Chapter 402

Jiang Wuchen is familiar with the bald man. He seems to be a horse boy of Liu in the past, called brother thick eyebrow. He has no eyebrows. His thick eyebrows are ironic.

He came forward with cold eyes, looked at Jiang Wuchen, and immediately looked at Matsushima Jixiang. Especially when he saw Matsushima Jixiang, his face was surprised. He didn't seem to expect such a beautiful woman here.

However, the bald head quickly turned his attention to geati and looked at the nervous Lausanne and others. He smiled. He saw too many nervous expressions, but for those who saw him, this expression was standard, "what do you think?"

The voice of thick eyebrows is a little rough and hoarse, full of the smell of heavy metals, tobacco and wine. Just listen to this sentence, you can know that this is a man from the Jianghu.

Kurban whispered, "we won't go!! you broke the glass of the hotel. We've... Called the police."

"Call the police? Ha ha." thick eyebrows laughed, reached out and grabbed a roast kidney on the table and ate it.

Jiang Wuchen frowned. He was extremely repelled by the behavior of taking other people's things without others' permission.

"Old Wei Zi, you've considered it clearly." thick eyebrows chewed hard, and the masseter muscles on their cheeks were very obvious as they chewed.

"He's paralyzed. If the alarm is useful, what are we doing here? Ah! You're fools," said a thick lipped man behind thick eyebrows. The man's lips are not generally thick, like two sausages or black.

"Hey, what you eat is my roast kidney?" Jiang Wuchen said faintly.

"Paralyzed, who said it was yours?" the man with thick lips stared at Jiang Wuchen and shouted. He hoped to scare Jiang Wuchen away with his cold eyes. At least, in society, 90% of people will be afraid to see his cold eyes.

But Jiang Wuchen's indifferent expression didn't fluctuate at all, and he didn't even look at the eyes with thick lips at all.

Thick lips have some regrets in their hearts. If they see him, they will be afraid.

"The things on the table are mine," said Jiang Wuchen.

"Paralyzed, I said this restaurant is mine. If you eat here, your people are mine." thick lips said arrogantly.

"Donkey's beak!" cried thick eyebrow.

The man was silent.

Thick eyebrow suddenly opened his mouth, mixed the chewed meat with disgusting saliva on the table, "give it back to you."

"Ah!" Matsushima Jixiang exclaimed with disgust on his face.

Jiang Wuchen's expression became indifferent.

"Don't be wild here. Be kind... Talk in the back!" geati interrupted in time, then looked at Jiang Wuchen and said, "I'm sorry. I'll ask someone to change you a new one later. In addition, this meal... Is mine."

Bang.

Suddenly, a huge sound of broken glass came from the outside, followed by the scolding between the fat man in the tin house and the little gangster outside.

Jiang Wuchen turned to look out, and Matsushima Jixiang stood up, "Oh, my car!" and ran outside.

Jiang Wuchen, re atti and thick eyebrow all followed.

There were more than a dozen heavy locomotives parked outside, some of which were parked next to Matsushima Jixiang's Toyota. As a result, a young man might be unhappy with the car. He picked up a baseball bat and smashed the windshield.

The fat man in the tin house took Jiang Wuchen's half bag of Yellow Crane Tower and shouldered the responsibility of watching the car. He immediately yelled and scolded with the little gangster. In the shampoo room opposite, Ah Mei and Xiao Hong came out to comfort. In the shampoo shop next to the shampoo room, the skinny old barber also came out to watch.

Shuangfang was scolding brilliantly. The fat man pointed to a young man with yellow hair. "You're paralyzed. Do you have any education? Smash the car when you come up. You're crazy."

"Dead old fat, you dare to scold. Believe it or not, I'll beat you into a cripple now!" Huang Mao's face is twisted, not ordinary arrogance.

"Oh, you're so powerful. Your big brother's thick eyebrows are coming, and he doesn't dare to say such arrogant words. If you come up and smash the car without saying a word, it's not enough to say a word about you?" Ah Mui said crossly.

Xiao Hong smoked, looked up and sneered, "yes, carry a stick to scare who? Be your own great Xia?"

"Grass Mud Horse, how dare you two stinky chickens scold me? I beat you to death." Huang Mao shouted, and several young people around him reached out to stop him.

One of them said, "he is lovelorn today and has a little temper..."

"It's amazing to be lovelorn. Who did I complain about every day?" Ah Mui said: "it's not to clamp my tail. This is the Fengtian Ruizhi windshield. It's double-layer and pure import. One piece is at least 3000 yuan. You take out 2000."

"Paralyze you!" Huang Mao rushed over.

"Paralyzed, pins to women, kind of come at me!" said the fat man.

The skinny barber hurriedly said, "don't make a noise. Have something to say. Rhubarb, you grew up in the old street when you were a child. I pushed you bald. If you make a living, you won't recognize anyone?"

"Save it, uncle Jiu. This grandson is crazy now. Who can listen to him? He's just a horse. He's worthless all his life."

"Who the fuck are you? Come here and fight alone. I'll beat you one by one. You'll never die." Huang Mao pointed a baseball bat at the gang.

Matsushima Jixiang walked to the car. His face was very ugly. A hole was hit in the windshield of the driving position, and the glass debris splashed everywhere.

There was also a touch of displeasure on the thick eyebrow face.

When Huang Mao saw the boss coming out, he restrained a lot and looked at several people in front of him with vicious eyes, "you don't have to be arrogant. One sells pig offal, two chickens and one shaves his head. I came to burn your house in the middle of the night!!"

"Wow, did everyone hear that the grandson is going to burn our house? It's so scary," said the fat man.

"Rhubarb, shut up," said thick eyebrow discontentedly.

"Just in time, thick eyebrow, you're here. The car was smashed by yellow hair. What do you say?" said the fat man.

"Grass Mud Horse, cold!" Huang Mao suddenly rushed forward, raised his baseball bat and smashed it at the fat man.

Between the lightning and flint, the fat man did not retreat but moved forward. At the same time, his body swayed. The huge leather stock hit the yellow hair's abdomen and immediately knocked the yellow hair out.

"Dare to fight back, brothers!" several yellow haired friends rushed up.

"Stop it!" the thick eyebrow roared, and his cold eyes swept around. "Well, it's all here. Everyone listen to me. Everyone here, remember it's everyone! I have to move away from today. The old street is going to be developed. You scum have seriously hindered the development of Haichuan economy."

"Move your sister!" the fat man said coldly.

"Shit, if I wash my head here, it will hinder economic development? I also solve the desire of migrant workers and reduce crime. Why don't you say my contribution to maintaining good law and order?" Ah Mui smiled.