With three hundred yuan in his trouser pocket, Gao Mingcheng walked to a hotel with a load on his back.
This hotel was introduced by the store owner, who asked him not to set up a stall to sell, but to go directly to the hotel to sell yellow muntjac.
Yellow muntjac is a good thing, but living yellow muntjac is even rarer. Some hotels are willing to spend a lot of money to buy them just for gimmicks.
Gao Mingcheng walked all the way to the hotel. In order to take a shortcut, he only had to walk through a small alley to reach another street.
They are a small county town, and there are not many decent hotels at the moment. They are all concentrated in the center of the county. They are mainly used to entertain business people in the county town and guests from out of town.
For example, the villagers in the village will not enter a hotel for a meal all year round.
Gao Mingcheng suddenly stopped.
He looked at the people who suddenly walked out of the alley in front of him. There were seven or eight people in total, all wearing bat shirts and bell-bottom pants. They were considered a group of people who kept up with the trend.
They stopped in front of Gao Mingcheng and looked at Gao Mingcheng with malicious smiles in their eyes.
"Brother, I'm unfamiliar! Which village are you from?" The leader was a very tall man. He had a shaved head and a scar between his eyebrows, so he looked very fierce.
In contrast, Gao Mingcheng has a calm temperament, upright facial features, and looks like an honest and simple person.
Gao Mingcheng looked at the other person without speaking, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes. He looked at the other person's pocket, hoping that there would be more money in the pocket.
He put down his burden and strode forward.
The group of people had a bad premonition, and immediately gathered together, forming a momentum, and shouted loudly: "You keep the money and Huangmen, and we will spare you!"
The corners of Gao Mingcheng's lips curled up and he was already punching.
He is impatient to argue with others. When this happened in his previous life, he would show off his momentum and scold them, and he could not lose even if he lost.
But when he came back, his martial arts far exceeded those in his previous life, and he was impatient to scold or reason with others.
Just do it!
Three seconds later, there was a scream. A minute later, someone was kicked to the ground. Three minutes later, everyone fell to the ground with bruises and swollen faces.
Gao Mingcheng put his foot on the bald man's chest and looked down at him sideways. He didn't speak, but his eyes seemed to say: "Do you accept it or not?"
The bald man felt aggrieved and could only glare at Gao Mingcheng with angry eyes.
How could Gao Mingcheng care about his eyes? After making sure to knock everyone down, he started to harvest the spoils.
Suddenly, he kicked up quickly, and when he landed, he accurately kicked a person's wrist. As the wrist hurt, the knife in the person's hand flew out and fell to the ground.
It was a sharp knife, and once it was stabbed, it would bleed.
"Ah!" The man screamed, curled up, and held the kicked wrist tightly with his other hand. He felt that the wrist was in great pain, as if the bones inside were broken.
"Brother Guang...ah, it hurts!" The man screamed and asked the bald man for help.
But the bald man was also severely beaten. Seeing Gao Mingcheng strike so hard at this moment, he felt a sudden shock in his heart. Only then did he realize that Gao Mingcheng must have been merciful when he struck before.
Although all of them were beaten with bruises and bruises on their faces, they were all superficial injuries and no injuries were caused to their muscles or bones.
But now with that kick, Liu Lu's wrist was broken!
He was frightened in his heart and said quickly: "Which path are you brothers from? We are blind and can't see Taishan. You don't want to be like us."
He begged for peace in a low voice, and politely took out all the money in his pocket, and asked the other boys to take the money too. Judging from Gao Mingcheng's previous actions, he also planned to steal their property.
If you are being searched, it is better to hand it over voluntarily.
Gao Mingcheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at the money. He didn't take it immediately. The bald man thought he disliked the lack of money, so he quickly took off the watch on his wrist and said with a smile: "It's a small thing, please accept it."
The more Gao Mingcheng refused to speak, the more unsure the bald man felt. His heart was beating fast, fearing that Gao Mingcheng had something big to do.
He looked at Gao Mingcheng nervously. It wasn't until Gao Mingcheng reached out and took both the money and the watch that he breathed a sigh of relief and just took the money.
This matter is over!
"Don't worry, we will never dare to be blind again." Although the bald man looks fierce, he can advance and retreat, and he speaks beautifully.
Gao Mingcheng glanced at him sideways and had no impression of him. He was probably someone he had never interacted with in his previous life.
In front of the bald man and others, he counted the money. The number was very festive, a total of five hundred and twenty yuan!
He worked hard for several days to get 50 kilograms of honey, and sold it for only 300 yuan in total. Now he started a fight and got 520 yuan. Oh, and there was also a used watch, which could be sold for 300 yuan at a discount. Ten bucks.
Putting the money into his trouser pocket, Gao Mingcheng looked at the bald man and the others and their eyes became calm. This was a kind of look at the God of Wealth.
Without saying a word, he picked up his burden, passed the young man lying on the ground, and walked forward.
The young men hurriedly got out of the way, fearing that they would get kicked a few more times if they provoked Gao Mingcheng.
What does it mean to be ruthless and not talk much?
The bald man and others have seen something today!
When Gao Mingcheng was completely gone, the bald man spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and cursed, "What the fuck!"
"Who is targeting this person?" The bald man looked at the brothers angrily. All of them were bruised and swollen, and one of them had a broken wrist.
"It's Daqing!"
"I, it was Maozi who told me. Maozi said that the man had just sold honey and had three hundred yuan in his trouser pocket!"
"Maozi? Didn't Maozi hang out with He Dayou? He told you, why didn't he come with you? Damn! This loss can't be in vain, we go to He Dayou! If he is really plotting against us, I will let him suffer I can’t walk around in circles!”
The bald man cursed, and the rest of the people were also furious, and they all wanted to go to He Dayou to settle the score.
Across the street, the He Dayou in the bald man's mouth was laughing, laughing so wildly.
"Haha, Baldhead and the others must have been beaten hard by that Gao Mingcheng right now!"
"Not necessarily. Baldhead and the others have knives and there are many people. No matter how powerful Gao Mingcheng is, there is only one person. Isn't it often said that he can't beat four punches with two hands!" Mao Zi beside him had a different opinion.
But He Dayou didn't care, waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, no matter who wins or loses, I'm happy! The bald man robbed our territory, causing us to have no money recently, and Gao Mingcheng was even worse. Not only did he beat us, And they took away all our money!”
"Now they bite the bullet, I'm happy!" He Dayou snarled, unaware that the danger had quietly arrived.
He plots against people, but people are not dead, so how can they be at his mercy?
