Ji Fugui curled up in the driver's seat of the van, and was so scared that he wet his pants. What he was worried about finally happened. These grandchildren were really not scaring people. Seeing these hair dyed colorfully, you know that they were all real bad young people in society.

Zhang Daman had just made money, but his hands were not warmed up yet. When he met these messy groups, his heart became angry and he slowly walked out of the silk shop. He frowned and followed him. Before Zhang Daman could speak, he clasped his fists from afar and said, "So it's Brother Seven. These two are my friends. Give me a face, make some peace, and borrow a way!"

The leader, who was called "Brother Seven" by the big belly, had his hair curly hair, and a small ponytail tied up behind his head. He had a blue dragon tattoo on his arm, and glanced at the big belly yellow.

Dadu Huang was obviously used to such a situation. He took out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket, took out the cigarettes, held them in his hands and handed them to the seven or eight bad young men, "Brother Seven, smoke, smoke, hehe..."

The man who was called "Seventh Brother" took the cigarette and put it in his mouth. Daduhuang quickly lit the lighter and lit the cigarette for him. He took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Daman who was standing aside silently, "Hey, you look so wise, what's the first time you've come?"

Big belly yellow hehe hey, and he leaned over, "Brother Qi, yes, this is his first time giving it to..."

"Bang!"

He originally wanted to say that it was the first time Zhang Daman delivered the goods, but before he finished speaking, he was raised by Brother Qi and slapped it on the cheek, "Ah, bah," and spit it on his big yellow face, "Go to the nymph, is he mute? I asked him, do you need your answer? Don't you want to be in the old market?"

Zhang Daman maintained enough calmness. He was used to these bad young people. He was very arrogant and unreasonable at all, and only talked about fists!

Big belly yellow voice was very angry, and his hot face was pressed against his cold butt. He did not end up being beaten and humiliated.

But he didn't dare to have an attack, wiped the saliva from his face and squeezed out a forced smile, "Brother Seven, don't get angry, don't get angry, I'm ignorant, I'm ignorant!"

It's so sad that he deserves to be regarded as a target for living. Zhang Daman really didn't expect that the fierce and vicious face of this big-bellied yellow man became so soft when he met these gangsters.

Damn, people are bullied by others, and horses are ridden by others.

Zhang Daman deeply understood the true meaning of this sentence. Unexpectedly, the tragedy was interpreted again in front of him. He clenched his fists, and his face was still as quiet as a flat mirror, without any movement.

"Hey, are you fucking deaf or dumb? Haven't you heard me talking to you?" The person known as "Seventh Brother" glared at Zhang Daman and shouted.

Zhang Daman slowly raised his hand, stretched out his index finger, took out his earwax in his eyes, and said slowly: "Hey, I thought there were many mad dogs in our countryside, but I didn't expect that there were mad dogs barking on the streets in this county town!"

Then, he raised his middle finger and gestured in front of him.

Crazy, Zhang Daman must be crazy!

Everyone was stunned. Looking at Zhang Daman, who looked a little bitchy, did he take the wrong medicine? Even the most arrogant seventh brother in the old market dared to provoke him. He must be tired of living.

I heard that before, the person who overturned the outsider's car and threw it into the river and killed the person was this seventh brother. He went in and squatted for a few years and got it out again.

Ji Fugui widened his eyes and felt regretful. It was really impossible. He shouldn't have brought Zhang Daman to the old market and got involved in this gangster. It would be difficult to go out alive today, so he prayed silently.

It seemed that the air was frozen, and everyone held their breath and silenced like suffocation. Even the owners and clerks of the shops around them stretched their necks, stiffened their bodies, and watched the fun.

People in the old market know that if you want to stay here, you have to pay protection fees to these gangsters every month. Whether it is shops or small vendors, you need to pay, otherwise you won’t want to do business here.

In order to survive, the people here had to pay the protection fee obediently and swallow their anger.

The "Seventh Brother"'s face turned green, the muscles on his face were twitching, and anger was everywhere. No one had ever dared to challenge his authority.

Zhang Daman snorted coldly, "What? Are you crossing your eyes? You really take yourself seriously. You have a few rotten snakes on your arm, a few handfuls of broken copper and iron twisted in your hands, and a few garbage and scum from society followed by a few society's garbage and scum. Just treat yourself as the eldest brother of society? You are a young and dandy? Wake up!"

These words were slapped on Brother Qi's face. He was almost so angry that he exploded and roared, "I'm fucking me! Skin him for me!"

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, everyone was stunned. Almost no one saw clearly how Zhang Daman took action. The "Seventh Brother" had an intimate kiss with Mother Dadi. A dog chewed on the ground and knocked two of his front teeth off.

"Click!"

Zhang Daman stepped on Brother Qi's neck with one foot, and somebody snatched a half-meter-long watermelon knife from the hand of some gangster, pointing to the gangsters who were about to pounce on him, "Who is going forward and trying it!"

This is what domineering!

Zhang Daman, who looked like a country bumpkin, was angry, his face was full of anger, and pointed the watermelon knife at the gangsters, not like a joke at all.

Ji Fugui, Dadu Huang was surprised. Dama, what is the origin of this Zhang Daman? He dared to fight against the seventh brother, the first power in the old market, and subdued the most fierce seventh brother without any effort.

"I'm fucking the money!" Brother Qi was trampled under Zhang Daman and cursed.

Zhang Daman swung the watermelon knife and slashed it down. He was surprised and frightened. Everyone thought that Zhang Daman's sword ended the life of Brother Qi.

"Bang!"

The blade body slapped directly on Brother Qi's cheek like a palm and mouth, and a red mark splashed out with blood.

"Little Zamao, please listen to me. I don't care what kind of force you are in Lingfeng County. If you mess with me, it will be your nightmare!" Zhang Daman swung the watermelon knife and slapped his cheek, and grinned a few times in a volatile way.

"Fuck!"

Relying on his power in the old market and being struggling to death, Brother Qi swung the watermelon knife, "Crack", the watermelon knife penetrated from Brother Qi's arm.

"ah!"

Brother Qi screamed and his body twitched, "Your mother is competing, today... don't think about... walking out of the old market alive..."

"Is that true?" Zhang Daman grabbed the watermelon knife, twisted along the blade, drilling into his bones, and like picking bones, "What do you think?"

No one onlookers dared to come forward to persuade the fight. They were stunned. For many years, Brother Qi was arrogant and bullied the weak. The owners and small vendors of these shops had already gritted their teeth with hatred for him. He was taught a lesson by Zhang Daman, and they all felt so happy that they felt relieved!

But I have to worry about Zhang Daman, because in the old market, this seventh brother is just a big boss. They are a gang called the Xiangshe Gang. The seventh brother is also the more fierce and fierce boss "Xiangshui Snake" Mo Lang...
Chapter completed!