Evil Hero

Zhang Yang smiled, and Yang Jian's voice immediately sounded again: "Damn it. They are all student girls. How dare you lie to our boss? Brothers, destroy this store."

Following his words, the young men in black immediately stood up. This time the smashing was even more thorough than in the hall. Not only the coffee table and sofa, but also the TV and audio equipment were all smashed to pieces.

The bald man and the little girls were all dumbfounded as they watched the gang commit the crime. They all huddled in the corner and no one dared to stop them. In just three or two minutes, only the sofa under Zhang Yang's butt was still intact in the huge room.

Zhang Yang was still holding the little girl in his arms, with his legs crossed and a smile on his face.

Sister Hong was stunned for a while before she realized what was happening. She pointed at Zhang Yang and others and shouted, "Where did you come from? How dare you make trouble in Huadu? Do you really not want to live? Baldhead, why don't you let people in? Come with me and die." Come on, I'll take care of things."

"Papa -" Zhang Yang finally let go of the pale little girl and began to applaud Sister Hong for her courage. "As expected of Wang Weili's mistress, she is so courageous, no wonder she dares to force her into prostitution." He glanced at the little girl who was still sitting in his arms, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want me to rescue you? If you want, tell me the bad things this woman did.”

The little girl nodded, then shook her head vigorously, her little face becoming even paler.

Zhang Yang didn't take it seriously and just said to Yang Jian: "This is the rightful owner. I didn't expect to catch this big fish so easily. Haha, I'm very lucky today."

After hearing Zhang Yang's words, Sister Hong's face suddenly changed and she shouted to the door: "Peng San, come in, they are ready to come to see me."

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Jian grabbed her wrist with one hand, strangled her neck with the other, and pushed her to the ground.

Following Sister Hong's words, three people walked in from the door, led by a fat man in his forties. Seeing Sister Hong being pinned to the ground by Yang Jian, she snorted slightly and nuzzled at Yang Jian. The two people behind him rushed towards Yang Jian like lightning.

Yang Hecai chuckled, his body swayed, and his fists moved like the wind. He punched the man on the right with his left fist, and kicked the man on the left with his right foot. With one against two, he actually forced the two of them to take a step back in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yang nodded slightly, shouted "Okay" loudly, and then smiled at the girls in the room: "What, you don't believe that I can knock down Wang Weili's big tree? Haha, wait a minute You will know when you meet.”

Seeing his two companions being forced back after a single encounter, Peng San's eyes flashed with a flash of light, his figure was like lightning, and his big fist slammed into Yang Hecai's face. He was obese, less than 1.7 meters tall, but weighed more than 200 kilograms. However, his figure was as slim as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the wind of his fist had reached the tip of Yang Hecai's nose.

Yang Hecai put away his contempt, swayed, and managed to dodge Peng San's fist just when Peng San was about to hit the door. But with a crack, Peng San's fist hit the wall behind Yang Hecai, and a deep pit suddenly appeared on the flat wall.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but marvel at the kung fu on this guy's fists. He didn't know how much hard work it would take for an ordinary person to develop such an iron fist. But after praising him, Zhang Yang would not let him go today. This man has helped Sister Hong do so many evil things that it is almost impossible to describe.

When Yang Jian saw how brave this guy was, he let go of Sister Hong and was about to go over. Zhang Yang snorted softly: "Come back, you are no match for him." After saying that, he stood up, walked two steps towards the door, stood in front of Peng San, looked at Peng San up and down, and then He smiled and asked: "I have put more than thirty years of effort into these fists. Wouldn't it be a pity to waste them?"

Peng San looked at Zhang Yang with a frosty face. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't tell that this young man had any arrogance. But the person who can stand in front of him calmly and say that he wants to destroy his fist after seeing him destroy half of the wall with one punch is either a real expert or a madman.

Peng San has been in the industry for more than 20 years. Experts have really seen few of them, but lunatics have seen quite a few. Therefore, Peng San just snorted coldly and did not argue with Zhang Yang. He clenched his iron fist loudly and suddenly waved his fist when Zhang Yang raised his head and laughed.

The little girls in the room screamed and hurriedly covered their eyes with their hands.

Some of them have seen Peng San do something with their own eyes, and even those who have not seen Peng San do something with their own eyes have heard others say that in the hearts of Huadu people, Peng San is a god. existence, a symbol of God. It is said that Peng San's shots were never empty, either breaking bones or carrying them out directly.

I don't know why, but this man is so loyal to Sister Hong that he dares not give her even Wang Weili's face. Peng San is an extremely loyal dog raised by Sister Hong.

Amidst everyone's screams, Peng San's fist hit Zhang Yang's face with a loud sound. Zhang Yang smiled slightly and actually imitated Peng San and threw a punch. It's just that Peng San used his right fist and Zhang Yang used his left fist.

Just then, two fists hit everyone's ears with a bang, followed by a crisp bone fracture. Yang Jian and others watched as the smile on Peng San's face turned into a bitter smile, followed by a loud scream from Peng San, which was so miserable and painful that it made people feel creepy.

However, after the scream, Peng San just shook his body, and then his left fist hit Zhang Yang again. Zhang Yang shook his head and whispered, "Why bother?" There seemed to be reluctance in his voice, but he was merciless. His right fist met Peng San's fist like lightning, and there were two more "bangs" and "cracks". Sweat on Peng San's head flowed down.

In the two punches he just faced with Zhang Yang, Peng San's iron fist had turned into a pile of rotten meat. Not only were his five fingers broken, but his wrist bones were also broken.

But this time, Peng San gritted his teeth and didn't scream. His lower lip was about to bleed because of the great pain. The cold light in his eyes stared at Zhang Yang tightly, and he asked with trembling body, suppressing his emotions: "Who are you?"

"Zhang Yang." Zhang Yang answered very straightforwardly. He was not afraid that Peng San would recover from his injury and take revenge on him. If he really had that ability, he would not be injured by himself. Besides, not to mention that Peng San's hand bones were already comminuted fractures, even if the bones were broken, it would take a while to recover the injury, and he would not have the opportunity to seek revenge on Zhang Yang again.

Hearing the name Zhang Yang, Peng San's eyes were a little confused and a little clear. He gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "I am not wronged at all to lose to you."

"Haha, I think so too." Zhang Yang laughed and walked back to the original sofa and sat down. He waved to the little girl and asked with a smile: "Do you believe it this time?"

The girl was already dumbfounded. She looked at Zhang Yang's tender little fist, and then at Peng San's big fist dripping with blood, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Sister Hong, I have tried my best and I don't owe you anything anymore." Peng San said, turning around and walking out the door. Although his steps were still a little shaky, he walked very firmly.

Yang Jian dodged and wanted to catch up, Zhang Yang laughed and waved his hand, saying: "Let him go, can he still walk out of this club?" Yang Jian realized that the boss had arranged everything.

Sister Hong, Yao Jiuhong, she couldn't help but be dumbfounded when she saw Peng San leaving. This person had been following her for thirteen years and had always regarded herself as his master and his support. Now he was finally leaving. However, compared with the scene thirteen years ago, this time was even more shocking. Thirteen years ago, she saved Peng San's hands, but these hands were disabled again because of her thirteen years later.

Maybe this is Peng San's fate, and the fate of those hands.

One winter thirteen years ago, the New Year was about to come, but the sky was snowing heavily, and the world was vast. In the suburbs of Yao Jiuhong's hometown Liuzhou, Yao Jiuhong, who was just in her early twenties, looked like a peony in full bloom.

Yao Jiuhong, who had just hooked up with the rich man Wang Weili, went back to her hometown in the countryside to show off her wealth despite the heavy snow. She used an excuse that Wang Weili could not refuse, saying that she was going home to send New Year's goods to the elderly. This was a filial piety of a daughter, and you couldn't just blame her, right? Besides, this was the first time Yao Jiuhong had "returned home" after she turned from a girl to a woman, and Wang Weili couldn't seem too stingy.

Wang Weili was over 40 years old and had such a beautiful baby, so he was reluctant to let her go out alone. Besides, it was snowing so heavily, so he had to send four people to protect Yao Jiuhong, load a full truck of goods, and drive an off-road vehicle to send Yao Jiuhong home to "visit her parents".

When the car drove into the mountain road, Yao Jiuhong saw two figures rolling down the top of the mountain in the snow. Yao Jiuhong was kind-hearted at that time. When she saw this scene, she hurriedly shouted to stop the car. This kind act actually saved Peng San, a great man who followed her and protected her for thirteen years.

When Yao Jiuhong waded through knee-deep snow and panted to the foot of the mountain, she found that the two people who rolled down from the top of the mountain had fainted. No, it should be said that one was dead and the other was injured. The dead man didn't know where his head hit, and a blood hole was still gushing blood. The unconscious man had broken both hands and could only breathe out.

Naturally, that person was Peng San.

This book was first published on Kanshuwang