In the one hundred and one courtyard, there are big trees of nearly 30 years old, and the mottled corners of the walls are covered with moss marks. A little magical taste.
On the balconies and corridors, all the neighbors couldn't help showing their faces, watching this night show without buying tickets.
Thousands of years ago, the poor farmers were uprooted from the land they were slicing due to natural disasters or man-made disasters, and they became beggars after being displaced. Frost, rain and snow, vicious dogs and poisonous snakes are all their enemies, and they are blown away by the wind until they are waiting to die. Later, the fallen warriors and the hidden folk masters organized the suffering people together and taught them to protect themselves, take care of each other and comfort each other. Even if there is no place to stand in the world, they finally have a place to belong. This is the origin of the beggar gang.
Who would have thought that thousands of years later, the elders of the "beggar gang" wearing mink coats would drive and "force the palace to seize power" with the men who were looking for the school district room
Personnel affairs are like hot dishes, if you leave them alone, the taste will change, and no one can escape.
Yu Lanchuan gently swiped the peach wood sword horizontally, and actually showed a bit of the Qijue sword's righteousness: "Uncle Zhao, why don't you ask, even if you take a dog stick, the brothers outside will listen to you. ?"
At this time, Elder Zhao had vaguely realized that he had passed.
He wanted to take the dog-beating stick quietly and leave, but who knew that Yu Lanchuan would really dare to pick up his head and stop them, and he didn't expect that Gang Leader Lao Yang didn't even know how to manage the trivial details of his own family, so he was still so popular. Now that this is the case, even if he gets the dog-beating stick, there must be a lot of opposition within the beggar gang.
What's more, he is not the only one who wants to take the dog-killing stick, Elder Tian and the other two elders are also coveting it, and there will be no shortage of shit-stirring sticks that will fan the flames.
But at this time, it is already difficult to ride a tiger. If he shrinks at this time, everyone will know tomorrow that he is old Zhao, and stealing chickens will not lose rice, and let a junior like Yu Lanchuan "pull out", he will return to the future. Can you lift your head up
Elder Zhao gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and took an iron rod from his subordinate: "I heard that Han Jiangxue is the first of the five masters, Xiao Yu, please enlighten me."
Yu Lanchuan said quickly, "I don't teach you, so don't take it."
Elder Zhao: "..."
Yu Lanchuan: "I met an old man of your age who fell on the street. I might not even dare to help, but I would dare to fight with you? I still have twenty-nine years of loan."
Zhang Meizhen sneered: "I'm afraid that some people are old and disrespectful, and they prefer to touch porcelain."
Today, Elder Zhao had to choose between "touching porcelain" and "being taken out". He was in a dilemma and couldn't contain his anger. He pointed back at Zhang Meizhen with a stick: "Then I will ask you for advice, it's not touching porcelain!"
Yan Hao nervously jumped off the bicycle shed, holding the big iron claw he used to climb the wall across his chest, and Elder Tian and the others showed off various iron rods and knives.
There was tension at the entrance of the small building.
However, at the same time, there was a different scene at the entrance of the courtyard. Most of the rescuers invited by Yan Hao belonged to the Beggar Gang, and strictly speaking, they were all his own. The disciples of the Beggar Gang who came to make trouble with the courtyard were not friends. , at least he has a familiar face. The rest usually do small business around, and they are used to smiling.
After this group of "rescue soldiers" came, they met acquaintances in the courtyard, and they didn't know whether they should wave the flag and shout, or just copy the guys, so they simply chatted with acquaintances. Most of the disciples who followed the elders to make trouble did not participate in the conspiracy and tricks, but just acted as thugs. .
As the saying goes, there are too many chickens to lay eggs, and too many people make trouble.
In front of them are swordsmen facing each other and anger, and in the back are "Guess how much I bought that leek the day before yesterday", "My child goes to two cram schools during the holiday" - the forces of "tutorial classes" and "leek" seem to be small when they see the wind. The flames, starting from the gate, nibbled at the whales all the way forward.
Soon, the boundaries between the two groups blurred, and the team became loose. It finally spread to the "front line". The ears of the confronting people were all good. At the same time, they heard a clear sentence from the west wind: "It's going up again after the new year? Oh, it has gone up from three yuan to six yuan, with those stalls. The buddies of pancakes discuss it, all right!"
Han Dongsheng sighed and poked the copper clothes pole on the ground: "It costs ten yuan to round up, so I'll do it myself at home in the future."
Yan Hao stretched his fingers to calculate that his salary at the end of the month was enough for a few days of breakfast, but ten fingers were not enough, so he had to borrow steel claw fingers together.
Yu Lanchuan glanced at his watch. It was past ten o'clock. He had to report the progress of the project to the board of directors early the next morning. Before the materials were finished, he was in a very bad mood: "Everything is in turmoil, only the salary status is stable."
The disciples of the beggar gang who had just played with him were also social animals, and they heard sadness. Looking around, there was a large group of people who were almost unable to eat pancakes. They were still "pulling out" each other like black-eyed chickens. share".
Is the world worth it
Elder Zhao: "..."
However, just when the storm was about to dissipate, a row of police cars arrived with a "squeak". As Yu Lanchuan wished, the siren was very loud. The police who came were shocked by the number of people in the 111 hospital. What was the scale of the crowd fight
If put in "Harry Potter", it is equivalent to the ultimate war in the wizarding world!
So the scene urgently asked the leaders of the unit, and got instructions - the leaders were taken away.
Xiao Zhai and Da Mahou in Xiao Hutong said goodbye to Yang Ping and went their separate ways.
Gan Qing stared blankly at the blurred silhouette on the window of the private house for a while, and finally, without disturbing anyone, she quietly fell from the big cypress tree and chose the horse monkey.
Wang Jiake had been living in the small hotel for several days, and she began to feel more and more uneasy.
Small hotels claim to be "fast hotels", but in fact they may not even meet the standards of dangerous buildings, or they may be operating without a license.
The door seemed to be made of paper and was not soundproof at all. Every day in the middle of the night, she could hear drunken joking and joking outside. The voice sometimes lingered at her door, as if it was ready to break in at any time. She was frightened when she heard it, and she couldn't help but get up to check the anti-theft chain.
They took away her cell phone, only to say that her cell phone had been blown up by loan sharks, for fear that she would be stimulated by seeing it. The three meals were all delivered by the waiter, and the quality was terrible. She couldn't even take a breath when she wanted to go out. Once, she had just walked out of the room and had not reached the stairs, when two male waiters approached her and questioned her where she was going. She couldn't help but say He sent her back to the room, leaving a sentence that made her horrified: "Don't run around, we have surveillance."
Only then did Wang Jiake realize that he might have just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den again.
On the third night, something even more perverted happened.
Since he came here, Wang Jiake hastily washed his face every day and slept in his clothes. He couldn't bear it any longer. She recalled the various methods seen on the Internet, and anxiously checked the bathroom several times, but couldn't find a camera in the bathroom, so she quickly rushed in to take a battle shower.
Unexpectedly, just after taking a shower, I heard someone outside using a key card to open the door.
Wang Jake only had time to grab the long down jacket and wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis. He just zipped it up, but the other party didn't invite himself in - the anti-theft chain was pulled to the end, and it fell off by himself. It turned out that the thing was an ornament!
It was the driver who brought her who opened the door. It was almost ten o'clock in the night, and the driver's body smelled of alcohol, and he perfunctoryly carried a bag of half-eaten bread in his hand, claiming to "deliver food" to her.
Wang Jiake screamed: "Who let you in, get out!"
The driver gave a "tsk", narrowed his eyes and looked at her, instead he took two steps into the room, and closed the door with his hand back: "I'm kind enough to bring you something to eat, you little girl, don't know how to lift. "
Wang Jiake felt that his limbs were emitting cold air, and his whole body was shaking. He pulled the wooden chair and put his legs forward in front of him.
"Isn't it? You even have a drink. What's wrong with chatting with your brother?" The driver smiled, took out a handful of ten- and twenty-dollar bills from his pocket, and sprinkled them on Wang Jiake's sheets, "Half a half. How much is the hour, is that enough?"
People who don’t have the habit of scolding the streets and playing hooligans usually expect to perform well on the spot in times of crisis, which is generally not possible. Wang Jiake’s mind is blank, and he will only step back and say upside down: “What are you doing? Are you sick! Neurosis! Get out! Ah!"
The driver grabbed one of the chair legs, Wang Jiake struggled desperately, the broken wooden chair twisted between the two, and hit Wang Jiake's wrist bone, her slender wrist suddenly turned red, she screamed, the chair hands off.
Wang Jiake clings to the window and subconsciously holds the armrest on the window. During the struggle, the window is twisted open inadvertently, and the night wind swoops in.
Wang Jiake: "Help! Help..."
The driver covered her mouth and tugged at the zipper of her down jacket. Wang Jake bit down on his palm and jumped from the second floor in a panic.
The driver was jolted, sobered up, and threw himself at the window.
The second floor is not too high, there is a fake lawn underneath, it is still soft, and the thick down jacket protects her like a cocoon. Wang Jiake rolled on the ground and only suffered a little skin injury. He stood up from the ground and ran away.
The driver yelled, "Where are you going!"
Wang Jake didn't dare to look back, stepped on the cold ground with his bare feet, and didn't care what he stepped on. The people in the small hotel quickly chased after him, and Wang Jake ran out for a few hundred meters in one go. , I finally saw the headlights at the crooked alley, and a black car driver who was busy at night was leaning there smoking.
Wang Jiake, who was about to despair, dragged his feet full of blood and ran to the car, out of breath and said, "Help... help me... someone is going to kidnap me, please..."
The alarmed driver of the black car looked at her for a moment in surprise, then glanced behind her again: "What's the matter? Where did you run out of?"
Wang Jiake: "The 'Warm 8 Hours' hotel is a black shop. They are chasing me, and there is someone else who wants to..."
It's a pity that she didn't know that the "Car and Boat Store" was a family.
Before Wang Jake could finish speaking, he saw a strange smile on the face of the black car driver: "'Warm' ran out."
In an instant, Wang Jake realized something, but it was too late to run away. The driver of the black car grabbed her long, well-maintained hair: "Don't you want me to help you, get in the car."
Wang Jiake had the illusion that his scalp had been ripped off, and tears came out. At this moment, a rubber shoe flew over and hit the elbow of the driver of the black car, hitting the numbness. As soon as the black car driver lost his strength, Wang Jiake was thrown to the ground by him, with snot and tears, and crawled forward on all fours.
"Who?!"
The beggar gang disciple Da Ma monkey slowly walked out from under the street lamp, and then, several beggars emerged from the alley and surrounded them.
"Beggar, help!"
"I hate to see someone bullying a little girl," said Da Mahou with a smug smile on his face, "Little girl, don't be afraid, come with us."
Wang Jiake believed that the Xingjiao Gang could save her from the loan sharks, but turned around and was placed under house arrest. The "Savior" is more hooligan than the loan sharks!
Finally escaped and asked passers-by for help, but the passers-by were with them!
After several times, her trust in human beings has vanished. In the dark, the horse monkey showed two rows of white teeth, looking like a pervert who was preparing to grind his teeth and eat people.
Wang Jiake climbed faster.
After two sentences, the noise of footsteps came, and the people in the hotel were about to catch up. The horse monkey stopped talking nonsense, whistled, and kicked the driver of the black car with a kick. Behind the driver of the black car was his home base, and of course he didn't want to suffer. With a swipe from his waist, he pulled out a small knife and stabbed it unequivocally into the horse monkey's leg.
The two beggars supported Wang Jiake from left to right. The sour and stinky immortal aura on the homeless man surrounded Wang Jiake three hundred and sixty degrees, so as not to shock the frightened girl. In the past, this time, she didn't even have the strength to scream and struggle, and the objects seemed to be passed around by them.
Just when her mind began to blur, a muffled groan suddenly came from her ear.
A dark shadow appeared like a ghost, and the two homeless people who were holding Wang Jiake were settled. Wang Jiake fell into a pair of icy hands, and then he was caught without his feet touching the ground. Pulling up, the man whispered in her ear, "Let's go."
It's a woman's voice!
In this kind of chaos, the sense of security brought by a woman is like a life-saving straw. Wang Jake has no brains, and instinctively opened his legs and handed himself over to this person.
The Beggar Gang and Xingjiao Gang bit into a ball, raised their heads, and found that the key person had been cut off!
"Who!"
"Bastard, chase!"
The beggar gang disciple Sayazi, who responded the fastest, was about to chase, but just now he was holding Wang Jiake's companion motionless and poking on the spot, like a wax figure. The beggar gang disciple realized something was wrong: "What's wrong with you?"
His companion slowly turned his head, his face was as pale as hell, and there was a three-inch and two-minute wound on his neck - a very shallow one, originally a white mark, and only then did a thin bloodstain appear like a wound. Bright red rope.
The dimly lit place suddenly seemed to condense a thick murderous intent.
From the creation of Wanmuchun's name to Wei Xiao, who started the sword and destroyed several people, the two generations of Wanmuchun have left a heavy shadow on all insiders in the martial arts.
At that moment, no one dared to move, whether it was the Walking Foot Gang or the Beggar Gang.