Song Yun was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, but she changed from watching TV to reading the newspaper.
He Changzheng sat at the other end, facing the hall door.
Brother Long was a particular person. He did not bring in fifty younger brothers directly, but brought in ten people first. After a quick glance, he found that in the huge hall, there were only two people, a man and a woman, who were very young and had outstanding looks.
The man was leaning against the sofa with his legs crossed, staring at him coldly. The woman didn't even turn her head to look at them, her eyes fixed on the newspaper in her hand.
Brother Long cleared his throat and shouted unhappily, "Guests are coming, where is the hostess?"
He Changzheng stood up and walked over to Brother Long. He suppressed his anger and tried to maintain a calm appearance. "Guest? Are you a guest?"
Brother Long raised his eyebrows and looked at He Changzheng. He was tall and had a strong aura. Just by looking at the few steps he took, you could tell that he was a martial artist with quite good kung fu skills. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant when he saw him.
But he's only one person. No matter how skilled he is, can he defeat fifty of them? How funny!
"No more nonsense, just hand us over, and I'll leave now."
He Changzheng asked: "You guys? Who?"
Brother Long spat, "Don't play dumb with me. You brought people in from outside today, and you dare to say you didn't?"
"I brought him here, but how do you prove he's one of yours? I saw he couldn't even speak, he was barely alive, and he had no identification on him. We rescued him and took him to the police station, but they said he was a homeless person and they couldn't do anything about him. That's why we brought him here. And now you say he's yours?"
Brother Long sneered, "If I say yes, then it is. No proof is needed."
"Really? Then if I say you are my grandson, will you call me grandpa?"
Song Yun almost couldn't hold it in.
Brother Long was very angry. The younger brother beside him came forward with a steel pipe and said, "Boy, are you looking for death? In Gangcheng, no one dares to talk to our Brother Long like this." As he said that, he raised the steel pipe and waved it towards He Changzheng.
He Changzheng grabbed the steel pipe and kicked the man, sending him flying and knocking over several of his younger brothers behind him.
He Changzheng weighed the steel pipe in his hand and thought of the comrade upstairs with his deformed calf. Was his leg broken by the steel pipe? What about his elder brother? He was the leader of the action team at the time. What would he look like after being tortured?
"Boy, do you know who you are against?"
He Changzheng closed his eyes, calmed himself down, and looked at Brother Long again. "I don't know. Tell me."
Brother Long gritted his teeth and said, "You know Mr. Yamamoto, right?"
He Changzheng frowned. "Yamamoto-san? The devil?"
Brother Long was furious, "How dare you disrespect Mr. Yamamoto."
It seems the Japanese are behind this, no wonder.
He Changzheng suddenly attacked, grabbed Long Ge's neck, lifted him up, and when he was about to suffocate, he threw him to the ground.
"I'm being disrespectful, what can you do about it?" He Changzheng kicked Brother Long twice more, causing him to cry out in pain.
"Damn it, what are you still standing there for? Come on, beat me to death!"
The younger brothers looked up and began to take tentative steps forward.
It was really because He Changzheng had just shown too much brutality, and even their boss had suffered a great loss, so it was normal for them to feel scared.
The main focus of the gang is just to be a gang. Who would really risk their life? They just want others to charge into battle while they hide in the back and mix around.
As a result, everyone thought the same thing, and no one dared to attack He Changzheng. They just held up the stick and moved it around to test him.
Brother Long was furious. "What are you doing? Come on, come on, together."
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