"Have you found those two pretty boys?"
"Boss, there's none here."
“Neither here.”
"There's none in the East Quarter either..."
As the news from his younger brothers came back one by one, the leading strong man's face became more and more livid, and in the end he could only beat the mud wall in anger to vent his anger. He spat a thick and thick scarlet saliva at the base of the wall and said viciously: "Retreat, I'll catch you next time!"
The younger brother also echoed and flattered: "That's right, Xiaocheng is our brothers' territory, they will definitely not be able to escape!"
The sturdy man in the lead looked relieved. He said, "Brothers, you have worked hard on this trip. Let me treat you all to a drink today."
When the other gangsters heard the good news, they were delighted.
Business is not going well for the merchants, and the hooligans who make a living by exploiting the merchants are not doing well either. They can hardly collect the "stall tax". In the past, they could have some snacks to go with their wine, but now their mouths are empty. How can you not be happy when someone treats you to a meal
Speaking of wine, a clever person brought over two familiar round-bellied wine jars, which were exactly the wine that Shen Tang had placed on his stall not long ago.
The leading sturdy man: "Not all of them are smashed?"
The younger brother cleverly said, "No, I took advantage of the chaos and grabbed two jars."
Even if it was the inferior rice wine sold on the street, it was not drinkable if you wanted to, and it would be a pity to smash it all. He wanted to take advantage, so he secretly took two jars before the stall was opened. Now he took them out, of course, to please the boss, to show more face, and leave a deep impression.
In the future, if there are any benefits or good jobs, maybe it will be his turn. It is not a dream for him to become the second henchman under the boss.
This group of hooligans went to their usual tavern together. Wherever they passed, vendors gave way for fear of being targeted by them and asked to pay "stall tax."
The tavern owner saw them from a distance.
Inwardly, he cursed his bad luck. These hooligans who drank alcohol seven out of ten times came again. But since his business depended on their protection, he had to put on a happy and flattering smile to greet them. He pinched his throat and said, "What wind brought you here?"
The sturdy man sat down and waved his hand: "No need to talk nonsense, serve our brothers good wine and good food, I will pay for it today."
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he heard this.
As the number of times these hooligans came to drink increased, he also figured out a pattern - other hooligans liked to buy on credit, which turned into bad debts, and they didn't pay often, but when their leader came over and said "please", they would definitely pay. When paying, they liked to slam the table one coin at a time and shout "pay" at the top of their voices, with a loud voice that guaranteed that everyone in the bar could hear it.
The shopkeeper said, "Okay, I'll serve the wine right away."
The so-called "good wine" is actually a rice wine with a very low alcohol content and a slightly sour taste. The liquid is turbid, slightly astringent at first, with a sweet and sour taste, but slightly bitter at the end. People with better conditions will not like to drink this kind of wine.
The strong man took a sip and found it bland.
At this moment, I remembered the wine they had overturned the stall and smashed.
The aroma of the wine was rich and overbearing, and he felt tipsy just by smelling it, so he opened the red cloth cork of one of the jars and took a sip.
“Good wine!”
Bang-
Almost at the same time as he clapped his hands in praise, a familiar face flew backwards into the tavern from outside, rolled on the ground for several times, and stopped after hitting the corner of the table. The gangsters heard the noise and looked towards the door in shock. They saw a thin boy standing at the door, accompanied by another boy in black. The former was still dragging with a sword in his right hand, and his left hand was slightly raised, and he was about to retract his kick.
It was obvious that the one who kicked the man was the young man with the sword.
Seeing this, a thug suddenly stood up and pointed at Shen Tang and said, "This guy is a good womanizer! Boss, it's definitely them!"
“Puff—”
Zhai Le who was accompanying him almost burst out laughing.
"Well, you still dare to come and seek death!"
The sturdy man grabbed a ceramic bowl with his right hand and smashed it on the table, then stood up with the broken pieces. The other hooligans followed suit, and the atmosphere in the tavern became tense. There were only a few normal customers, and they hid in the corners, fearing that they would be affected.
Upon seeing this, the tavern owner hurried out to smooth things over.
If you want to fight, fight outside, not in his tavern!
But before he could open his mouth, a silver ingot of sufficient size was thrown at him. It was thrown by the young man in black. Zhai Le said, "Go down. If you get hurt by mistake, don't blame me for not reminding you."
"Yes, yes, I'll leave right away!"
The shopkeeper was also a smart man. He ran out of the tavern with the silver ingots in his arms.
How much do the tables, chairs and drinks in the tavern cost? Even if you smash them all, the silver ingots as big as your fist will be enough to compensate you. The most important thing is that people who throw money at the slightest disagreement are definitely from a wealthy family and should not be provoked. You should stop when you are ahead and don't spoil their mood.
The burly man in the lead spat with disdain.
"Just the two of you?"
Zhai Le said: "To be precise, it's Brother Shen."
"Yes, I will send you to be reborn as human beings. I alone will be enough." Shen Tang pointed his sword at them and said calmly, "Are you going to line up one by one, or will you die together hand in hand?"
The gang thought they were listening to a hilarious joke.
One against a group of them
Do you still want to send them to be reborn as human beings
The leader laughed out of anger: "You are so young and yet you are trying to act like a ranger! Fine! Since you want to die, I will help you! Go ahead, beat them both to death! If you can't kill them, I will kill you!"
Zhai Le, who was watching the show with his arms folded across his chest, said: "???"
He dodged the thugs rushing towards him and shouted, "Why? Brother Shen wanted to pick on all of you, why are you hitting me?"
Before he could finish complaining, the long sword in Shen Tang's hand sank into the wooden pillar beside him with a thud, almost brushing his nose. He was so scared that he leaned back and did a backflip. The thug chasing Zhai Le almost failed to brake, and the sword tip was only half a finger away from his neck.
Shen Tang hooked his finger expressionlessly.
The long sword obediently returned to her palm, just in time to split the wooden table, stool and stick that were coming towards her. The thugs took advantage of the situation and brought a wine jar from behind the counter as a weapon, smashing it at Shen Tang. Zhai Le shouted: "You have no martial ethics!"
After saying that, he picked up a wine jar and threw it out.
With a bang.
The two wine jars collided in mid-air and broke into pieces, spilling the turbid wine all over the ground. Zhai Le picked up the largest piece of pottery and threw it out.
Relying on brute force, kicking and punching.
The fighting style is as disorganized as these thugs.
Shen Tang: “…”
While fighting, he also "instructed" Shen Tang: "Brother Shen, the way you hold the sword to fight is wrong. When dealing with this kind of thugs, you should punch them to the flesh, flesh to flesh, fist to fist, that's what a real man does."
As he said this, he suddenly ducked down, catching the two thugs in front and behind who were preparing to attack him off guard, and they ended up beating up each other.
He then rolled to the side and swept his long legs across.
He jumped onto one of them and punched him hard with his huge fist.
Shen Tang: “…”
She put away her sword.
A fist hits one person's nose.
There was a crackling sound of banging things in the tavern.
The noise alarmed half the street.
The wine jars were broken one after another, and the shopkeeper sometimes frowned in pain, and sometimes covered his heart and wailed - the cruel reality was so cold, only the big ingot in his arms could give him some warmth.
Not only did the neighbors passing by couldn't help but stamp their feet and stretch their necks to watch the excitement, but even the people on the remaining half of the street and the next street, after hearing that this group of thugs were being taught a lesson, also ran over to see the excitement.
With the noise of demolition, the thugs were kicked out one by one, and the people applauded. The brave ones kept getting closer, hoping to get a close look at the true face of the chivalrous ranger.