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"It's okay. Just stay in the car and don't move. I'll go down and talk to them!"

Li Guoxiang looked like a man who is used to the big world. He said a word to Chen Muyu, put on the handbrake and jumped out of the car.

The leader was a short man with a mohawk, wearing a black vest, chewing betel nut, and looked like he was not a good person at first glance.

Li Guoxiang was very diplomatic. He handed out cigarettes with a smile as soon as he came up. He often ran outside and seemed to be used to encountering this kind of thing.

Chen Muyu was in the car and didn't know what Li Guoxiang was talking to them, but he believed that Li Guoxiang could handle it.

However, sometimes accidents happen so quickly. Before Li Guoxiang could even say a few words, the group of people surrounded him.

"Snapped!"

With a curse, the mohawk suddenly jumped up and slapped Li Guoxiang.

That slap was so loud!

Li Guoxiang is already in his fifties. How can he bear being slapped by a young man?

After greeting the other party's mother, Li Guoxiang rushed over and started fucking the mohawk.

The conflict happened in an instant, so fast that Chen Muyu didn't even react. Li Guoxiang was quite fierce, but there were more than a dozen people on the other side, how could he possibly survive?

"stop!"

In front of him, could Li Guoxiang suffer a loss? Chen Muyu opened the car door without saying a word, jumped out, and shouted directly?

We all came together, how could you be beaten alone?

A group of people were pulling Li Guoxiang to prepare a blaster. When they heard this, they stopped.

The man with a mohawk stood out from the crowd, with some black eyes on his face. Although there were many of them, Li Guoxiang just stared at him and beat him alone. He just punched him in the face, almost beating him to death.

Although Li Guoxiang is over 50 years old, he often does hard work. He is covered in tendons and has great strength. How can these young people compare?

"Who the hell are you?"

Mo Xigan rubbed his face, and led a few people to surround Chen Muyu. With such an attitude, he stretched his neck and stretched his neck to the point of pulling him.

"Brother, you stopped our car and asked us who we are? Is there something we can't say properly? What's going on if you hit my person?"

Chen Muyu was so angry that he really wanted to slap him in the face, but the other party was so outnumbered that he endured it.

With so many people, one punch from one person would be enough for him.

"You drove over the road in our town. What do you think happened?"

Mo Xigan came up and pushed Chen Muyu's chest, but obviously Chen Muyu was not as thin as he thought. Chen Muyu took two steps back, but he staggered.

Chen Muyu frowned, "Brother, I don't understand. This road is built here just for cars. Other cars can pass it, why can't we pass it?"

Mohawk's eyes widened, "Your car is too big, overloaded, and damaged the road. Will you pay for it?"

"Dude, we have an empty car!"

Chen Muyu's face was full of black lines. If you stopped us when we came, this would be the only reason. Now they are returning empty-handed. Is this an overload?

Besides, even if it's overloaded, it's not your turn to check.

These grandsons are deliberately looking for trouble. They clearly want to make some money.

Mohawk looked behind the car, obviously realizing that this reason was far-fetched.

"What's wrong with the empty car? This is Huangtu Town. If I say no, it won't do!" Mohawk's eyes widened and he simply stopped pretending.

This is not a group of reasonable people. I am really not used to others being reasonable. It would be natural for them to quarrel with each other.

Chen Muyu was too lazy to say more, "Brother, don't beat around the bush. You just want money. Tell me, how much do you want?"

"Want money?"

The mohawk spat the betel nuts on the ground, stretched out his legs and crushed them, "Boy, what kind of language are you talking about? Are you treating us like beggars?"

Chen Muyu shrugged, "Then what should I say?"

"Tolls!" Mohawk shouted.

"Xiaoyu, don't talk nonsense to them. They are just a bunch of street gangsters. Report it to the police immediately..." Next to him, Li Guoxiang was pushed to the ground by several people and shouted.

"Report to the official?"

Mo Xichan's eyes widened, "Okay, hurry up and report to the official. If you don't ask me who Zhao Erlong is, believe it or not, you won't be able to leave Huangtu Town?"

These words were simply arrogant to the extreme.

"Brother, are you too cool?"

Chen Muyu had a stern look on his face. Originally, he wanted to give him some money to avoid the trouble, but this guy was really annoying.

The mohawk touched his hair, "Why, I was born to pull like this. Is it illegal to pull? Are you going to report me to the police?"

Arrogant, so arrogant!

No matter how well-educated Chen Muyu is, he can't help it. His fists clenched loudly, and he really wanted to punch this guy in the face.

"It's not illegal to drag, but you can easily get beaten!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

Everyone was stunned.

Chen Muyu looked back and saw a Land Rover parked under the streetlight behind. A man got out of the car and walked slowly towards this side.

Somehow, as soon as this person appeared, the atmosphere at the scene became slightly frozen, as if a tiger had jumped out of its cage.

This man is very strong.

With short hair, suit trousers, and a black vest, with half a dragon pattern exposed on his shoulders, he looked as capable as an iron tower.

Teng Hu?

Chen Muyu was shocked. This person was none other than Qin Laosan's subordinate named Teng Hu.

Why is he here?

Just when he was confused, Teng Hu had already walked over. Without saying a word, he kicked Mohawk on the chest.

Mohawk was so confused that he lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

A group of boys around were frightened.

"How dare you fight Brother Long?"

A rather big boy who looked a little confused rushed up and reached out to lift Tenghu's collar.

"stop!"

At this time, Mohawk suddenly shouted hard.

The boy's hand stopped in mid-air, and he turned back to look at the mohawk in confusion.

The mohawk covered his chest with his head and stood up with all his strength.

He hunched over and came to Teng Hu, stretched out his hand and slapped the younger brother on the arm, "You are so blind, this is Brother Tiger!"

Brother Tiger?

Everyone looked confused. Who is Brother Tiger?

However, even if they were really blind, they could see that this person was not easy to mess with.

"Brother Hu, why are you here?"

Holding back the pain, Mohawk smiled apologetically, obviously very afraid of Teng Hu.

Without saying a word, Teng Hu slapped him again.

As the saying goes, evil people will get their own way. After being hit on the head with a mohawk, I didn't dare to fart. I just covered my face and smiled to apologize. The left side of my face was hit, and I wanted to touch the right side of my face.

"You are so courageous, how dare anyone stop you?" Teng Hu said with a cold face, "Do you know who this is? This is Master Qin's grandnephew..."

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ps: Thanks to the book friend "Zeng Aniu", "I just started playing and I don't understand it", "I don't want any online name" for the reward, Gui Gu thanks you, I love you, hahaha!