"Yang Cheng, did you prepare the money I asked you to prepare yesterday? My brothers are waiting to get the money to eat and drink. "Chen Feng said with a strange smile as he twirled the silver chain in his hand.
Old Li panicked and stood in front of Yang Cheng and shouted, "Chen Feng, don't go too far! Even if your father is the boss of this area, what right do you have to collect protection fees!? Boss Chen said that those who don't open a shop don't have to pay protection fees, do you think we don't know that!? "
Chen Feng's father, Chen Dehai, was one of the leaders of the underworld in the Western District, otherwise Chen Feng would not collect protection fees so unscrupulously. Hearing Old Li use his father to pressure him, Chen Feng's eyes flashed coldly, "Old thing, who do you think you are … Do you think I'm afraid of you just because you mention my father? That's my father, not your grandson! I collect protection fees because I think highly of you! Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! "
"You …" Old Li realized that he almost offended Boss Chen. After all, they were father and son, what did he count as? But he just couldn't swallow this anger. Just as he wanted to say a few words for Yang Cheng, he was pulled by Yang Cheng from behind.
Yang Chen frowned, and rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache. After pulling Old Li back, he indifferently said to Chen Feng, "You're called … … Chen Feng right? I'll call you Brother Feng. Don't look for trouble, I'm someone who hates trouble. But I don't have money today, I'll give it to you in a few days. You can go back first. "
"Hey!" One of the lackeys laughed, "Brother Feng, this kid thinks he's the boss!? We'll go back just because he tells us to? "
The other hooligans also laughed wildly, and even shouted, "Teach this kid a lesson."
Chen Feng also seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, but in his heart, he was really angry at Yang Cheng's words. He laughed evilly and said, "Yang Cheng … If you have the guts to say it again, believe it or not, I'll cut off your tongue …" At the end of the sentence, there was a hint of ruthlessness.
Yang Cheng's impatient expression suddenly became a little cold. He looked at Chen Feng with a complicated gaze and said, "Do you know what I hate the most?"
"What …"
Without waiting for Chen Feng to finish his question, Chen Feng suddenly felt his body flying through the air! Then, at the same time that he felt a twisting pain in his abdomen, his body slammed into a pile of garbage by the roadside with a "bang"! Vegetable leaves and fish scraps had corroded his body, and his clothes were soaked in the rancid water!
"I hate being threatened the most …"
With a casual push, Yang Cheng stood at Chen Feng's original position and retracted his outstretched palm.
Chen Feng was knocked senseless by the push and the impact. His mouth and nose were filled with the smell of fresh blood. At the same time, the rotting smell of the garbage entered his nostrils, causing him to retch instantly!
"Stinking brat, you dare hit our Brother Feng? Are you tired of living?!"
"Beat him to death!"
Before the hoodlums could understand the situation, they saw their boss being beaten up. Relying on their numbers, they didn't think too much about how Yang Cheng did it. They swarmed over like a swarm of bees.
Yang Cheng was also too lazy to look. No matter how they punched and kicked, he just caught them with his palm and dragged them to the roadside.
The hoodlums only felt that their hands or feet were clamped by a huge force. Their bodies were thrown into the air uncontrollably. Immediately after, they slammed into the hard concrete floor, crying out in pain.
Everyone saw that not even half of Yang Cheng's hair was hurt. They finally knew that they couldn't beat him. Even Chen Feng, who had just climbed out of the garbage, was sweating profusely! He had seen the methods of some retired special forces soldiers in his father's hands. Those people were all his father's trump cards. When they fought, they could easily fight against ten people. But even those few people didn't have such great strength and speed. In an instant, five or six people were thrown into the air as easily as throwing cats and dogs. Although these hoodlums didn't practice martial arts, they grew up fighting all day long. How could an average person beat them?
"Let's go!" Although Chen Feng was so angry that his teeth itched, he couldn't care less about his face. At this moment, when he saw Yang Chen's calm face, it was as if he had seen a ghost. He hurriedly called his lackeys and ran away.
Old Li and some of the onlookers saw Yang Cheng's skills and cheered. These hoodlums were used to being domineering. The hawkers all feared them. Today, Yang Cheng's actions naturally helped them vent their anger. However, these people didn't dare to get too close to Yang Cheng. After all, Chen Feng wasn't scary. But if Chen Feng's father, Chen Dehai, came to deal with Yang Cheng, they were worried that they would be implicated.
Old Li was extremely excited. "I say, Xiao Yang, I didn't expect you to be so skilled. Did you learn martial arts before?"
"En … I learned a little." Yang Cheng didn't want to say much. In fact, if it weren't for Chen Feng pushing him too far and offending him, he wouldn't have made a move in the downtown area. However, as he told Chen Feng, he had his own principles. He hated being threatened! Perhaps, this kind of quirk, no matter how much he wanted to live a low-key life, he couldn't erase it. Because, he had the dignity of a strong person!
Old Li saw that Yang Cheng didn't say much and didn't ask anymore. He started to worry and said: "Xiao Yang, now that you've beaten Chen Feng back, what will you do if he calls his father, Chen Dehai? You have to know that Chen Dehai is one of the two big gangs in the West District. He's an important figure in the West Union Society. No one dares to provoke him!"
West Union Society … Yang Cheng didn't care and smiled. He suddenly asked Old Li: "Do you have a cigarette?"
Old Li saw that Yang Cheng didn't care and could only worry. Hearing that Yang Cheng wanted a cigarette, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Kid, didn't you say you wanted to quit smoking?"
"Forget it, I'm not quitting. I'm not used to not having a cigarette after beating people up." Yang Cheng sighed in his heart. He didn't expect Chen Dehai to be a member of the West Union Society. Originally, he didn't want to have anything to do with these people. That's why he didn't want to have any contact with Qiangwei. But he didn't expect that he would be the first to stand on the front line.
Old Li took out a pack of 1.50 yuan orchids from his pocket and lit one for Yang Cheng. "People are poor, so they choose the cheapest. This cigarette is strong, so you can smoke it."
"Hiss …" Yang Cheng inhaled in extreme pleasure. He grinned and said: "That's right, I want it strong."
"Young people should smoke less. It's bad for your body." Old Li kindly advised with a smile.
Yang Cheng smiled faintly. In his heart, he thought: If smoking can harm my body, then all my years of training would have been wasted.
After the two of them rested, they started to busy themselves with their business. Yang Cheng also started to heat up the lamb skewers. He started to grill the raw ones over charcoal. He even had a skewer in his mouth. He treated it like he was eating breakfast. Although the entire work was dirty, he did it with relish. From time to time, he would grin at the surrounding peddlers.
But not long after, a police car drove over. Two policemen and a police officer wearing a white shirt jumped out. They walked in front of Yang Cheng with a serious expression.
The leading police officer asked coldly: "You are Yang Cheng?"