Wen Liang sighed secretly, turned his head away, his eyes were deep and calm, and he didn't say much. Chang Cheng restrained his cynical smile, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to comfort the young woman, but he didn't know where to start. Unlike the men who had experienced a lot of things in the world, Liu Ya's eyes were full of pity and emotion. With her usual temperament, let alone talking to these women at the lowest level of society, she didn't even want to look at them for a second. But now she always felt that something was blocking her chest, and she was a little breathless.
Xiang Ziyu is much more mature than Liu Ya. He did a lot of homework before coming to the mainland and knew a little about the population movement caused by family planning. However, what he learned on paper was superficial. How could it be as profound and moving as witnessing this scene with his own eyes and hearing the truth about how the parties involved lost their humanity for such a tiny basic need
"Dawei, go order some noodles and some mutton. Oh, and buy some drinks. Tell the kitchen to hurry up. You can give them extra money."
Xiang Ziyu noticed the pale faces of the little girls, they probably didn't have enough for dinner, so he whispered to Liu Ya, "There's some fruit in the car, go get it and treat everyone to some."
Wen Liang didn't expect Xiang Ziyu to be so attentive. This was a detail that even he had not considered for a while. However, Miss Xiang from Mingzhu still made the mistake of empiricism. Here, there is only slowness, not speed. It is not impossible to pay more money, but what can you do if they take the money and don't do the job
At this time, Feijiu was also helped out of the darkness by several people. Chang Cheng knew the limits and only made him fall down as a punishment, so he was not injured. Even so, it was a great loss of face for these people. You have to know that those who can travel long distances all year round are the first to get rich in their own circle. With money, they have strong backs, and they have to be polite. Moreover, among the dozens of people in the service area, there are other drivers who don't get along with them. The same industry is an enemy, so it is inevitable that they have the intention of watching the joke. If they just swallow their anger, how can they survive on this long-distance route in the future
So when Fei Jiu and a dozen people came over, Wen Liang was not surprised. He just ignored them, picked up a steamed bun, broke it open, put a few pieces of cooked mutton in it, handed it to the oldest girl, and said softly, "You must be hungry. Come, have some steamed buns."
The little girl looked at Wen Liang warily, but couldn't stand the aroma of mutton. She swallowed a few times, hesitated for a moment, and slowly reached out her dusty little hand to the steamed bun.
Bang!
A fat and greasy hand suddenly came over, and when the little girl was about to touch the bun, it dropped it to the ground and said viciously: "What are you eating? Be honest."
The one who spoke was Fei Jiu. He put his hands on his hips and stared at Chang Cheng fiercely. As for Wen Liang and the little girl, they were just a foil and he only hit them casually, not taking them seriously in his eyes.
There was fear in the little girl's eyes, but she dared not move. She bit her lips tightly for fear of making any sound. What kind of past could make a seven-year-old child afraid to even cry
Wen Liang lowered his head and watched the snow-white bun spinning on the ground and turning into a pitch-black ball in an instant. His eyes changed from indifferent to a bit colder.
Chang Cheng took a look at Wen Liang's expression, understood what he meant, rubbed his hands, stood up, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, brothers, I was a little anxious just now, and was a little reckless, how about you apologize to us brothers?"
Next to Fei Jiu stood a man in his forties with a square face. He should be the leader of their group. He snorted heavily and put on a very high attitude. Fei Jiu was upset by Chang Cheng's good things and fell into a dog's shit. He was so angry that his teeth itched and he immediately cursed: "You second uncle, you beat someone up and just let it go like this?"
Chang Cheng still smiled and said, "That's right, I've already hit you, do you still want to hit me back?"
The square-faced man's face was already dark, and it darkened even more after hearing this. He said in a deep voice: "Comrade, if you have something to say, let's talk about it. If you have a point, let's talk about it. Hitting people? Humph, don't you see where this place is!"
Chang Cheng suddenly stopped smiling, grinned, and revealed a hint of ferocity, saying, "What a reasonable argument! The fat guy next to you must feel very proud of bullying a woman, right? You who are watching and making trouble also feel proud, right? Fuck you, you still have the nerve to say what kind of place this is? This is a national service station. What does it have to do with you?"
In this day and age, one dime still has some purchasing power, so using five cents can better express disdain. After all, the square-faced man is just the leader of this spontaneous team of fellow villagers, friends and relatives, not the leader of any organization. He has said all the polite words here and angrily said, "You are shameless. If I didn't think you are all decent people, I would have beaten you to tears long ago..."
Da Wei stood up quickly. Although he might not be as strong as Chang Cheng in terms of fighting ability, he was over 1.9 meters tall and looked much better than Chang Cheng. The square-faced man choked for a moment, looked up at Da Wei, then looked back at his side, and quickly calculated the number comparison in his mind. With more than ten people against two, the chances of winning were still very high. As for Wen Liang, he had automatically classified her as a woman.
Fei Jiu yelled, "What? You still want to hit someone? Come on, come on, try hitting another one?" As he said that, he grabbed a bench with one hand, and the others also went to look for weapons. There were wine bottles, chopsticks, bowls, belts untied from the waistband, and even one or two people took out two switchblades.
The young woman was trembling with fear, and quickly took the second and third daughters who were close to her into her arms. Just as she was about to reach out to pull the eldest daughter who was standing next to Wen Liang, Wen Liang smiled at her, then took the eldest daughter's hand, bent down and looked directly into the little girl's innocent yet sad eyes, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay!"
When the two sides were on the verge of a fight, Liu Ya took some fruit from the car parked on the outermost floor of the parking lot and walked back happily. She was shocked to see the situation in the field from a distance and hurried over, not even caring about the scattered fruit. When she arrived at the table, she first protected Xiang Ziyu behind her and shouted, "What are you doing? We are going to call the police."
"Call the police?" The square-faced man curled his lips and said, "Call the police. Let's see what the crime of beating someone is. And what about her, **..."
Wen Liang felt the little girl's hand suddenly tighten, and his heart twitched. Children of poor families have to grow up early. Although she was only six or seven years old, she could understand the meaning of what the adults said. Even if she didn't understand the real meaning, she knew that it was not a good thing.
"Shut up!
Wen Liang growled, his eyes sharp as he said to the square-faced man word by word: "There are children here!"
The square-faced man was stunned, as if he had not expected that this seemingly insignificant boy could have such an awe-inspiring aura at this moment. Chang Cheng saw the opportunity and suddenly kicked the square-faced man in the middle of his waist and hips, kicking his 200-pound body back four or five steps, and he fell to the ground.
“Good skills!”
Da Wei was slightly taken aback and looked at Chang Cheng in amazement. As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether a player is good or not with just one kick. The skill and strength displayed by this kick alone are not something that ordinary people can do.
The square-faced man instantly lost his fighting spirit, gasping in pain, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead. He pointed at Wen Liang and the others, and said tremblingly: "Hit... hit... me..."
Feijiu grabbed a bench and rushed forward first, shouting, "Beat them!" The others shouted together and rushed forward.
"Brother Wei, you protect everyone. I'll take care of these people." Chang Cheng laughed loudly, and instead of retreating, he rushed into the crowd with his bare hands, and chopped out a palm diagonally, which went through the bench that fell from the air and hit Fei Jiu's neck. As he fell to the ground limply, he turned his foot inward and gave a side kick in the air, kicking the guy with a beer bottle in his other hand several steps away, and knocked over a few people in the process.
When Chang Cheng was in full force and killing everyone, Wen Liang held the little girl with one hand and blocked Xiang Ziyu and Liu Ya to his side with the other hand, and stepped back a few steps. The young woman and her husband also came over and gathered together. Da Wei picked up a long bench and stood in front of them with a fierce look, like a mountain or a wall, making people afraid to come over and cause trouble.
The square-faced group seemed to be numerous, but they were just ordinary people. Although there were a few good fighters, they were just like children playing house compared to professionals like Chang Cheng. In just three or two minutes, seven or eight of them had been knocked down. The remaining few were also timid, and they could only yell and curse but did not dare to move forward. At this time, someone in the crowd watching the excitement shouted, "You are all long-term players, so why do you just watch your own people being bullied? Come with me if you have the guts!"
There are so many drivers, some of them are at odds with the square-faced man, and some of them are on good terms with him. They just saw that there were so many of them and were happy to watch the show from the sidelines. Now that they have suffered a loss, if they don’t help, no one will care when they suffer a loss in the future. In this sense, these drivers are still very loyal and stick together - this is normal. The roads are in turmoil and there are too many bandits. If they don’t stick together, let alone getting rich, even their personal safety will not be guaranteed.
A dozen new soldiers suddenly joined the battle group. Xiang Ziyu looked at the situation on the field and was afraid that Chang Cheng could not handle it alone, so he said to Wen Liang: "Mr. Wen, Master Chang is not very safe alone. Why not let Da Wei go to help him? What do you think?"
She stood behind Wen Liang, only a turn away. Her gentle words seemed to ring in her ears, and she could even smell the faint fragrance coming from her body. Wen Liang also wanted to resolve the conflict quickly, so she smiled and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Master Wei. Don't worry, I'm here!"
Dawei had long wanted to go down and stretch his muscles, but was afraid that something might go wrong. Although he had doubts about Wen Liang's words, and thought that Chang Cheng's skills didn't mean his boss was also good, he thought that as long as he paid more attention, he would still have time to turn around if anything happened, so he nodded.
Xiang Ziyu said: "Go ahead, well, try not to hurt anyone!"
Chang Cheng was screaming with excitement. He hadn't had such a good fight in a long time. He punched the man on the opposite side and made him bleed from the nose. He heard the sound of a bench breaking in the wind behind him and was about to dodge sideways. A huge figure rushed over from the side of him. He didn't move his hands at all, but just rushed over with his shoulder, first knocking the bench in half in the air, and then without stopping, he hit the man's chest directly, and then rushed out four or five steps with the man, knocking people and horses down along the way, and screaming in pain.
"Brother Wei, don't steal my business!"
Da Wei turned his head and smiled, and without saying anything, he punched out with his bowl-sized fist with a sharp wind, and immediately knocked down another one. Chang Cheng was stunned. What a bandit, he didn't say anything but just robbed. He quickly chased after him, fearing that he would be left behind.
A driver named Xiao Huang sat up from the ground, shook his head, and exhaled the foul air in his chest. He was unlucky as he was hit by the first wave of attack from Da Wei just as he rushed over. However, he stood relatively far back, took a breath and climbed up again, holding a glaring switchblade in his hand. He looked left and right. Chang Cheng and Da Wei were both more brutal than each other, and he would never go over even if he was beaten to death. He turned his eyes and saw Wen Liang and the woman standing behind him, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Kid, get out of the way!"
Xiao Huang came up to them, trying to save Zhao from Wei. With this woman, he was not afraid that the two powerful people over there would not bow down. Wen Liang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and said coldly, "Get lost!" (To be continued)