Chapter 36 Old Camp
The Tuotu car continued to drive along the road and soon arrived at the outskirts of Dongbao District, which was adjacent to a national highway that led directly to the outer city and even directly to the central city.
These are military-grade roads built when Yangzhi City was used as a material transfer center. Not only are they solid and wide, but tanks can also be driven directly on them.
It was a little desolate beyond the road. From a distance, I could see a few hills in front of the left side of the road, with many simple huts scattered on the tops and at the foot of the hills.
There was an old watchtower on the top of the hill. When the car drove over, a man on top was looking through a telescope, and then he replaced the flag on the top.
As the car got closer, we could see a small camp in front of us, with scattered sentries around it. Guarding it were young men and women with their coats open, holding crossbows in their hands. Their clothes and chests were covered with five bloody scratches spray-painted on them.
The car pulled up to the front and stopped in front of the roadblock. The crossbow arrow on the sentry shifted, aiming faintly at the car. A bald woman with a muscular figure, chewing gum, walked up, knocked on the car window, and asked, "Where are you from?"
Wei Changan rolled down the window, handed her a name card, and said, "The Mainland Affairs Council Office and your boss have agreed on an appointment for this morning."
The bald woman took the name card, tutted, and said to the younger brother behind her, "Go tell the boss that the person he invited has arrived."
After a while, someone behind them waved their hands. The bald woman also made way and shouted to the back, "Let them pass!"
The roadblocks in front were removed and the two iron doors of the camp were also opened.
When Wei Changan saw the bumpy ground ahead and the stagnant muddy puddles, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he still endured the pain and drove forward.
When they got to the camp, he kept an eye on the road while telling Chen Chuan, "Junior, when you meet Fatty Guo later, the boss here, try not to speak. I'll negotiate with them."
Chen Chuan said, "Okay, Brother Wei."
Wei Changan glanced at him again, smiled, and said, "But don't be afraid. We're here on commission. With the endorsement of the commissioning company and Xuehen, Fatty Guo won't dare to act recklessly. But I predict he will resort to some tricks later. We'll just have to act according to the circumstances."
The car drove to an open space. There was a large area inside the camp, which should have been the place for drills in the past.
There was a dilapidated grille telephone booth next to it, and hollow cement sewer pipes were piled on the edge, with some members of the Blood Scar Gang sitting scattered on them.
These people were all wearing yellow and red plaid shirts, most of them had brass knuckles and daggers on their waists. When they saw the car passing by, they all looked at it with ill intentions.
In the middle of the camp was a large two-story barracks. In front of it, there was a fat, fair-skinned man who was over two meters tall. He had a bald head, wore a tight vest that exposed his flesh, and had five torn claw marks on his chest. Next to him was a man wearing a mask and a white coat.
Not far away, there were a few little white sheep tied with ropes, with bells hanging around their necks. Their fur was very smooth and clean, and they looked like pets.
Wei Changan said, "That's Fatty Guo, one of the leaders of the Blood Scar Gang."
Chen Chuan took a look and noticed that the man's breathing was very steady. He must have practiced some breathing techniques. What was particularly special was that the five fingers of his right hand were covered with silver gloves, which attracted people's attention.
When the car stopped in front, the two of them opened the door and got out. Fatty Guo also stood up with his hands open, "People from the Mainland Affairs Council, we've been waiting for you for a long time."
After Wei Changan came out, he stood not far from the front of the car, took out his name card and gestured, saying, "Mr. Guo, I am the client Wei Changan." Chen Chuan also stood by the car door, but he put one hand in his trouser pocket, where there were two prepared pebbles.
Fatty Guo said, "So you two young men, why don't you come in and have a drink?"
Wei Changan refused and said, "Mr. Guo, I'm sorry, we're not here to make friends with you. The Mainland Affairs Office should have agreed with you. Just hand the person over to us and we'll leave without disturbing your business."
Fatty Guo rolled his eyes. He had a lot of flesh on his face, which made his eyes look particularly small and a bit cunning. He hummed and said, "I said I would hand him over to you, but you just took him away like that. I lose face in the gang."
Wei Changan said, "Oh? Mr. Guo, do you want to regret it?"
Fatty Guo waved his fat hands, "I'm not going to go back on my word. I'm a man of my word, but…" He took two steps forward and looked down at Wei Changan, "I'm giving face to the Mainland Affairs Council, but I don't necessarily have to give face to you. If you want to see someone, it depends on whether you have the ability to do so."
Wei Changan knew this was going to happen, so he didn't treat the other party well from the beginning. Because the more he treated the other party, the more he would think he was weak and could be bullied. He sneered and said, "Mr. Guo, this seems like your style. Tell me, what do you want?"
Fatty Guo seemed a little excited and stepped back a little, rubbing his hands together with his thick arms. "It's simple. I heard you're a student at Wuhan University. How about fighting my people? If you win, I'll let them go with you. Fair, right?"
Wei Changan frowned. Although he was from Wuhan University, he actually didn't like fighting with people in front of a lot of people. It made him feel very disrespectful.
But he knew that if he didn't agree, he didn't know how long it would take, so he didn't waste any words and began to untie the watch on his wrist and said, "Tell me, where is the person?"
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Fatty Guo quickly added, "But I get to choose the place where the fight takes place."
Wei Changan paused, stared at him, and said, "Where do you want to go? Mr. Guo, don't meddle in other people's business. If things don't end well, don't blame me for not giving you face."
"Of course, of course. You're from the Mainland Affairs Council, so you have to take care of his face..."
Fatty Guo chuckled, pointed to the shabby grille telephone booth not far away, and said jokingly, "How's it in there?"
Wei Changan frowned, but did not refuse. He began to take off his coat again, then walked into the car and threw everything in.
Fatty Guo clapped his hands towards the sky, and with a "whoosh", a drummer on the sidelines immediately started beating his drums with both hands. Amidst the very rhythmic sounds, a skinny man in his thirties with scars all over his body walked out.
He first looked at Wei Changan with a sinister look, then blew his nose at him, wiped it directly on his pants, grinned, and went straight into the phone booth.
Wei Changan suddenly felt a little disgusted. He said to Chen Chuan: "Junior brother, I will go and handle this matter. Remember to act according to the circumstances."
Chen Chuan looked calm and said, "Okay."
Wei Changan looked at him with admiration. He himself had been a newcomer and had also led newcomers. It was inevitable that anyone would be nervous when coming to such a place for the first time. It was very rare to see someone behave so naturally like Chen Chuan.
He walked over and squeezed into the phone booth, and then someone came up and pushed the door shut and put a lock on the outside, which usually prevented two people from squeezing out while pushing each other.
Chen Chuan took a look and saw that the space in the telephone booth was very small. The two people were almost facing each other, with less than half a foot between them. It was impossible to wrestle or kick each other. If they didn't use short weapons, then the most effective ones were punches and elbows.
However, it is difficult for either of them to dodge or exert force. It all depends on who is more ferocious and who punches faster. Even if an ordinary person is stronger than his opponent, he will inevitably get hurt and suffer losses. This is an additional limitation.
But he thought about it, unbuttoned his clothes, took off his coat and threw it in the car.
After Wei Chang'an stood here, his eyes became indifferent. He showed no reaction to the dirt on his opponent's body and the bad smell in his mouth. It was as if the clean and decent urban elite just now had disappeared, leaving only a pure fighter.
At this time, the drumbeat stopped, Fatty Guo raised his hands high and shouted: "Start!!!" The drumbeat immediately accelerated again.
The thin man reacted quickly and punched the moment the voice fell.
When the sound rang out, Wei Changan just tilted his head back slightly, and then suddenly smashed it down with his head!
You can see that his legs seem to be nailed firmly to the ground, and his whole body is like a whip, and his head seems to have become the tip of the whip at this moment. Although it is only a small swing, the power starts from his feet, from his knees to his waist, from his waist to his spine, and then from his spine to his neck. As it is transmitted layer by layer, the speed becomes incredibly fast.
His head actually penetrated the fist shadow and hit his opponent's head first. There was a dull sound, and the telephone booth shook. The thin man's eyes rolled back and he slid down like mud.
The cheers outside stopped abruptly, and even the drum beats continued a few times. No one could have imagined that what they thought was a wonderful show would end so soon.
Wei Changan still had time to adjust his tie, took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, then said to the outside: "Mr. Guo, can you hand the person over to us?"
Fatty Guo stared at him for a moment with his green bean-like eyes. "Of course, of course." He turned around and shouted outside, "Go get them out."
Not long after, a thin, bearded man in his forties came out, accompanied by three bodyguards. One of them looked around with a vicious look.
"What's the matter, Boss Guo?"
Fatty Guo chuckled, "Big Beard Qiu, it's not that I don't protect you." He pointed at Wei Chang'an and Chen Chuan on the other side, "The people from the Mainland Affairs Council want to take you back to the police station for questioning."
Qiu Huzi's face changed, he cursed, and said to the two bodyguards beside him: "Stop them." Then he ran away. Looking at the direction he ran, there was a car parked there.
When Wei Changan saw this, his expression changed. He pushed the door shut and said, "Fatty Guo?"
Fatty Guo spread his hands and said, "I told you I'd give him to you. Now I've brought him to you. Whether you can take him back or not is up to you."
Wei Changan knew that if Qiu Huzi ran to the car, it would be difficult to catch him. He took a deep breath and punched the door. The whole phone booth was shaking, but it could not be opened.
Fatty Guo chuckled.
After Wei Changan entered the phone booth and was locked inside, Chen Chuan felt that things might change, so he was mentally prepared early on. Seeing this, he didn't hesitate at all. He stepped on the ground and rushed out, chasing in the direction of Qiu Huzi's escape.
Wei Changan saw his movements and said hurriedly: "Hey, don't go! The person next to him is Zhai Wu from the black ring!" But Chen Chuan ran very fast without stopping, and seemed not to hear.
Wei Changan was also anxious. He looked at the door and saw someone squeezed at his feet, making it even more difficult to exert force.
There is no way.
He took a breath helplessly, leaned forward again, and hit the door with his forehead.
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(End of this chapter)
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