C415 One Against Eight
4"This big black guy, he can fight, but he's also a pretentious guy. Damn it, he clearly knew that the other party called for people, yet he still ate here. I reckon that he will beat up all the food he eats and spit it out later." At the entrance of a small shop at the side of the restaurant, a man who was watching the fun shook his head with a sneer on his face.
"Hehe, didn't you hear what he was shouting just now? He asked the restaurant owner to stir-fry two more dishes. He wanted to treat the little girl to a meal. I don't think so. Not only is he trying to act cool, he's also trying to win the girl's affection. " Another man chuckled and said.
"Tsk, what's wrong with her? This girl isn't very good-looking. She was beaten up so badly that she didn't even know what happened. Is it worth it?" A big sister rolled her eyes.
"Big sister, you don't understand, do you? Look at that man, he doesn't look like much. He's so black that I won't say it. And he's wearing a full set of cheap clothes. Such a man still has the right to choose? The fact that he has a girlfriend means that his ancestor's grave is smoking!" A girl beside him had a look of disdain on her face.
In the shop, Zhang Wenlian saw that Yang Hsingchen refused to leave, so she did not want to leave Yang Hsingchen alone and run away. She said that even if she wanted to run, she would not be able to. That little baldy was blocking the way in front of her. She had no choice but to sit down in Yang Hsingchen's room.
"Brother, I have a small door behind me. You can take this girl through the back door." When the boss was serving the spicy tofu, he said in a low voice.
"What will you do if I leave? They will definitely know that you let me go. When the time comes, your restaurant will not be open anymore?" Yang Hsingchen deliberately asked in a low voice.
"It's fine. After you guys left, I injured myself. Just say that you hit me. I can't stop you. I don't think they would dare to do anything to me. What's more, I'm not that easy to mess with. If I push them too hard, I'll fight them to the death! Hurry up and leave!" The boss pretended to tidy up the things on the table and urged him urgently.
"Thank you, there's no need! I won't transfer the danger to you!"
After saying that, Yang Hsingchen picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. He said loudly, "Oh, the boss's craftsmanship is not bad. Oh right, your name is Ah Lian, right? Eat! What's there to be afraid of? If you don't eat, others will hit you, but you will still be hit, right? "
Zhang Wenlian was stunned by Yang Hsingchen's words. She saw confidence and strength from Yang Hsingchen. Although she was still very scared, her body was no longer trembling. However, she was not bold enough to eat without worry. Her pair of beautiful crescent eyes stared outside nervously.
The boss shook his head, thinking that he had already tried his best. Even if you want to get beaten up, you can't blame others. However, the boss was also a ruthless character. He walked back to the kitchen. He put the thick kitchen knife to the side. He thought to himself, Fighting is fighting. If you dare to rush in and hit us husband and wife, then I'm sorry... My cleaver is not just for cutting vegetables!
With a squeak, an old van stopped at the entrance of the restaurant. The door opened with a whoosh, and eight big men came out of the van. Each of them held a meter long steel pipe in their hands and rushed into the restaurant with a fierce look on their faces.
"Yunshang, did that grandson beat you up like this?" A fellow about 1.75 meters with a buzz cut asked loudly as he rushed in with a steel pipe in his hand.
Actually, he didn't need to ask because besides his brother Gao Yunshang, Yang Hsingchen and Zhang Wenlian were the only people in the shop.
"Brother Meng, it's this grandson. Be careful, this grandson has some skills." Only at this moment did Gao Yunshang let out a long sigh of relief. He stood up and pointed at Yang Hsingchen fiercely.
"It was you who hit my brother, and you still want five thousand yuan from him?" Brother Meng brought his men and walked towards Yang Hsingchen with a steel pipe in hand.
"That's right, you sent him money?" Yang Hsingchen calmly took a mouthful of rice and asked.
"I'll give you my mother!" Brother Meng cursed and raised the steel pipe in his hand. Before the steel pipe could fall, with a swoosh, his vision blurred and a big fist came toward him. There was a bang. Brother Meng suddenly felt the world spin, and his body went limp. He fell to the ground.
"F * ck, cut him to death!" When the henchmen behind Brother Meng saw Brother Meng being hit, they immediately raised the steel pipe in their hands and smashed it down.
Zhang Wenlian trembled as she went to take out the phone in her pocket and wanted to call the police. Perhaps it was because she was too nervous and afraid. After digging a few times, she was actually unable to take out the phone. In the end, she took it out. With a shake of her hand, she fell to the ground with a bang.
Yang Hsingchen saw the steel pipes that were thrown at him and sneered. With a swoosh, he lifted up the unconscious Brother Meng and used him as a shield to meet the falling steel pipes.
Bang! Bang! Two delinquents did not stop in time and directly hit Brother Meng's head and back. Brother Meng's head was instantly smashed open and he screamed in pain. The delinquents behind him were so scared that they quickly stopped.
They stopped. Yang Hsingchen didn't wait for them. He raised Brother Meng with one hand and took the opportunity to punch him with the other.
Those gangsters could see each punch, but they could not dodge it. Yang Hsingchen also knew what he was doing. It was neither light nor heavy. He knocked down a gangster with one punch. He could not get up for a long time.
The eight aggressive guys were beaten up by him in the blink of an eye. The last three looked at him. F * ck, this mutt was too good at fighting. Flee! Carrying the steel pipe, he ran outside. Yang Hsingchen caught up to them before they could even take two steps. Each of them received another punch to the back of their heads. All of them screamed as they collapsed to the ground.
"You, you..." Seeing Yang Hsingchen kill eight people in less than half a minute, the little bald man who was beaten into a pig head kept trembling. This time, he was really scared, and it was from the bottom of his heart.
"What are you talking about!? Kid, you can still call people, but don't call these useless people. Call some people with weight over. These guys are too boring, they haven't even warmed up yet. They've all become soft legged shrimps. How boring!" With that said, his hand trembled and with a whoosh, he threw Brother Meng, who was about to faint, out of the room with a swoosh.
With a bang, Brother Meng let out another ghostly cry. Then, he struggled to get up and crawled towards the car with his limp hands and feet.
"Hey, let's go later and take your accomplices with us. What are you staying here for? Do you want me to treat them to a meal? " As Yang Hsingchen spoke, his hands moved like he was picking up a radish. He threw the men on the ground one by one.
It was strange. Those guys who were struggling in the restaurant couldn't get up. Once they were thrown outside, they could get up. They screamed and crawled into the car. Then, they threw away the frightened little baldy and drove the car away crookedly.4
"Is there anything else you want to shout? If not, give me five thousand yuan. Oh, now it's more than 5,000 yuan. You called eight people just now. Do I need to use my strength to beat them up? How about this, one thousand yuan per person, eight thousand yuan plus five thousand yuan? A total of fifteen thousand yuan, take the money!"
"Brother, eight thousand plus five thousand is thirteen thousand, okay?" The little baldy said weakly while trembling.
"Damn it, this is how my teacher taught me when I was young. Could it be that you suspect that my teacher taught me wrongly? F * ck you, if you don't want to get beaten up again, hurry up and take out 15,000 yuan! " Yang Hsingchen said very domineeringly.
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