Chapter 401

Jiang Wuchen was stunned and understood in his heart. I'm afraid he was favored by some Jianghu forces, or the old store offended these Jianghu forces. In short, there was a contradiction and he was going to be smashed.

This kind of dog blood plot, which often occurs in novels, is not uncommon in reality.

Let alone in Haichuan, even in Qizhou, this kind of thing often happens.

In those days, Jiang Wuchen often did such a shameful thing. In Qizhou, once he ate fried chicken at a large stall. It tasted good. Unfortunately, he ate a fly at the end.

In hot summer, it's not rare to eat flies in such a large stall. The boss didn't dare to offend Jiang Wuchen at will when he saw that Jiang Wuchen's identity was good, so he gave him a free order.

Jiang Wuchen doesn't follow, and he makes trouble with this man every once in a while.

The man was so miserable that he closed the hotel and went elsewhere to start over.

In less than three days, he was smashed by someone Jiang Wuchen found. The boss couldn't operate. Finally, he was forced into cerebral congestion and was admitted to the hospital. Half a month later, he died.

Jiang Wuchen never thought he would kill people. His purpose is not to punish the boss, but just to have fun.

He often did this kind of thing and never killed anyone. This time he forced people to death. Deep in his heart, he suddenly felt a touch of panic and uneasiness.

Therefore, Jiang Wuchen was not surprised to hear Lausanne say that a society called locomotive party was coming here to find trouble.

He didn't think there was anything to be afraid of, the locomotive party... As soon as he heard the vulgar name, it must be a dog meat that can't be on the table.

Moreover, when he heard about the locomotive party, Tu Hongao was the first person in his mind. After school that day, at the school gate, he saw many young people riding heavy locomotives.

Because of the death of people in Qizhou, Jiang Wuchen has been bitter in his heart. At first, he didn't feel how. Later, he looked back and felt that he had done wrong.

However, he is not a good apologist. If he is wrong, he will be wrong. I'm sorry. In addition to making himself feel sorry, it won't be of any substantive benefit to the other party.

Therefore, Jiang Wuchen took out some money to quietly fund the dead boss's family, which can also make up for his regret.

Having experienced similar things, Jiang Wuchen can feel the urgency of the wind and rain coming all over the building. For Lausanne and others, this is a disaster.

"What is the way of the locomotive party?" Jiang Wuchen asked casually.

Lausanne's face was worried, "that's a group of bandits, robbers! They do all kinds of evil."

Jiang Wuchen nodded and heard this word from Lausanne. For Lausanne and others, the people who came to smash their things were not bandits and robbers.

"My roast kidney is not ready yet. Go ahead and put more pepper."

"All right." Lausanne reluctantly turned and left.

Matsushima Jixiang looks at Jiang Wuchen. She is very afraid. There are many societies in Dongyi. These societies make conflicts or fight. For ordinary people, sometimes it is a disaster.

"Shall we go?" Matsushima Jixiang asked.

Jiang Wuchen shook his head. "I haven't eaten my big dish of chicken yet. What a pity to go now? If... There is really a contradiction in this old street, I believe... It won't affect us."

"Are you so sure?"

"Even if it involves me, what are you afraid of?"

Matsushima Jixiang suddenly remembered what happened when Jiang Wuchen took her to Repulse Bay in his mind. He was immediately relieved that those dozens of people were not his opponents alone, and these associations should not be either.

"Sheep's kidneys have a lot of heavy metals and high fat. It's not good to eat too much," Matsushima said with a red face.

"Have you experienced it?" Jiang Wuchen joked.

Matsushima Jixiang blushed even more and bowed his head.

"This kebab is good. Don't you try it?"

"Mutton has too much fat. It is not dry, heavy physical strength and not easy to metabolize."

"You can do some heavy work at night." Jiang Wuchen laughed and joked. Seeing that Matsushima Jixiang was red and silent, he said with a smile: "you can only taste the taste. I didn't let you eat too much. It's not enough for me to eat alone."

"Here comes the big plate of chicken!" the back chef hot atti came with a huge soup plate and put it on the table.

Fried chicken has bright color, thick soup and spicy taste.

Jiang Wuchen added a piece of chicken, "try it."

Matsushima Jixiang took a sip gently. "I'm afraid this chicken is not an ordinary chicken."

Re atti said with a smile, "I've seen it before, girl. This is the high legged chicken I raised in Haichuan, which is the so-called Chai chicken. This chicken has less fat and tight meat. I've fried in Haichuan for 20 years, relying on good raw materials."

Jiang Wuchen's mouth was full, then spit out chicken bones, took milk tea and poured it, "it's really authentic. Ask a person, do you know harahan?"

Hot atti was stunned and immediately looked at Jiang Wuchen, "which harakhan?"

"Ha ha, like you, he also makes fried chicken. Three years ago, in the night market street of Qizhou, his big dish of chicken was second to none."

"Ha ha, that's my big brother," said re atti with a smile.

Jiang Wuchen nodded, "learn from the same source. From the color and taste of fried chicken, you can see that you are a family."

"You are so powerful that you can taste it!" reatti picked up his thumb and immediately sighed, "unfortunately, my brother is dead."

Jiang Wuchen was stunned, "how did you die?"

"Also three years ago, a disaster happened in Qizhou! My eldest brother's stall was smashed, and he worked hard with others. Finally, his spleen was punctured, bleeding and not saved." re atti said, took out a wrinkled cigarette from his pocket and lit it. His face was lonely, and his white temples looked bleak.

Jiang Wuchen's fingers trembled slightly and his eyes were thoughtful.

In the distance, dazzling lights shine in through transparent glass, followed by the sound of rumbling heavy locomotives and some harsh heavy metal rock music from tweeters.

Re atti frowned and took a deep breath, "they're coming."

At the door, Lausanne ran in with two greasy roasted kidneys in his hand. "Your roasted kidneys put a lot of spicy." then he said, "Uncle re atti, they're coming."

Bang!

The glass door was suddenly smashed by a brick flying from outside, and the broken glass residue splashed all over the ground.

The crowd turned to look.

The aluminum alloy door frame was kicked open, and several men came in. The first one had a bald head and thin eyebrows. It looked like a dead "bad guy professional" teacher Ji Chunhua.

Behind him, more than a dozen men and women followed in and immediately filled the free space of the hotel.

Alimu, several young people in Lausanne ran over and stood nervously beside geati.

The young girl wrapped in a headscarf in the kitchen came over with an old man. They looked dignified. The old man seemed to be praying to Allah.