82: C82 I Am Han Qiang

C82 I Am Han Qiang

Han Rushan liked to drink slowly, so he pulled Han Qiang along and lectured him. In less than two or three drinks, they drank for more than two hours.

Back then, what Han Qiang hated the most was listening to his father's long-winded drinking. After being reborn once, he enjoyed this process very much. His words might have been repeated many times, but they contained precious life insights. He also had a strong love for his children.

Unfortunately, Han Qiang was very young back then. When he truly understood it, his father had already passed away. Now that he had been reborn, he naturally wouldn't miss out on his preaching every time.

The night was deep. His father had said it to his heart's content, and he could no longer resist the invasion of the drunkenness. With a smile on his face, he lay down at the table and slept. Han Qiang helped his mother settle him down. He did not disturb his brother, who was focusing on his revision, and quietly left the house. He casually strolled on a familiar yet unfamiliar street.

As the cool night wind blew, Han Qiang thought about a lot of things. The memories of his rebirth kept flashing through his mind. Everything felt like a dream. He even had the illusion that he would wake up from this dream at some point in the future.

"Help!"

An ear-piercing scream pulled Han Qiang out of his deep thoughts. He looked up and saw a woman running in his direction. There were three men chasing after him. The daggers in their hands reflected a cold light under the light of the street lamps.

Han Qiang did not have time to think. He picked up two broken bricks from the ground and sped up.

During dinner at the specialty store, Yang Faang ate a little too much and decided to walk home from the restaurant. However, as soon as she entered the neighborhood, she was targeted by three gangsters. She was so scared that her soul almost flew away. She screamed and ran with all her might.

But she was wearing high heels and could not outrun the gangsters. Not long after she ran, she fell to the ground. She tried to stand up and continue to run, but the piercing pain in her ankle and neck hurt so much that she almost cried.

"Beauty, accompany me and have some fun ~"

A hoodlum laughed vulgarly and pounced on her like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

"Don't!"

Yang Faang screamed sharply and tears of despair uncontrollably gushed out.

"Stop!"

With a thunder-like roar, two black things flew over.

"Oh my god!"

"It hurts so much!"

Amidst the pig slaughtering screams, Yang Faang was shocked to see that the head of the hooligan who rushed over was hit. The dark red blood was like a blooming flower. The sticky blood splashed onto her face.

Before the three hoodlums could understand what was going on, two of them were crippled. The remaining hoodlum raised his head in shock and bewilderment. He saw a tall figure rushing towards him like a fierce tiger from the mountain. Just as he was about to swing his dagger and stab, he was kicked in the chest and was sent flying a few meters backwards while screaming. He fell to the ground like a rag bag.

Han Qiang did not give the three thugs any chance to fight back. He went up and gave them three kicks, sending the daggers in their hands flying far away.

In less than a minute, the three fierce-looking gangsters were knocked down to the ground. Yang Faang even forgot to cry, staring blankly at Han Qiang's back.

The three ruffians struggled to get up and nervously gathered together. The leading ruffian put on a fierce face but was weak inside. He said, "What are you doing meddling in other people's business? Do you believe that I will find someone to kill you?"

Han Qiang stepped forward and gave one of the gangsters a kick. He smiled and said, "Damn, this stinky gangster is even more powerful. I want to see how you can kill me."

Yang Faang heard a familiar voice and looked closely. It was the usually gentle Han Qiang. She could not help but widen her eyes in surprise.

The thug whose head was broken covered his bleeding wound and cursed, "Damn! We are Mr Pumpkin's brothers. You dare to mess with us? Are you tired of living?"

"Mr Pumpkin's brother?"

Han Qiang laughed when he heard that. "The four King Kong and the 18 Arhats led by Mr Pumpkin are not part of the society. They have started to do business. Where did you three hooligans come from?"

The three of them changed their expressions when they heard that. One of them looked carefully and his face turned green. He said with a trembling voice, "You are Han Qiang from Haoran Zhongtian Computer Company?"

"What the hell!? The fierce person who subdued Mr Pumpkin?" The other thug was so scared that his whole body trembled.

Han Qiang looked at them with disdain, "I am Han Qiang. When you come out from inside, I welcome you to come and take revenge at any time."1

The three of them hurriedly got up and knelt in front of him side by side. The leader of the thugs said in a trembling voice, "Mr Qiang, seeing that the three of us helped buy computers on the other side of the road the day before yesterday, let us go this time. We will definitely turn over a new leaf in the future. We won't dare to do anything illegal again. "

Han Qiang frowned slightly. These three gangsters had helped him before. It really didn't make sense to send them in. He turned around and looked at the tearful face. Yang Faang, he said coldly, "Take out all the money you have on you and compensate her. Let bygones be bygones. If you want to take revenge or something, you are welcome to come and find me at any time."

"Even if I borrow a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare to cause you trouble."

The leading gangster said and took the lead to take out all the money he had on him.

Yang Faang saw the three gangsters take out all the money they had and put it in front of her. There were four or five big blue bills inside. The rest were all ten dollars and one dollar, and there were even a few ballots with two horns and a corner of ballots. She was so surprised that she almost bit her tongue. A few minutes ago, she was raped by the hoodlums. Why did it become him robbing three gangsters?

Han Qiang said gently, "Take it, Miss Fang. This will be your medical expenses and mental injury fees."

"But..."

Yang Faang's heart was in a mess. She hesitated and looked at Han Qiang. Seeing him nod at her with a smile, she put the money away.

When the gangsters saw her take the money, the corners of their mouths twitched in pain. However, they did not dare to offend Han Qiang, who even Mr Pumpkin was afraid of. They secretly ran away with their tails between their legs, as if they were homeless dogs.

"Stop!"

A voice came from behind. The three hoodlums' legs went weak and they almost knelt down.

The leader of the gangsters turned his head and said bitterly, "Mr Qiang, brother only left 20 yuan. He is going to take two brothers to the clinic to wrap their heads. There really is no other money."

Han Qiang took out a stack of thick blue notes from his pocket. It was several times more than what the three of them had taken out before and handed it over casually.

The leader was stunned and said in surprise and bewilderment, "Mr Qiang, this is?"

Han Qiang said in an easy-going manner, "Take the two of them to the hospital to be bandaged and given tetanus injections. The rest will be treated as nutrition fees for the three of you."

The leader was flattered and scratched his head, "The three of us brothers got what we deserved. How dare we let Mr Qiang spend money?"

Han Qiang waved his hand. "Their wounds are still bleeding. Quickly take the money to the hospital to treat them. Remember to walk the right path in the future. Otherwise, it will not be as simple as getting beaten up."

The leader said excitedly, "Mr Qiang is so benevolent and righteous. Brothers will definitely turn over a new leaf. If they do bad things again, they will be worse than pigs and dogs."

Watching the three gangsters leave with gratitude and tears in their eyes, Yang Faang handed the money that she had put away to him with both hands. "Mr Qiang, take this money..."

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