After eating for about an hour, the two of them were full.

Chen Fei waved and asked the boss to come over to check the bill.

But at this moment, a sudden bang came and a messy sound came from beside him, instantly attracting everyone's gaze.

Chen Fei naturally turned his head and looked, and then he saw a small fruit stall on the left side of the barbecue stall, across two stalls.

At this moment, the fruit stall was overturned, and the fruits on it rolled all over the ground and were scattered everywhere.

An old man in his sixties looked anxious and bent down with great distress and quickly picked up fruits on the ground. A little girl in her teens was also helping the old man pick up fruits.

But just as the two were picking up fruits, a big foot wearing leather shoes stepped over and slashed a few apples in front of the elderly and children, turning them into a pool of fruit puree.

Seeing this, the little girl felt extremely distressed and rushed forward, "Grandpa's apple, don't--"

The owner of the leather shoes saw the little girl pounced over and snorted coldly and kicked her, "Child, get out of here!"

Seeing this, the old man's face changed drastically and quickly shouted: "No-"

At the same time, the old man rushed out, hugged the little girl, and protected her tightly in his arms.

So, the owner of the leather shoes kicked the old man hard.

The force of this kick was obviously quite large. It directly kicked the old man so hard that he whipped in pain. His body fell to the ground, his forehead was broken and blood was oozing out.

The owner of the leather shoes snorted coldly and said, "Old guy, how many times have I told you that this is the territory of my Qinghe Gang. If you don't pay the protection fee, you will buy things on our territory. Who do you think you are?"

The old man endured the pain and explained, "I, I really have no money. I can't make ten or twenty yuan a day in this small stall!"

"I don't care, that's your business. If you don't pay 800 yuan in protection fee this month, you old guy, just prepare the coffin!" The other party threatened fiercely.

The old man looked desperate and begged, but the other party obviously would not be soft-hearted, but instead he was a little impatient and wanted to attack the old man again.

Seeing this, Chen Fei couldn't help but stare, and he stepped forward and asked to help.

Seeing this, the owner of the barbecue stall hurriedly called Chen Fei and reminded him: "Young man, don't meddle in other people's business."

Chen Fei frowned and said, "How can I ignore this kind of thing? If you don't help yourself, don't you allow me to help?"

When the stall owner heard this, his expression suffocated for a moment, then lowered his head and said helplessly: "Young man, we don't want to help! But the man is called Xu Wei, who is from the Qinghe Gang, we can't afford to offend him!"

"Qinghe Gang!" When Chen Fei heard this name again, he seemed to have some impression.

After thinking for a while, Chen Fei remembered it. At the beginning, when the Qiutian Group Branch was first established in Beijing, the Qinghe Gang came to cause trouble, but Chen Fei taught him a lesson.

Later, the processing factory where Meng Yu worked was also run by the Qinghe Gang. At that time, Chen Fei taught a lesson and conquered the Qinghe Gang's help Xu Qinghe, and asked him to be responsible for the stability of the autumn group.

More than two years have passed, and Chen Fei did not expect that the Qinghe Gang would become so arrogant again and start collecting protection fees again. He is still next to Qiutian Group. It seems that his departure has relaxed some people and no longer afraid of themselves.

Thinking of this, Chen Fei couldn't help but snorted coldly and said to the barbecue stall owner: "It's just a Qinghe Gang, I haven't taken it seriously yet."

As he said that, Chen Fei stepped forward directly.

Seeing this, the stall owner stomped his feet, then shook his head and said to himself: "The young man is so angry that he doesn't listen to advice. He insists on suffering losses before he knows he regrets it."

Many stall owners around them have basically the same attitude. Obviously, their fear of the Qinghe Gang has taken root in their hearts and they dare not resist at all.

Xu Wei was about to attack the old man who begged, "Old guy, get out of here!"

But at the critical moment, a cold shout rang out, "Stop!"

Hearing the sound, Xu Wei turned his head and looked at Chen Fei, looking at Chen Fei, who was not too tall, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Boy, don't meddle in other people's business."

As he said that, Xu Wei was about to continue to take action.

But Chen Fei's cold shout rang again, "I asked you to stop, did you hear it?"

"You guy, you're still pretending!" Xu Wei's eyes were withdrawn and fell on Chen Fei, with a ruthless face curled, "You don't know what's wrong, then I'll teach you a lesson first."

As he said that, Xu Wei waved his hand and rushed towards Chen Fei.

To Chen Fei, this kind of gangster was like an ant. He moved his finger gently, and with just one move, he broke Xu Wei's right arm and collapsed to the ground, wailing in pain.

"Say, who asked you to do this?" Chen Fei condescended and asked Xu Wei coldly.

Xu Wei gritted his teeth and said arrogantly: "Boy, do you know who I am? I am from Qinghe Gang. If you dare to touch me, our Qinghe Gang will not let you go."

"Qinghe Gang? Are you calling Xu Qinghe?" Chen Fei snorted coldly.

"You know my uncle!" Xu Wei said, "Since you know, you won't stop. Otherwise, if my uncle comes, you will definitely not be able to take care of it."

When Chen Fei heard this, his eyes turned cold. He then took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Xu Qinghe, I'll give you ten minutes to come over immediately. Otherwise, he will bear the consequences."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed a little confused, stunned for a moment, and said, "Who are you? Do you dare to talk to me like this? Are you looking for death?"

"I am Chen Fei, I'm at the Beijing Branch of the Qiu Group. If you don't come for ten minutes, you're dead." Chen Fei said coldly, then hung up the phone.

The person on the other end of the phone was still a little confused at this moment, but after thinking for a while, he suddenly realized something, his face changed, and he woke up instantly, "Chen Fei, it's Chen Fei. He, he's back."

At the scene, Xu Wei, who was lying on the ground, listened to Chen Fei's phone call, with a look of suspicion on his face, "Do you know my uncle?"

Chen Fei did not answer, but just looked at him coldly and asked in a cold voice: "When did your Qinghe Gang collect protection fees here?"

Xu Wei closed his mouth, looking unwilling to answer.

Chen Fei was not polite to him, and stepped on the fracture of Xu Wei's broken right arm. Xu Wei screamed in pain, "Now, are you willing to speak?"

Xu Wei was sweating profusely in pain and dared not hide it. He could only nod and said, "I said, I said."

"Our Qinghe Gang started collecting protection fees four months ago."
Chapter completed!