Chapter 421: Gangster

Brother Gong's loss of patience was something expected from Lao Diao's point of view. If he wanted to not show up, unless he had to shock the group of people so that they would not dare to show up, and then help Gao Leng honestly.
This requires skill, and more courage, to deal with people on the road, there are ways to deal with them.
Old man, understand this method.
The one called Diaomao, with a bunch of yellow hairs on his head, looks about thirty years old. He must be Brother Gong’s right-hand man. When he heard this, he immediately stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves while walking, and walked directly without saying anything. When he reached Lao Hang's side, he stretched out his hand, but a paw directly touched Gao Leng's head.
Snapped! There was a crisp sound.
Lao Hao opened his hand quickly, stood up abruptly, and then took a few steps forward and stared at him, without giving way.
Brother Gong's face went black. This is his place. There is still such a ticket here to watch. Did he hit the place and hit him on his head? ! He jerked the beer bottle on the coffee table.
When he saw it, he stretched out his and pointed at the old man: "When you come to worship the mountain and ask someone to do something, you must behave like asking someone to do something. You can either take money politely or get some blood! You two I'm a silly person, don't even learn the rules of the road?! My brother Gong's rules are not clear, so come here to play wild?!"
For a time, full of firepower.
A group of brothers behind him took a few steps forward, reaching out to their waists one after another, revealing the sharp daggers around their waists, all with the word "bow" engraved on them.
Brother Gong sneered, lowered his eyes and ignored them, leaving them alone.
"Please?" The old crane laughed.
The laughter was full of breath, echoing around the beam in the living room, making people hairy.
"Yes...laugh...laugh!" Diaomao was a little embarrassed with a smile, and his voice grew louder.
Sound can be courageous, but it cannot raise momentum.
Brother Gong's face changed. He looked at Lao Hang seriously, and saw that he had one hand in his pocket, while the other hand was hanging naturally, without trembling nervously or making a fist.
Brother Gong is a person who is good at observing the details. In the details, he only sees the old hanging indifferently. He is so calm on this hurdle. I think there are a few brushes, he thought.
"Okay, let's follow the rules of Brother Gong." After laughing, Lao Diao stretched out his hand, squeezed a fist towards Brother Gong, and then opened the bag behind him and fell down suddenly.
Pop, pop, a few noises.
Two hundred thousand yuan, a bundle of brand new RMB hit the coffee table and knocked down a few beer bottles, making it dazzling red.
Lao Diao stretched out his hand, took out a bundle, pulled the packaged note, and violently threw it on Diaomao. For a while, red tickets were flying all over the sky: "I don't know how much money is here. Do you want to verify the authenticity? Kid. "
There was a little devil, full of sarcasm, but only at the hair, not at Brother Gong.
Everyone looked at Lao Hang in astonishment, and opened his mouth slightly.
Unexpectedly.
Brother Gong's face changed more and more. He was sensitive to money. He was sensitive when he was a child. This team was at least 200,000 yuan. Besides, there was no need for inspection. He knew it was money when he smelled it.
The smell of money is the best smell in the world for him.
This was a big deal, and the money was revealed before the talks started. At least the person who came was indeed powerful, and he immediately dispelled the idea that Gao Leng was a spy.
No spies bring so much money to hit the market, people are not so stupid.
"Rules one, money, give you, what else rules? Oh, yes, blood." The old man stretched out his hand with a smile, took a beer bottle, and threw it into the air with a sudden force.
Just now, the old man took money and hit him. At this moment, he thought he was going to hit him with a beer bottle again, so he instinctively shrank his head in fright, hugged his head with his hands, and looked rattling.
However, he didn't expect the wine bottle to be thrown into the air, and then he slapped it back to Lao Hang's hand.
Brother Gong's face went dark, and it was already clear who was strong and who was weak. His subordinates and Gao Leng's subordinates were not at the same level.
Huh... Diaomao obviously didn't mind paying attention to the boss's upset, but secretly let out a sigh of relief, but unfortunately, the breath was still over.
Snapped! There was a muffled noise, followed by the sound of glass falling to the ground.
Brother Gong opened his mouth in surprise.
I saw the old Diaobian smiling, suddenly picked up the beer bottle and slammed it on his head. With a bang, the beer bottle broke to the ground.
Only half was left in Lao Hang's hands.
Blood and wine flowed from under the old hanging hat, but he was okay, but his eyes were not half cruel. It seemed that he was just playing with his hair, only his eyebrows were exposed and the eyes were smiling, and he stretched out his hand. Gentle breeze wiped away.
He turned his head and raised his eyebrows.
Here, he made a funny noise, then stretched out his finger to flick at the fur.
The blood bounced on Diaomao's face, all over his face.
Obviously it was an old man with a blood, but he wandered freely, but his face was full of horror and embarrassment.
...
The development was so sudden that everyone was stunned.
After all, Brother Gong had seen the big scene. Although he was surprised, Yu Guang looked at Gao Leng, but he saw Gao Leng tilting Erlang's legs, bowing his head and frowning and looking at his watch with dissatisfaction.
It seems to have delayed his time.
Just the courage of this little brother is hard to underestimate, so who is this person? Brother Gong's heart was a little lost, and he gave Gao Leng a vaguely.
"This..." Brother Gong couldn't sit still, with a smile on his face.
I have seen the money and blood, but I haven't figured out the origin of the high cold. It would be no good to really offend the Buddha. Brother Gong just spoke, but suddenly he said nothing.
The bandit in Lao Xiao's eyes made him a little bit afraid.
Lao Diao ignored Brother Gong at all, just took a few steps forward, glaring at her, pressing harder every step.
Diao Mao step back.
Until he retreated behind those few people behind.
"Little devil." Lao Diao stretched out his hand and pointed to his face. The blood on his face kept flowing down, and then pointed to the money on the coffee table. Then he put his hand on Diaomao's shoulder, patted it, and asked closer. Said: "Have Brother Gong obeyed the rules?"
Diaomao only looked at Lao Diao's eyes for less than a second, and quickly moved away.
The banditry in Lao Xiao's eyes made him frightened. He naturally lost his mind and looked at Brother Gong subconsciously, and saw that Brother Gong quickly nodded at him, so he hurriedly lost his smile: "This big brother, Shou... Guarded."
"Very good." The old crane laughed: "Very good."
Diao Mao hurriedly nodded his head and laughed. The little brother behind him also quickly covered the dagger around his waist with his clothes, and laughed together, but they all took a few steps back.
There was an indescribable threat from Old Hanging.
"Then let me talk about our rules." Lao Diao hooked Mao's shoulder with one hand.
what! ! ! ! !
There was a hoarse cry of pain, and he knelt down to the ground.
"Our rules are similar to yours, except that we don't need money or blood, but if our people see blood, then we're sorry, young man, you have to pay it back, and it's a hundred times more insidious." An extremely loud voice came.
what! ! ! ! !
The roar came again, and the hair fell to the ground without a sound.