A cold wind hit.

Zhao Gangyan didn't have to look back and knew that someone from behind looked at him with a machete.

The owner of the machete is not a good player, so the machete is not coquettish.

Zhao Gangling had ten thousand ways to avoid it, but Zhao Gangling did not.

He saw the yellow-haired eyes wide open in horror, then rushed to him and grabbed his hand, pulling himself back.

puff.

The machete slashed on the yellow-haired shoulder.

The yellow-haired took a step back, so the knife was not deep.

Several of Huangmao's subordinates had already rushed to the front.

Bang bang bang bang.

With just a few punches, the knife hand was knocked to the ground.

It seems that this is not a master.

"Depend on!"

Huangmao held the wound on his shoulder, looked at Zhao Gangling and said, "Brother Gangling, are you okay?"

"fine."

Zhao Gangliang smiled and said, "You are so quick to react. I wonder if I can avoid it?"

"I know this, but I know it, but I couldn't care about so much at that time."

Huangmao smiled bitterly and said, "I saw that man slashing at you with a knife, and I... rushed up."

"Band it up."

Zhao Gang-ling said, "It seems that he has no bones."

"Yeah, a minor injury."

Huangmao said, turning his head to look at the young man who was pressed to the ground, and said, "Who sent you here."

"I am avenged by my yellow hair, I'm avenging my young boss!"

Although the man called himself I, he seemed to be a young man under 20 years old.

"Oh? Or Cao Qing's loyalty?"

While taking off the clothes and letting his subordinates bandage the wound, Huangmao raised his feet and stepped on the man on the ground, saying, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I won't let you go even if I die. You killed the young boss!"

The young man shouted angrily.

"Then you really have to die."

The yellow-haired face darkened and he said, "Take it into the river."

"Slow down."

Zhao Gang-ling suddenly said.

Huangmao turned her head, looked at Zhao Gangling and asked, "Brother Gangling, what's wrong?"

"I'll take a look at this guy."

Zhao Gangliang walked to the man and squatted down.

Looking at the man's ferocious look and the immature and fear that could not be concealed by the ferociousness, Zhao Gangliang said with a smile, "Who are you working for?"

"I avenge my young boss!"

The man shouted, "You are the murderer, I want to kill you."

"Avenge, well, this is a good thing, it means you are a person who values ​​love and friendship. Do you want to kill me? But you have to know that you can't kill me." Zhao Gangliang said seriously.

"Pooh."

The young man wanted to raise his head and spit on Zhao Gang's face, but his head was pressed down and he could only spit on the ground, making his movements a little funny.

"If the yellow-haired man hadn't blocked you just now, you would have died."

The young man said unconvincedly.

"Do you really think so?"

Zhao Gang said, and suddenly punched the ground.

This sudden punch made the young man tremble because his fist was less than five centimeters away from his face.

The howling energy made the young man's hair blow up. When the energy blew across his face, the young man even felt a pain.

What a domineering power this is.

Zhao Gangyu squatted on the ground, hitting his fist on the stone slab, the stone slab was concave and the cement slab was broken into several pieces.

Zhao Gang-rye shook his fist back and said, "Look, do you think you killed me?"

The young man was silent. Looking at the pit around him that had been suffocated, the young man swallowed and said, "No matter what, I will kill you."

"Hahaha."

Zhao Gang-rye suddenly burst into laughter, then slapped the young man in the face and said, "Why do you kill me? How old are you? You know nothing, do you have a father and a mother? Do you have relatives and friends? Are you not afraid that you will anger me, will I kill them all?"

The young man's face changed and he said angrily, "Grass-Must Horse, if you dare to touch my parents, try it!"

"Look, if you have parents, you come to kill me. This is equivalent to suicide. Suicide, how unfilial, right? If I want to kill you, your parents will have to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man. So the one I don't like most in my life are you 17 or 18-year-old gangsters. A bowl of dumplings and a few buns will bring you what you call life-and-death friendship. I don't know what Cao Qing used to make you still be so devoted to him now, but I want you to understand that death is like a lamp that goes out, Cao Qing is already dead. If you don't want to die, go back to your parents, don't get involved with others, look at your neck, what is this? Tattoo? How old are you tattooed with others? Damn, I hate you idiots."

As he said that, Zhao Gang-rye slapped him again, "You said you have followed a boss, what can you do if you have sex? Bullying others? Or do you also follow him to be the boss? Ask Huangmao, now let him study or let him get along, choose a way for him, which one will he choose?"

"I must study." Huangmao had already understood what Zhao Gang-ryu meant at this time, and quickly said seriously, "Studying is more than having a way out. Look at me, now you have been cut by you, maybe someone will be shot one day, oh, oh, what I said is all about, so, even if we are doing well, maybe one day we will die on the streets. You kids are better at studying at this age."

"I won't kill you today because I don't want to see your parents be sad for your death."

Zhao Gang-ling said, "Next time I see you, I will kill you."

After saying that, Zhao Gangqing stood up and said to Huangmao, "Beat it, don't be disabled, and then send it to the hospital."

"good."

Huangmao nodded.

After the young man was sent away, Huangmao said carefully, "Brother Gangli, are you planning to educate that person to do good?"

Zhao Gangliang smiled and said, "He is about the same age as me. It is better to live such a young man than to die, but he cut you off and it is impossible for him to have nothing to do, so I don't like to see dead people after all, especially these young people who are not worried about it. Moreover, when he returns alive, it may make you less trouble."

Looking at Zhao Gangling, although Zhao Gangling was only an 18-year-old young man, for some reason, Huangmao just felt like looking at his elders.

This feeling made Huangmao even more respectful to Zhao Gangliang.

“Good job.”

Zhao Gang-rye patted Huangmao's shoulder, "This injury is not bad."

Huang Mao smiled and said, "If it is a little deeper, it will be more shocking."

"Shocked your ball, by the way, did the person you asked you to check for me? Did you find it?" Zhao Gangli asked.

"Scar eyes?"

"Um!"
Chapter completed!