Seeing that the big oily palm was about to rub against Song Ye, Yunhua had quick eyesight and stepped forward to grab the other person's wrist. He only squeezed it lightly to stop him from moving.
The owner of the pork stall had been killing pigs all year round, and his hands weighed more than a hundred kilograms. Now he was being held by a little girl. He felt more and more that the other person was not a simple person, but out of concern for his son, he had to say, " Gentlemen, my son is being naive and he signed the contract without even reading it. I’m really worried about it. Can we discuss this matter again?”
"It's okay to discuss it, but not to do it." Yun Hua said coldly.
"Yes, yes, I'm just taking a look." The boss responded hurriedly, lowering his arms and not daring to move any further. They were a poor family and could not afford to offend these rich and powerful people.
Song Ye looked at the two father and son, one was upright and honest, the other was simple and honest, and he had a good impression in his heart.
Just when she was about to hand over the contract to the other party, someone outside the small stall shouted, "Daddy Shitou, come out quickly. Those people are here to collect protection money again. They can't see anyone and they are about to smash your stall." "
"What? Gaozi, stop me." Dad Shitou became very anxious when he heard this. He didn't have time to worry about the contract. He hurried back and squeezed his fat body through the narrow stall, knocking him down. learned a lot.
Shitou was also anxious, looking left and right, then he just took an iron basin from the side and rushed out.
Fortunately, Song Ye was quick and stopped the person in time. Looking at the stupid boy, he couldn't help but ask: "You want to use this thing to fight with people?"
"Oh, wait until I drive them away before I go learn computers with you." Shitou didn't hear her question at all. He wanted to leave in a hurry, but was blocked by Song Ye and couldn't get out, so he had to explain to her, "These gangsters are basically Vampires, come here to collect protection money for three days or two, the pork stall is my father’s entire property, I can’t let them destroy it.”
After talking for a long time, he still didn't get to the point. Song Ye simply followed him back to the main street without asking.
From a distance, a few people saw a group of people gathered around the pork stall, cursing and shouting. Other nearby stalls had long since avoided it, and the busy street suddenly became much quieter.
"Uncle Gao Zi." Shitou didn't pay attention to the steel pipe of the watermelon knife he was holding, and strode forward to help a middle-aged man up.
He was the one who called for someone just now, and later he ran over to help resist. Unfortunately, he was weak and was beaten badly.
Dad Shitou could resist for a while with the pork knife. When he turned around and saw his son coming, he immediately yelled: "Little bastard, who told you to come here? Run!"
"Hehe, it's too late." Several gangsters turned around and immediately gathered around the stone. Seeing that he was holding an iron basin, they immediately laughed and said, "Old man, they say your son is stupid and stupid. Sure enough, That's right, you still want to fight us with this crap, haha... "
Father Shitou was trapped and unable to do anything. Seeing his son also in trouble, he was so angry that he yelled, "What do you want, you beasts? I've already said it. I don't have money. If I have money, I will make up for it together." Come on, if you keep pushing me, will you kill me?"
"Bah, don't think I don't know. You left all the money for your son, who seems to be tinkering with some computer. I think he is also burning money. How about I help you deal with him, and you will know where the money is. "
As soon as the ruffian finished speaking, he raised his watermelon knife and aimed at the stone to chop it. After all, the people living here are poor people, and even if one or two policemen died, they wouldn't care. It's okay to use this kid to establish his authority today.
Thinking like this, he was even more merciless in his attacks. Shitou subconsciously raised his hand to block it.
Seeing that the knife was about to hit his arm, an extra hand appeared in mid-air and grabbed the opponent's wrist with a snap.
"Sorry, his hands are very useful. If I get hurt, I will be in trouble." A cold voice came from beside him. The ruffian shuddered and turned to look at the young man as if he had seen a ghost. He didn't know when. appeared.
Then, a click was heard, and the ruffian covered his wrist, screaming and retreating.
Seeing that their companion was injured, the few people behind quickly surrounded Song Ye. They also saw that she was not dressed like an ordinary person, so they shouted: "Boy, who are you? Why do you want to meddle in this family's business? Who are you?" Everyone knows that even the Yan Gang can’t control here, so you’d better not force yourself to come forward.”
"Oh?" Song Ye raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect to be able to collect such information. After pondering for a while, she raised her finger and pointed at the young man on the ground, "He is the person I hired. If you want to touch him, you must get past me first." This level.”
After speaking, she knocked on the iron basin in Shi Shi's hand and said, "Give me this."
Shitou was stunned. He never thought that the young man in front of him would really stand up for him, so he immediately hesitated, "They have knives, it's useless to ask for this..."
Song Ye, however, carried the iron basin by himself, weighed it in his hand, and said calmly: "Just use it."
"Hmph, you brat, if I give you a way to live, don't leave. Brothers, come on, let him have a taste of our power." Seeing that Song Ye was determined to protect Shitou and his son, the gangsters stopped talking nonsense.
With an order, more than a dozen people raised their watermelon knives and slashed at Song Ye in unison.
Only the weird sound of tinkling bells was heard. The slender figure in the crowd dodged very nimbly, using the iron basin in his hand to block the attacks of more than a dozen watermelon knives. Occasionally, he could use the iron basin to attack when there was a gap. Knock your opponent on the head.
Bang bang bang, the gangsters were hit one after another. By the time they realized what they were doing, they were already covered in bruises.
Yun Hua watched from behind and couldn't help but find it funny. This was probably the first time she saw Song Ye fight so down to earth. Thinking like this, she also picked up a long spoon from the stall and joined the fight with brisk steps. .
Shitou hugged Uncle Gao Zi and sat aside, staring blankly at the two people in the crowd holding ladles and iron basins. Although Yunhua and Song Ye both looked thin and thin, they were handsome when they fought. It makes people unable to take their eyes away.
Bang, bang, clang, clang, clang, clang, the sound of the ladle and the iron basin hitting people was like a cook cooking in a restaurant. Although it was a bit hard to use, it felt very comfortable. In the end, a dozen or so gangsters were smashed. He was so dizzy that he fell to the ground and couldn't recover for a long time. The iron basin in Song Ye's hand was also uneven.
She threw away the things in her hands and walked condescendingly to the gangster. Looking at the dim light bulb above her head and the muddy streets, she suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu from the old Hong Kong movie Young and Dangerous. She blurted out a classic line, "This family I'm the one covering them. If you dare to cause trouble to them again, I'll beat them every time I see them."
"Yes, yes, we don't dare to do it anymore, we don't dare to do it anymore." The gangsters covered their heads and ran away with their tails between their legs.