411: C411 Kneel and Beg for Mercy

C411 Kneel and Beg for Mercy

"Second Brother, be careful!"

"Second brother, be careful!"

Chiang Ming and Liu Haifeng were so scared that they cried out in unison. They desperately rushed forward, trying to protect Han Qiang with their bodies.

But before they arrived, Han Qiang had already stepped forward. He raised his leg and kicked the fat thug to the ground. He was like a fierce lion that rushed into the group of gangsters and punched and kicked.

"Oh my god!"

"Spare me, big brother!"

"Awoo..."

...

Lil'Dino and the rest were just a bunch of hooligans who had dropped out of school. In terms of strength, they were not even as strong as an ordinary adult. In front of Han Qiang, they could not even take a single blow. In less than two to three minutes, other than the female hooligan Zhao Liangliang, the rest of the dozen or so people had turned into rolling gourds on the ground.

Usually, the hooligans bullied the less, and bullied the weaker ones. At this moment, they were knocked down to the ground by Han Qiang, letting out waves of pig slaughtering cries, looking as pathetic as possible.

Although Zhao Liangliang did not get hit, she was so scared that her face turned pale. Her body was like a sieve as yellow liquid flowed down her legs. Facing Han Qiang's cold gaze, she was so scared that her body trembled. He plopped down on the ground and said with a trembling voice, "Boss, don't hit me. I will sleep with you. I can do anything with you..."

Liu Haifeng, Chiang Ming, Big Snot, and the others who played football together were stunned. Han Qiang, who was usually gentle, suddenly became so fierce. He looked even more brutal than those gangsters.

Xiaolong covered his raised face and shouted hysterically, "You are f * cking bullying me. I am going to call the police!"

Han Qiang laughed when he heard that. "Are you sure? Nearly twenty of you came to collect protection fees. You were beaten down by me in self-defense. What face do you have to call the police?"

The big-bellied thug said weakly, "Brother Long, our brothers have hung up in the station. If we call the police, we would be courting death."

Xiaolong followed the deflated ball and said in annoyance, "This is not the end. In the future, I..."

Han Qiang laughed and said, "Kid, think about it first. What do you want next time we meet? Are you going to get beaten again?"

If he could not beat the god of killing in front of him, he could not call the police. Staying here and not leaving was just a joke. The more the little dragon thought about it, the more annoyed he became. His chest heaved up and down violently and he spurted out a mouthful of old blood. Zhao Liangliang, who had pissed her pants in fright, was covered in blood.

"He killed someone! Help!"

Zhao Liangliang, who was acting arrogantly just now, was so frightened that she screamed sharply, attracting the attention of passers-by.

One Dragon and Seventeen Tigers were notorious hooligans in the vicinity. It was already good enough that passers-by didn't go up and beat the drowning dog, so no one paid attention to them at all.

Han Qiang smiled. "You guys don't go to school right now. You guys hang around outside all day long. It's fine if you hang around for three years or five years, but you can live for ten or twenty years. Half of you guys are free to be sent to jail, and a few of you guys are brave enough to be killed during the fight. As for Zhao Liangliang... "

Halfway through his words, he turned around and looked at Chiang Ming.

Chiang Ming was frightened by the look and said in surprise and bewilderment, "Why is Second Brother looking at me? I am not brave and fierce, nor am I a gangster."

"Sigh, let's not talk about this anymore."

Han Qiang thought about what would happen in the future and sighed with emotion.

Seeing that he did not have any intention of fighting again, Xiaolong and his seventeen subordinates all heaved a sigh of relief. They supported each other and were about to escape.

Han Qiang coldly snorted, "All of you, stop right there!"

Xiao Long was so frightened that his legs trembled. He said with a trembling voice, "Mr Qiang, our brothers are convinced. Don't fight anymore, okay?"

"All of you, stand still!"

Han Qiang looked at them coldly.2

Little Dragon and the others were frightened by Han Qiang's stare. They tried their best to stand straight, afraid that Han Qiang would get beaten up again if they provoked him.

Han Qiang walked to the roof under the confused gazes of the team members. He opened the car door and took out his handbag. He casually pulled out a thick stack of blue tickets.

Chiang Ming's eyes were wide open and he cried out involuntarily, "What the f * ck!? Second Brother is rich! He actually has a car?"

Liu Haifeng scratched his head, "Something's not right. You, Second Brother, are only 16 years old. How could you possibly have a driver's license?"

Big Snot suddenly thought of something and whispered, "I heard that a computer company and an internet cafe are operating in the research institute. The boss is also called Han Qiang. It can't be Second Brother, right?"

Chiang Ming frowned and said, "That's impossible. We just finished our middle school exams a month and a half ago. At that time, Second Brother was also a student like us."

Beside him, Lil'Dino slapped himself twice. If he had known that Han Qiang was so good at fighting and had so much money, he wouldn't have dared to provoke him even if he borrowed a few guts.

Zhao Liangliang stared at the money in Han Qiang's hands and suddenly thought of something. She suddenly realized something and said, "I remember now. A while ago, Mr Pumpkin, the leader of this piece of land, raised funds. It was said that the one who raised the funds was called Han Qiang."

Mr Pumpkin was the boss of the entire region. One Dragon and Seventeen Tigers were just a bunch of little followers under his command. If he really was Mr Pumpkin's new big brother, they would definitely be beaten until their legs broke and tendons snapped.

The big-bellied gangster suddenly slapped his head and cried out involuntarily, "I remember now. The last time the computer company opened, the guy who was surrounded by a group of big stars was Han Qiang!"

"What!?"

The hoodlums were so scared that their souls were gone. Lil'Dino's legs trembled and he immediately peed his pants. The coquettish yellow soup flowed out of his pants.

"What should we do with Brother Long? He's really going to die this time." Zhao Liangliang's body was shaking as she said.

Xiao Long did not wait for Han Qiang to come back. He was the first to kneel on the ground and kowtow like garlic.

When Zhao Liangliang and the rest of the hoodlums saw this, they all fell to their knees and kowtowed together.

Han Qiang did not know whether to laugh or cry when he saw this. He shook his head and said, "With just this bit of courage, you still dare to mix with the ancient hoodlums. You have really lost all the face of the society."

Xiao Long said tremblingly, "Mr Qiang is right. We are not hooligans, but a group of poor children who have lost school. They do not dare to mix in society anymore. Please let us go."

Han Qiang casually threw a stack of money in front of the little dragon. "Two hundred yuan for each person. You can split the rest. Today, you have met me who is reasonable. If you meet a real person in the society, it will be enough for you to drink a pot of water."

The little dragon looked up in shock and said in disbelief, "Mr Qiang, this money is for us?"

Han Qiang did not mind and said, "It is just a little money. What is there to be serious about? You should take care of yourself in the future."

"Thank you, Mr Qiang! Thank you, Mr Qiang!"

Xiao Long grabbed the money into his arms. He was afraid that he would regret snatching it away, so he quickly thanked him loudly.

Zhao Liangliang looked at the patched sportswear and rubber shoes on Han Qiang's body, and then at the money in Xiao Long's hands. And the car that was parked far away, she couldn't help but mutter. "He is obviously so rich, why is he wearing such poor clothes..."

Han Qiang smiled indifferently, "When a person is poor, wearing shabby clothes is called poor. When a person is rich, he will wear poor clothes, which is called simple clothes. As for me, I will just buy whatever I want and wear whatever I want."

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Many of the gangsters looked at Han Qiang speechlessly.

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