003. Even if the fight is unfair
"Fuck, you're still looking at me, look at your motherfucker, you old man, didn't you hear me talking to you? If you want to set up a stall, you have to pay!" Huang Mao kicked him casually and put the old man's stall on the ground. The things were kicked and messed up.
"Young man, I have no enmity with you. I sell my things and you go your own way. We don't interfere with each other. Why do you still want to cause trouble for me?" The old man sighed and said.
"Damn it, you thought you were Kong Yiji after just a few sentences in classical Chinese?" A young man with a long hair next to him got impatient. He went up and lifted the old man's stall and cursed: "If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink as a penalty. Look,你一把老骨头了就不揍你了，免得别人说我们不尊老爱幼，给你一个机会，跪下给我磕个头叫声亮哥，老子就免了你的保护费，否则以后别Let me see you again!"
"People's hearts are not ancient!" The old man shook his head as he collected the things scattered on the ground.
"What a fool!" Yang Ming became furious when he saw the old man being bullied. An old man who makes a living by running a street vendor is already worthy of sympathy, but these two guys actually want to collect protection fees from others!
Yang Ming jumped off his bicycle and rushed to the old man's side, glaring at the two of them.
"Huh? Isn't this Brother Yang?" The young man with long hair was stunned when he saw Yang Ming, and then recognized him.
"Since you know me, why don't you get out!" Seeing that they knew him, Yang Ming felt that he could solve the problem without doing anything himself. After all, Yang Ming's name was well-known back then. Who doesn't know that "Crazy Yang" was a man who was willing to kill himself in fights back then? In fact, at that time, Yang Ming just vented all his depression and longing for Su Ya on his opponent. But over time, Yang Ming's name also came out. It wasn't until he entered high school that Yang Ming matured and realized that adults would be held criminally responsible if they beat someone up, so he rarely started fighting with others.
"Hey, when I call you Brother Yang, do you really think you are a brother? I give you face and respect you as a senior. If I don't give you face, you are nothing! Your era has passed, and now I, Zhang Yuliang, have the final say. !" The eldest young man spat a mouthful of phlegm in front of Yang Ming and said disdainfully: "mlgbd, this is none of your business, go wherever you need to!"
Yang Ming was so angry that his face was livid. He had heard of this Zhang Yuliang. He was also a junior high school student in their school, but he was only two years younger than him. The kid who followed his son and called him Brother Yang actually dared to do it in front of him. Yelling!
"You didn't hear Brother Liang when he spoke to you. You're deaf and you still don't accept it? Are you looking for a beating?" Seeing that Yang Ming didn't respond, Huang Mao stepped forward and pushed Yang Ming.
"I haven't been a big brother for many years..." Zhang Yuliang also saw that Yang Ming was angry, but in his opinion, Yang Ming was just a has-been big brother and had nothing to be afraid of, so he sang "Big Brother" at the top of his voice. There was unspeakable sarcasm in his tone.
Yang Ming stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Yuliang's throat, grabbed his neck and pushed him to the corner. He sneered: "You are right. I am nothing now, but I can still crush you. Do you believe it?"
"Cough... cough..., I'm going to fuck your mother, let me go!" Zhang Yuliang was so stuck that he couldn't breathe.
When Huang Mao saw Zhang Yuliang was arrested, he picked up a brick and threw it at Yang Ming. Yang Ming heard the whistling wind behind him, and quickly let go of Zhang Yuliang and turned to the side. Unfortunately, Huang Mao was too close to him, and he was too careless just now. As a result, Huang Mao slapped Yang Ming on the waist. Hearing a "crack" sound, the brick broke into two halves.
Huang Mao was stunned. Has this guy ever practiced hard qigong? He actually broke the brick with his waist
Yang Ming, on the other hand, was angry. This Huang Mao was so cruel. If this brick hit him on the back of the head, he might be reborn immediately to pursue beauty.
(I recommend Lao Yu’s complete rebirth novel "Rebirth Chasing Beauty" ISBN: 86766. If you want to see pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, go and enjoy it!)
Yang Ming was really angry this time, and he was merciless in his attacks. He stepped up and kicked the man who sneaked up on him, Kicked him backwards, and then kicked him hard twice in the stomach. Huang Mao almost rolled his eyes, his stomach churned, and he vomited out all the lunch he had eaten.
Zhang Yuliang's situation was even more serious. Yang Ming saw that he was the mastermind and had even "greeted" his mother, so he punched Zhang Yuliang without mercy and broke the bridge of his nose, and then cut his hands back. After pushing hard, Zhang Yuliang's two arms were dislocated on the spot. The pain was so painful that he passed out without even screaming.
Yang Ming calmed down his anger, then remembered that there was an old man beside him, so he turned around and said: "Old man, don't set up a stall near here. There are many schools here and there are many gangsters in society. You go to the vegetable market. there!"
"Thank you, young man!" the old man said, looking at Yang Ming with a smile.
Yang Ming was so embarrassed by him that he couldn't help but said inexplicably: "Old man, what do you want me to do?"
"Is it possible that this young man is a lay disciple of the Shaolin Temple? Otherwise, how could he have the skills of a golden bell covering an iron cloth shirt?" said the old man.
"Golden bell? Iron cloth shirt? Old man, have you read too many martial arts novels?" Yang Ming was asked inexplicably.
"Haha, young man, I also know that there are many extraordinary masters in this world, but don't hide it from me. If you don't have that hard Qigong, how can you break the brick head with your waist?" The old man knew it well. look.
"Ah!" Yang Ming then remembered Brick's problem, exclaimed and quickly reached into the side pocket of his coat and took out a glasses case. The glasses case was cracked, obviously hit by yellow hair.
"..." The old man was speechless for a while.
"My glasses!" Yang Ming screamed when he saw the crumbled glasses in the glasses case. Yang Ming usually doesn't wear glasses. Because he sits at the back of the school and can't see the blackboard clearly, Yang's father paid for him to get a pair of glasses. Yang Ming put on his glasses this morning to make it easier to aim while playing billiards. When he went home for lunch at noon, he put them in his pocket. He didn't expect to die heroically so soon.
"Young man, don't be sad..." The old man felt a little ashamed when he saw that Yang Ming broke his glasses because of him.
"Can you not be sad? It's more than a hundred yuan!" Yang Ming said distressedly. It's not that Yang Ming cares too much about money, it's because his father's salary is not high, and he has to frugally spend several days to buy himself glasses.
"..." The old man sighed and said, "Forget it, young man, I'll just give you a pair of glasses as compensation. Don't feel bad."