C17 (1/2)

”Huh?” Fatty Hu, who hadn't even noticed that someone was near him, was startled by his slap. When he came back to his senses, he asked: ”What did you say?”

”I said, if I help you deal with them, can you give me a few pounds of your chili?” With a confident smile, Lin Jin repeated himself.

”Clang!” At this time, another table was smashed apart, causing Fatty Hu's heart to ache. He couldn't figure out why he made such a strange request, but hurriedly said, ”Alright, alright, as long as they don't beat me up, you can take a few kilograms of chilies.”

”Then it's a deal.” Lin Jin patted his shoulder again, and walked to the middle of the two groups, picked up a rod and knocked on a broken table: ”Everyone stop, do you hear me?

Hearing him call for a stop, the two groups of people stopped their hands and looked at him. Despite their strong mental fortitude, Lin Jin was still smirked by their gazes and forgot to continue talking.

The rules of the underworld speak of qualifications. If you want to stop others from fighting, then you must have the qualifications to do so. Otherwise, you can only be beaten on both sides.

One of them wore a pair of glasses, and a young man with yellow hair just happened to beat up an opponent. Seeing that he had a face that was unfamiliar to him, and that he didn't seem like a gangster, and thought that it was a normal person who came to meddle in other people's business, he pointed at the opponent's nose and scolded, ”Where did you run out from? Do you dare to run out and shout when we're fighting? Do you believe I won't beat you to death?”

Hearing his words, Lin Jin did not get angry, he just picked up a chair and sat down: ”I know you are all from this path, you are all ruthless people from this side, but you have to fight, don't fight in other people's shops, go somewhere else, it will be hard to pay if you break anything.”

”What the f * ck are you? Laozi wants you to talk about my work. So what if you beat up a bad thing? You're thinking highly of him if you smash something up. He had to give him face in order to smash his things. If he didn't give him face, he would smash his own people as well. The boss didn't say anything, but you, a hairless little bully, came running out to say something. You're just lighting a light in the toilet — you're courting death! ” One of Brother B's subordinates saw him sitting and talking to them and immediately felt disgraced, so he wanted to rush over and give him a slap.

”Wait!” Seeing that he was able to speak with a straight face between the two gangs, he knew that if he wasn't capable, then he must have someone to rely on. He stopped his men, and said with a smile: ”I wonder which road Little Brother is on, what's your name. If you're familiar with him, then it would save us a lot of face.”

stood up and looked at them: ”I wonder if everyone has heard of the name Tan Yinglong? I'm his friend. If you know, let's sit down and talk. ”

”Talking about Big Brother?” Hearing these words, the surrounding people all sucked in a breath of cold air.

In the Ninghua, and even in this province, as long as one was a hoodlum, if there was someone who did not know of the three words ”Talking about Big Brother,” then they would have definitely fooled them for nothing.