Seeing Curly and his men smashing the store, the people standing on the opposite street immediately became nervous. Among them, a bald man with a fierce face whispered something to a short bearded man next to him. The bearded man nodded with a smile and turned to go into a hardware store next door.
Wen Liang was held by Ning Xiaoning's hand, but his eyes were always on the opposite side. Seeing that they were facing a formidable enemy, he knew that he had found the right person. In the whole Qingzhou, An Baoqing's men were not everywhere, but at least they were easy to encounter.
Although Juanmao and others have authentic Qingzhou accents, the forces they represent are obviously unrelated to Qingzhou. With An Baoqing's cold and deep personality, he would never let his subordinates be so arrogant and unscrupulous!
"So you also know that I can't beat a group of people alone, then why did you look down on me and mock me for not taking the initiative?"
"I'm not asking you to fight with others... You have so many tricks every day, you must have other ways, right?"
Wen Liang laughed loudly, gently shook Ning Xiaoning's cold hand, and whispered: "Do I look like a hero? Of course I have a way, wait for me!"
Then, without waiting for Ning Xiaoning to answer, he pulled his hand out of her tightly clenched palm, strode to the bald man opposite, and said with a smile: "Do you know Brother Ming?"
The bald man looked at him warily and frowned, "Who are you?"
At this time, the bearded man came out of the store with a man in a military coat. The two men were one in front and one behind, one tall and one short, one with a face full of flesh, and the other with a sweet smile. They were like two people performing crosstalk on the stage, with an inexplicable sense of humor.
The military coat cursed: "Damn it, it's so cold that I can't even pee, and there's someone messing around? Where is he? If I catch him, I'll chop him to death!"
The bald man didn't bother to respond to Wen Liang, and shouted to the military coat along with everyone else: "Brother Shui."
Brother Shui shook his coat and put his thumbs into the belt around his waist. Just as he was about to ask what happened, he suddenly shuddered. He stared at Wen Liang carefully for a few seconds, blinked his eyes to make sure he was not mistaken, and suddenly a layer of cold sweat flowed down his back. He thought that this young man had a conflict with his brothers. His calves were a little bit nervous. He didn't dare to neglect it at all. He bent over and approached, smiling and said, "Young Master Wen, why are you here? These bastards are blind. Don't bother with them."
Wen Liang didn't expect to run into someone who knew him. This was good, so he didn't have to call Brother Ming. He looked at Brother Shui, but he didn't seem to have any impression of this person in his mind. He asked, "Brother Shui, do you recognize me?"
Brother Shui's face was almost covered with smiles. For a tough guy to show such a smile, it really felt like he was going against the will of heaven: "No, no, just call me Shuizi. Last year, someone was causing trouble at the soy milk shop on Bayi Road. I went there with Brother Ming and met Young Master Wen once..."
Wen Liang remembered that this was the case. Since they were old acquaintances, it saved him a lot of effort. He pointed to the bookstore across the street and said, "Do you know those troublemakers?"
Brother Shui didn't know what was going on yet, and waved to the bald man and the bearded man to come over. The two men were already dumbfounded watching from the sidelines. They had never seen the boss being so respectful to anyone. Even if the boss's boss came over, he would just light a cigarette and pour a glass of wine, and his smile would not be so mean.
The bald man secretly wiped his sweat. Those who can get along in the underworld are all smart people. How can they not know that they have encountered a powerful person? He couldn't help but feel lucky that his attitude was not too bad just now, otherwise he would have been beaten into a meat bun by the boss. The bearded man was still laughing from ear to ear, and no one knew what he was laughing at.
"Guangzi, who's causing trouble over there? Our brothers?"
The bald man replied: "He is not one of ours, and we don't know where he came from... Brother Shui, could he be the brother of another big brother?"
"Bullshit!" Brother Shui couldn't see what was happening inside the bookstore through the crowds of people outside. But since Wen Liang asked, it meant he was very unhappy about it. If he was unhappy, Brother Ming would be uneasy, and if Brother Ming was uneasy, he would be scolded. He threw his military coat at a little brother next to him and said viciously, "Brother Ming, leave this piece to me. Who dares to send people to make trouble? Xiao Wu, go call someone. Damn it, brothers, go meet these bastards!"
Wen Liang also wanted to find out the bottom line of Juanmao and others, and did not reject the possibility that Brother Shui would use violence, but he could not say these words in front of everyone. He saw that Brother Shui was knowledgeable, sensible, and courageous, and he believed that he was a talented person.
Unexpectedly, just as Brother Shui finished speaking, a police car drove over with sirens blaring. Wen Liang waved his hand, signaling Brother Shui to be patient, and said with a smile: "It seems someone is helping us. Let's just wait and see."
Returning to Ning Xiaoning, she glanced at the large group of people crossing the street and said, "You have friends all over the world..."
Wen Liang said modestly: "I don't dare to take on the world, but Qingzhou is still possible."
Two people jumped out of the police car. Wen Liang didn't recognize them. They should be police officers from the nearby police station. The crowd quickly made way for a passage. When Juanmao and others heard the sirens, they stopped and stood in the store carefree, without any fear at all.
The leading police officer had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked quite decent. He stood at the door of the store and asked sternly, "What are you doing?"
"Don't you have eyes? Smash the shop! This shop owes our boss money. He won't pay it back unless we smash it!"
A younger police officer angrily said, "How can you talk like that? I'm warning you, don't be so arrogant!"
Curly snorted coldly, pushed the frightened young woman aside, walked up to the young policeman and said, "Officer, don't be so easy-going. If someone owes you one million and not only doesn't pay you back, but can't find you all day, what would you do?"
The young police officer looked him up and down and said disdainfully, "One million? Do you think money comes out of your mouth? Be honest. If you have anything to say, talk about it back at the station."
The young men behind Curly-haired quickly surrounded him, their eyes gleaming fiercely as they stared at him. Although the young man didn't believe that anyone would dare to attack the police, the scene was indeed a bit scary, so he took a step back and shouted, "What's going on, you want to rebel?"
Curly-haired chuckled and lowered his voice, saying, "We don't dare to rebel, but we brothers are not afraid of crushing a few people. At most, one life can be exchanged for another. Our lives are very cheap. I just don't know if this police officer thinks it is worth it!"
The young man was just a minor policeman in the police station. He usually dealt with some neighborhood disputes. He had never seen such a bold guy who dared to threaten and intimidate the police in public. He panicked and stammered, "You...you..."
The leading police officer also deliberately asked the young man to go to the pulse gate of Haohao Curly Hair. Judging from the posture, he should be of some importance. He coughed and said, "It's right to pay back debts, but you have to go through formal channels to ask for money. No matter whether you are right or not, it is always wrong to bring people to smash the store. How about this, you come with us to the police station first, and when we find the person in charge here, you can coordinate and solve it."
Curly is not so easy to fool. They are outnumbered here, so they can escape if they really can't. But if we go to the police station, wouldn't it be like throwing a meat bun at a dog, and we will never come back
"Don't bother, officer. If this bastard doesn't show up today, I'll close down Xinhua Bookstore!"
The leading public security officers had never seen such arrogant hooligans in Qingzhou, let alone this bunch of low-ranking thugs, even Brother Shui, Brother Bao, Brother Menglong, Da Biao, and Brother Ming who has now risen to a higher position, would not publicly disrespect the public security system.
In the final analysis, only if everyone gives each other face can they live in peace and make money, and only in this way can they get along for a long time!
He was furious. He had not taken the alarm seriously at first, thinking that there were many people buying books at Xinhua Bookstore today and the situation was chaotic, so only two people would be needed to maintain order. He did not expect that not only did he run into a troublemaker, but he also seemed to be a bit unreasonable, forcing him into a dilemma.
The leading public security officer is not a fool. Although Xinhua Bookstore is not that powerful, it is a public institution after all. They dare to make trouble like this without any care. Regardless of who is behind it, at least it is not something a small policeman like him can intervene.
So he had to hold back his anger and endure his rage. It was difficult to do things at the grassroots level. The difficulty was that there were too many fathers. He breathed a sigh of relief, his face softened, and he advised kindly: "You have to think clearly. If you really make a big fuss, it may not be a good thing..."
There was a chorus of boos from the crowd. They were afraid of the Qingpi, but not necessarily the police. Someone shouted, "The police, the police, they are afraid of the strong bullying the weak..."
This is a jingle which has only started to circulate in Qingzhou in recent years. The next sentence is "Green skin, green skin, cheating and deceiving", and there are many more after it, such as "electricity, electricity", "I do it as the boss", "family planning, family planning", and killing does not count", which covers all kinds of social problems in all classes of Qingzhou and can be regarded as a model of artistic re-creation.
The young police officer could no longer bear it, so he turned around and shouted, "Who? Stand up!"
The leader's face turned pale and red, and he turned a deaf ear to the ridicule from outside. A few sarcastic remarks wouldn't hurt anyone, but if he really offended someone he shouldn't have offended, who would he go to cry to if his skin was peeled off
The curly-haired man laughed with his nose pointed up at the sky, and said, "Let's go. You have no right to interfere with what happens today. Even if you arrest me, you still have to send me out at night. You don't mind the trouble, but I think it's unlucky!"
Now even the young policeman realized that something was wrong. He dared to talk like that at this point. He was either a fool or someone who really had an important background. He looked at the leading policeman timidly, lowered his head and said no more.
The leading police officer really wanted to turn around and leave, but with so many eyes watching him from behind, he really didn't have the face nor the courage. Just when he didn't know what to do, a loud voice sounded behind him:
"I can testify that these people molested women, beat people, smashed bookstores, and disturbed public order. Please arrest them all, police uncle."
The two police officers and Curly and others looked up at the door. A young man pushed through the dense crowd and walked in step by step. Behind him was an equally young and cold girl, who followed closely!
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