"I'll fight with you!"
Zhang Dafu's eyes suddenly turned red, and he rushed towards Brother Ji, but was kicked out by him before he could reach him.
Farmers have a lot of strength, but they never know how to fight.
"Fuck! If you dare to take action, beat the shit out of me."
Suddenly a group of people punched and kicked Zhang Dafu.
Li Decai gritted his teeth and said, "Folks, these people have gone too far. They have to fight with these grandsons!"
"Yes, fight them!" Dozens of villagers couldn't bear it and rushed towards these gangsters from the Black Dragon Society.
Brother Chicken took out the dagger from his waist, "Brothers, fuck this guy, let him bleed if he dares to move!"
All the gangsters drew weapons, including machetes, switchblade knives and daggers.
When the villagers saw those bright weapons, their faces showed fear, and they couldn't help but retreat.
Brother Ji showed a proud smile and said disdainfully: "You guys from the countryside still dare to attack our Black Dragon Society. You really don't know how to live or die!"
"I don't think it's you who's dead or alive!" At this moment, a motorcycle rushed over like an angry bull.
The speed of the motorcycle did not slow down at all, and it rushed directly towards Brother Ji. Wang Dachun looked at Zhang Dafu who fell on the ground, and his face suddenly darkened.
"Big spring, big spring is here!" The villagers were overjoyed, as if they had suddenly found their backbone.
Brother Ji's expression changed, "Modan, where did this lunatic come from? He actually rode a motorcycle here, spread out! Everyone spread out!"
boom! As soon as he finished speaking, Brother Ji was hit by the motorcycle and flew out, falling to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Wang Dachun stopped the car and walked straight towards Brother Ji.
Damn it! Where did this fierce man come from?
The people under Brother Chicken were dumbfounded and a little at a loss.
After being hit by a car, Chicken Brother was immediately furious, "What are you all doing standing still? Let me chop this little bastard to death!"
"Yes, chop him to death!"
"Mad, how dare you come to our Black Dragon Club to cause trouble, chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"
The gangster from the Black Dragon Society smiled ferociously and rushed toward Wang Dachun with a machete in hand, like a fly that smelled smelly meat.
The faces of the villagers changed, "Dachun, be careful, run!"
Wang Dachun showed a cruel smile and kicked a gangster who was rushing forward five or six meters away, and a large piece of his body was knocked down.
Wang Dachun rushed directly into the crowd, beating one person to the point of vomiting blood with each palm strike. These people were so abominable that they were so greedy.
In less than two minutes, he had knocked down about twenty people. For him now, these people were not enough to look at, and they could not even get close to him.
"Good! Spring is great!"
"Yeah, Dachun is so awesome, right? Where did you learn this skill?"
The villagers seemed to be meeting Wang Dachun for the first time. They all opened their mouths in disbelief.
One person can easily defeat twenty evil spirits with weapons in their hands. Is this still a human being?
Wang Dachun said: "Folks, as the saying goes, evil prevails over good. Don't be afraid of these scum. Next time you meet them, just defeat them and see if they dare to charge any management fees!"
Brother Ji stared at Wang Dachun with a look of resentment, "Boy, who are you? You are finished. How dare you hit our Black Dragon Society members? There will be no way for you to survive in heaven or on earth!"
"I'm beating you grandsons." Li Decai stepped forward, opened his bow from left to right, and immediately slapped a dozen big mouths.
Originally, Li Decai was not completely convinced by Wang Dachun. He used to be soft on him only because of financial pressure. Today, he saw that Wang Dachun was not struggling to fight twenty, and he was completely convinced.
I can’t accept it!
This kind of goods must be thrown away when compared with goods, and people must die when comparing people!
Therefore, Li Decai, who was convinced, wanted to perform well in front of Wang Dachun.
The corner of Wang Dachun's mouth raised slightly. This Li Decai was originally a second-rate man in the village who did not do his job properly and often got into fights.
A lowlife versus a gangster to see who is tougher.
Brother Chicken's face suddenly swelled into a pig's head, and he pointed at Li Decai, "I am Cao Nima..."
Snapped! Snapped! Bang bang bang...
"Fuck..."
Snapped! Snapped! Bang bang bang...
"I……"
Snapped! Snapped! Bang bang bang...
Brother Ji's face was so slapped that he was almost out of shape, and finally he didn't dare to speak anymore. Whenever he spoke, he was greeted by a series of big mouths.
Li Decai was sweating profusely and sighed, "It finally stopped! Dachun, come and ask."
Wang Dachun knelt down and looked at Brother Ji with a joking face, "I heard that you want ten bamboo rafts of medicinal materials, right? I think I might as well give them to you!"
Brother Ji shook his head with fear on his face. Are these people farmers?
How can it be worse than the underworld?
…
At this moment, in a club not far from the dock, the Black Tiger Gang and the Black Dragon Gang were meeting.
Yes, it's a meeting.
They are fighting for turf.
Both sides brought more than a dozen elites to start the meeting. Li Heihu had a strong back and strong waist, while Wang Menghu was a little stronger than him. As his name suggests, he was fierce and domineering, like a tiger that wanted to go down the mountain to find food.
Especially sitting next to Wang Menghu was a thin old man with gray hair on his temples. The old man's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep.
Li Heihu did not dare to ignore this old man, and was even very afraid of him. The degree of fear even surpassed that of Wang Menghu.
Because this old man is a real martial arts master, a powerful master, and is nicknamed the Thousand-Handed Old Demon. He is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also ruthless. Countless people have died in his hands.
In the Black Dragon Club, the Thousand-Hand Old Demon is the Dinghai Shenzhen, and Wang Menghu treats him as an honored guest.
Wang Menghu shook the red wine glass in his hand and said with a smile, "Gang Leader Li, I heard that your Black Tiger Gang was once beaten so hard by a farmer named Wang Dachun that he couldn't hold his head up. Isn't this true?"
Li Heihu's expression changed slightly, and then returned to normal, "President Wang, this is a joke at fifty steps but a hundred steps at a time. If your Black Dragon Society encounters Wang Dachun, I'm afraid you will end up like me."
The Thousand-Hand Old Demon raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, showing a disdainful expression.
Wang Menghu laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, if we let a farmer come to our door, I will close the Black Dragon Club."
Wang Menghu's men all laughed when they heard this, with mocking looks on their faces, which made Li Heihu's group look a little ugly.
Li Heihu said with a sullen face, "President Wang, if you just want to mock me today, I don't think there is any need to continue talking today."
Wang Menghu grinned, "Since your Black Tiger Gang is becoming more and more useless, today we will discuss the territory allocation again."
Li Heihu narrowed his eyes, "Oh? What does President Wang want to talk about?"
Wang Menghu smiled sinisterly, "It's very simple. Give the territory south of the city to our Black Dragon Guild."
