C35 (1/2)

Carrying three kilograms of top-grade beef, Duan Hong felt that it was really easy to spend money. With only a little more than a hundred thousand yuan left, the three of them turned around and prepared to leave.

”Grandma, have you paid the management fee for the dishes you bought from this stall?”

No, I don't know.

Duan Hong turned his head to look and saw seven or eight young Young Hooligan s surrounding a vegetable stall. The person who bought the food was an elderly woman.

”Alright, I see that you're new here. I'll make it cheaper for you. One thousand yuan a month will do.”

Young Hooligan spat smoke at his grandma's face.

The old woman violently coughed a few times and said in alarm, ”I don't have that much money.”

< p > ”Then give me as much as you have!” ”Look at how you're still selling vegetables at such an age.”

Young Hooligan said impatiently.

The grandma also knew that they were the noobs here. If they didn't pay, they would cause trouble. She took out a handful of change from her broken pocket, the largest being no more than ten yuan.

”Ah, grandma, what are you doing with this little money? Even laozi can't buy a pack of cigarettes. Think about it, since I have so many brothers, I should at least give you a few hundred yuan.”

Young Hooligan slanted his eyebrows, his nostrils flaring.

The cigarette in his hand waved in front of his grandma.

< p > ”I really don't have any more.”

The grandma's face turned pale as tears almost flowed out from her eyes. She was only selling a few small dishes, and even if you added them all up, she might not be able to sell these dishes for a hundred yuan.

F * ck, old granny, don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit. I'm telling you that last time there was a middle-aged woman who bought vegetables, but she refused to pay and instead gave our brothers a kick!” ”She is in your position, are you going to give her to her or not?

Young Hooligan's voice resounded, the surrounding people all dared to be angry but did not say anything, coldly watching.

The grandma shook her head with an expression that said ”no matter what you do, you won't give me that”.

The Young Hooligan spat yellow phlegm onto the fresh cabbage. He stretched his hand to snatch the broken pocket of his elder's heart, which was filled with all of his blood. How could he give it to them for nothing?

The old woman fought back with all her might as her two old hands grabbed tightly onto her chest.

< em > She was just an adult and was a woman, how could she be a match for this Young Hooligan?

”I'll fuck your old woman!”

One of the Young Hooligan extended his leg and kicked the granny's stomach. The granny's body fell, and her broken bag was snatched away.

Ungrateful!

After Young Hooligan finished speaking, he waved his hand and led the few people to turn around and leave. Suddenly, he felt his vision darken, and his head felt like it had knocked against a stone tablet.

When he looked carefully, he realized that there was a person blocking his path. This person was tall, around one hundred and ninety centimeters, and was completely covered by the Young Hooligan's sunlight. His chest muscles were as sharp as granite, and his thick lips, coupled with two thick eyebrows, added a slightly more domineering air.

Young Hooligan was surprised for a moment. He felt slightly afraid, but thinking about how he had seven brothers by his side, why would he be afraid of him alone?

He opened his mouth and scolded, ”Fuck your ancestors! Did you not see anything when you went out? Could it be that the one in front of you is an old dog? Do you think you can f * * king die if you don't block my way?”

Immediately, a scrawny Young Hooligan took out a fruit knife from his pocket and gestured in front of him.

The brawny man slightly tilted his body and two people walked out from behind him. One of them had eyes like cold stars, a delicate and pretty face, and the other had red brows and a face filled with a ruffian's aura.

The three of them were truly Duan Hong, Realizing Fever and Zhu Shan.