards with your father Hao Jiangma back then. I am also considered your senior. How about you respect your senior?"

I don’t know anything about Market Tadashi, but I don’t want to involve him because of my own affairs.

As soon as he finished speaking, I hurriedly said:

"I'm sorry, Market Chu. The first time we met, we caused trouble. But this matter has nothing to do with you, so don't worry about it!"

As I spoke, several thugs quietly stepped forward.

If they weren't afraid of the pole in Lao Hei's hand, these people would have rushed up long ago.

On the contrary, it was the mule who stood outside the crowd.

He crossed his arms and looked like he was not involved.

Before Ji Shizhong could speak, Ma Murong, whose face was covered with blood, roared angrily, pointed at Ji Shizhong, and said angrily:

"You're a fucking old guy who was kicked out by 74k, and you still want me to give you face. Where do you get the face? Beat me, beat me to death!"

At this moment, the surrounding streets were blocked with water.

Nearby businesses and many people living here gathered around and watched the excitement.

Market Zhong hurriedly climbed up the two steps, pointed at Ma Murong and shouted:

"You still don't give me face in front of so many Ruins of St. Paul's neighbors? Okay, then don't blame me for not giving you face either!"

Saying that, Market Zhongyi turned around, opened the door curtain of the sauna, and cursed inside:

"You guys are rushing into the street. Your boss is about to be hacked to death. You are still watching the fun inside and why don't you come out to help?"

what?

I was immediately dumbfounded.

I thought this market loyalist had some trump card that made him so tough.

But he didn't expect that he would actually find these sauna girls.

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman who had just pulled Lao Hei and me through the door actually rushed out.

The fattest woman among them, wearing a cheongsam, pinched her waist with one hand and pointed at Ma Murong with the other and cursed:

"Ignore your mother. You have no choice but to kill the Street Fighter. If he is killed by you, who will support our business? Pointing at you guys in suits? Then we all have to starve to death!" "

I rely on!

I cursed secretly, this woman is really strong enough.

How dare a small female sauna owner scold Ma Murong like that?

Ma Murong was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect this sauna girl to be so bold.

Before Ma Murong could say anything, the woman pinched her waist with one hand, pointed at the people watching the excitement with the other hand, and cursed again:

"You guys are fighting on the street. If there were no market loyalists in Ruins of St. Paul's, you would all have to drink the northwest wind. Everyone is watching the fun and not helping. Are you waiting for him to be hacked to death?"

Everyone laughed, and one of the young men shouted:

"Aunt Ying, haven't you chopped it yet? It's not too late for us to help after it's chopped!"

Everyone laughed again, but then several young people suddenly looked around at the same time and whistled.

I followed and looked around, and the scene in front of me made me dumbfounded.

From every shop on the street, people with dicks came out one after another and ran towards us.

Others were beating gongs and shouting loudly:

"Bushi Zhong was hacked to death, everyone go and help!"

"Not dead yet!"

Market Chung stood on the top step and shouted loudly toward the crowd.

His ribs are clearly visible, and he is thin but seems to be full of strength.

I have seen many people who share the same mind, but most of them are from the same village and the same ancestral hall.

It's abnormal for people who do business on the same street and compete with each other to be so united.

I couldn't help but look at the skinny street merchant.

This guy is not easy!