Chapter 1986 (1/2)
This day, Lao Yan directly spent money to buy people.
If you dare to fight, you will pay 500 for each person, and the medical expenses will be calculated separately.
If you don't dare to take a taxi, just stand behind and charge the number. No matter what happens tonight, you have to get face back!
Last night, Lao Yan became a fire-fighting hero. He was busy fighting the fire all night.
Qiu Zhen's people did this!
How can he swallow it?
Soon it was evening. As soon as it was dark, Zhiyong came and said excitedly.
”Brother, our people are here. There are almost more than 80 numbers!”
More than 80 people, this situation can be taken in Jinhai city.
Since boss Wang died, who can make such a big formation in Jinhai city?
I'm afraid there's only Lao Yan!
He knew that the people in HongRi steelmaking plant were only forty or fifty at best.
And from Hengcheng, it's on the territory of Jinhai city. What combat effectiveness can they have?
First of all, in terms of number, our own people can force them!
Old Yan en said, with no expression.
He couldn't help but know what water the No. 80 man was.
If they really fight, the people who dare to fight are the thirty or forty people, and their combat effectiveness is not good.
If there is a real fight, we can't beat the people in HongRi steelmaking plant.
This time, many gangsters in Jinhai city are watching in the dark. Lao Yan must hold up the formation of the underworld.
At the same time, he also wants to use his strengths to deal with Qiu Zhen and them.
That's the Baidao in Jinhai city.
With this, Lao Yan can kill them!
”Fight later and try to delay with them, you know?” said old Yan.
Zhiyong Eun a, but still asked: ”brother, we have so many people, what are you afraid of?”
Lao Yan is not really afraid. He just doesn't want to hurt himself too much.
And I don't want to be too ashamed!
If more than 80 people on my side can't beat the people in HongRi steelmaking plant, how can I mix on the road in the future?
It's better to solve the problem with white Tao.
”Grass! Do you think I'm fucking willing?” old Yan said angrily.
If Zhiyong had the momentum of Wang Peng, would Lao Yan still fall into such an embarrassing place?
Zhiyong scratched his head: ”I know, brother!”
……
Night fell.
Now in the HongRi steelmaking plant.
Qiu Zhen asked Dongzi to count the number of people.
Dongzi busily shuttled through the crowd.
”Brother Qiu, there are almost forty of us!” Dongzi ran over and said after a while.
”Grass!” Qiu Zhen gave him a kick on the ass, ”what is almost? I want clear numbers!”
Dongzi hurriedly counted it again.
”Brother Qiu, a total of 42.” he came in a cold sweat.
Qiu Zhen snorted coldly and told Li to go south and arrange the car.
”Brother Qiu, if factory director Feng asks about this, how should he answer? So many people go out together, he must ask.”
”What do you think?” Qiu Zhen looked at him with deep meaning.
Dongzi is a little confused. I don't know what Qiu Zhen means.
”Or I'll tell director Feng that we'll go to the square dance competition...”
”Grass!” Qiu Zhen scolded.
”Or is it a hip-hop competition?”
”Grass...”
Qiu Zhen doesn't want to listen to Dongzi's nonsense. It's so fucking hurtful. He goes to the corner and dials chennan.
The phone will be connected soon.