A rough voice sounded, and Tang Ran squinted his eyes, almost instantly remembering who this Xiong Yuren was.
The Tang family had cooperated with this Xiong Yuren before, but within a year, Tang's father discovered that this man was two-faced and could not be trusted, so he slowly cut off all contact. He did not expect that he would show up at this time. I guess I came here to play the emotional card and get supplies, but with so many people...
Tang Ran sneered silently, then turned around to look at Tang's father, took the knife, and silently took a step back.
Tang's father was considered a human spirit, and he immediately guessed Xiong Yuren's purpose. Remembering that Zhou Xiaoya said that there were many people on the other side, he cleared his throat and pretended to be surprised: "Old Xiong, what do you want from me?"
Hearing Tang's father's answer, Xiong Yuren's voice was obviously filled with joy: "Old Tang, it's you indeed! We haven't seen each other for a long time. Please open the door and we can go in and sit and chat."
"Oh, it's not that I don't want to open the door, it's that I lost the key, and there's nothing I can do about it!" Father Tang said awkwardly, as if he was really sad that he couldn't open the door.
Seeing his father's outstanding acting skills, Tang Ran silently gave a thumbs up in his heart, and then silently thought about countermeasures in his heart. It was not an option to keep the door open, not to mention that the door was full of holes from being hit last time, so it wouldn't be able to block it for long.
As his thoughts were swirling, Tang Ran said, "Uncle Xiong, this door really can't be opened. You came to us just to reminisce about the past, so we can just sit down and have a good chat."
Reminiscing about old times, Xiong Yuren scolded Tang Ran in his heart outside the door. I came out to you to reminisce about old times on such a cold day. Am I crazy or are you crazy?
After some chatting with the people next to him, Xiong Yuren forced a smile and said with a bit of sadness in his voice: "It's Xiaoran, right? To be honest, Uncle Xiong and I are in trouble, and I want you to help me."
"Ah? What's the problem? Is it because the business can't turn around? Dad, how much money do we still have, can we lend it to Uncle Xiong?"
Listening to Tang Ran's words, Xiong Yuren was so angry that his fingers couldn't help but tremble. Of course, it might also be because of the cold. This is pretending to be confused and teasing him.
After thinking about it, Xiong Yuren's tone became more polite: "Don't play tricks on me here. Give me your supplies quickly, otherwise there are so many of us and we will smash your door and make you unable to eat." Walk around!"
"Oh, it turns out I just want to order something to eat. Uncle Xiong, you should have told me earlier!" Tang Ran had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold.
"No? I'll go in and take a look..." Xiong Yuren said halfway through the line and instantly realized what it meant.
Tang Ran didn't wait for his reaction and said directly: "Uncle Xiong, this door is broken. I'll throw the supplies down the stairs for you. Don't worry it won't break. Go pick it up quickly. If it's too late, I'll throw it down for you. It was picked up by someone else.”
After saying that, Tang Ran took a few people directly back to the room and ignored the movement outside the door.
After packing some of the garbage and unused clothes and throwing them out of the window, Tang Ran said in a funny voice, "In half an hour, let's take a good rest and get ready."
"Pfft~" Zhou Xiaoya and Tang Jing, who had witnessed the whole process, laughed out loud. Father Tang and Mother Tang also couldn't help laughing.
Zhou Xiaoya stepped forward and hugged Tang Ran's arm, saying with a smile: "I thought I really wanted to spend money to eliminate the disaster! Sister Tang Ran, you must have suffered too much."
Tang Jing seemed to have thought of something and sighed. It was not easy for him to grow up so big. Then he went back to his room to prepare equipment.
Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye. Tang Jing and Tang's father stood in front of the fire door fully armed, waiting for the arrival of their prey.
Hearing the subtle sound coming from the headphones, the father and son looked at each other and smiled.
"Bang -" a huge sound of kicking the door sounded, followed by the angry voice of someone outside the house: "Fuck you, you lied to me with garbage, right? Break the door to make me feel better, and throw you out to feed the monsters!"
Curses rang out one after another, banging on the door was heard, and soon the weak fire door began to shake.
The two tightened the hilts of their knives and exhaled softly.
Tang's father felt a little sad in his heart. He had never thought that there would be a moment in his life when the tip of a knife was pointed at the people, but he wanted to protect his wife, children and children.
With the loud noise of the fire door falling to the ground and the roar of laughter from everyone outside, Father Tang muttered an apology silently and decisively waved his knife forward.
"Ah -" A man screamed and fell to the ground. Seeing the blood gradually staining the ground red, the group of people belatedly saw the blood spattered on the wall.
"Killing! Killing!" Everyone shouted in panic, watching the father and son holding knives in their hands with evil faces on their faces, pushing and trying to retreat.
"Quiet!" Someone roared angrily, and the noisy crowd fell silent instantly.
"There are only two of them, and there is a room full of supplies behind them! Think about your parents, wives and children, can they survive these days?" A voice sounded with endless confusion, "There are so many of them. Materials, but are unwilling to share them and just watch us die, are you willing to do so? Kneel down and beg to see if he is willing to share it with you?"
A few words made the eyes of everyone present red. They didn't want to die. They just needed to give us some supplies to save our lives. Why not? Why!
One of the burly men roared angrily, stepped forward with a steel rod, and started fighting with Tang's father.
"I'm sorry! There's nothing I can do!" The man said as he hit Tang's father with a steel rod.
Tang's father silently accepted the attack, his mouth was slightly numb. This was a not weak opponent.
Following the man's move, the people present rushed towards Tang Jing's father, Tang Jing, one after another. They all had red eyes and repeatedly shouted to give them supplies.
Tang's father was one against six, and gradually began to struggle. He received several blows on his abdomen and back.
It was even more difficult for Tang Jing. After cutting down several people, he was dragged by one person, making it difficult to move.
The sharp knife cut through Tang Jing's clothes, and sporadic blood stains were revealed. The severe pain in his waist made Tang Jing's head congested with blood, and he instantly became crazy.
"Ah!——" Someone not far away screamed and fell to the ground.
Tang Jing vaguely looked at the familiar figure in the crowd, a silly smile appeared on his face, and there was also a trace of pity in his eyes when he looked at this group of people.
