"Chen Jun."
At this time, Chen Xueru also noticed something was wrong and subconsciously leaned towards Chen Jun.
Chen Jun patted her shoulder and whispered, "They must be little hooligans. Don't be afraid."
There are not many jobs in the city now, and many young boys have nothing to do after dropping out of school, so they gather together to hang out on the streets.
You know what, there are quite a few people like this in Old Beijing. In addition to these little hooligans, there is also a group called the "Old Beijing Rough Leaders". Most of these people have backgrounds, and many of them live in the compounds.
After saying that, Chen Jun glanced at the seven or eight young men. They were not very tall and he could handle it by himself.
What's more, he has so many guys in his system warehouse, and with his current physical fitness, he will not be at all vulnerable if a fight really breaks out.
"I know. Why don't we go first?" Chen Xueru could naturally see that these people were little hooligans hanging around the streets all day. Although she was an extrovert, she was still a little scared when facing these hooligans.
"He came for us, I'm afraid he can't leave."
Chen Jun patted Chen Xueru's shoulder again: "Don't worry, your man is a good fighter, the kind that can beat ten people."
As soon as he finished speaking, these seven or eight young men walked up to Chen Jun, led by a short man wearing a dog-skin hat.
Although he is not tall, there is a fierceness in his eyes, and he is obviously the leader of this group of gangsters.
"Oh, everyone has a bicycle. It seems like your family is quite rich."
"Brother, we're short on change lately. How about you treat us all to a meal?"
The little guy looked up at Chen Jun, but his tone was very arrogant. He said that he wanted Chen Jun to treat him to a meal, but in fact he was just asking for money.
He looked just like a gangster blocking the entrance of a primary school to collect protection money.
Seeing him look so arrogant, Chen Jun couldn't help but smile for a moment.
What the hell is this.
"Huh? Are you laughing?" The short leader's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of hostility in them.
Chen Jun suppressed his laughter and waved his hands: "I have received professional training and usually don't laugh."
"Brother, you should learn a skill while you're still young. There's no future in learning to collect protection money."
"You're teaching me how to do things?"
The short leader reached into his arms, took out a long and thin object and pressed it against Chen Jun's belly.
"Hurry up and hand over all the money you have, or you'll have two more holes in your pocket."
Ouch?
Chen Jun looked down and found that the short leader actually took out a bayonet.
This scene seems familiar!
"Wait, are you calling me little bastard?" Chen Jun asked curiously.
This familiar method of committing a crime was exactly the same as that of the gangster in Blood Romance, except that he wanted to step on the gangster in the compound to show off, and he also used this method to steal a school coat, which was extremely impressive.
For a time, the little bastard was famous, and many gangsters avoided him for fear of being targeted.
But in the eyes of others, this kind of person is a ruthless character who kills without blinking an eye, but in Chen Jun's eyes, he is just a brave street urchin.
"You actually recognized grandpa?"
The little bastard looked at Chen Jun in surprise. Seeing that he was not someone he knew, he added: "Since you know me, it will be easy. Give me your watch too."
Wow!
This kid has a really big appetite!
Not only does he want money, he also wants his all-steel watch.
This watch was given by Chen Xueru, and Chen Jun couldn't possibly hand it over.
"Don't hurt anyone, we'll give you all the money!"
Chen Jun was not panicked at all, but that didn’t mean Chen Xueru wasn’t panicked either.
The hooligans nowadays don't listen to reason at all. If they say they will stab you, they will stab you without any hesitation.
And it’s no use reporting to the police afterwards, these little thugs have plenty of ways to hide.
"You're smart!" The little bastard smiled crookedly and reached out to touch Chen Xueru's bag.
Still a pervert!
Chen Jun frowned slightly, raised his hand and grabbed the little bastard's wrist: "Get out of here, little bastard, or I'll knock your front teeth out."
The little bastard, whose left hand was held, didn't hesitate at all. He thrust his right hand forward, trying to make a hole in Chen Jun's stomach.
But Chen Jun's physical fitness was much better than that of the little bastard, and when he just made a move, Chen Jun slapped him in the face.
“Bang!”
With one slap, the little bastard was blown four or five meters away.
"Bang!"
Everyone present was stunned when they saw the little bastard fall to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
no!
Just slap someone and send him flying?
It must be fake, right?
"You're looking for death!"
The little bastard, feeling dizzy after being slapped, staggered to his feet, slapped himself twice to refresh himself, and then rushed towards Chen Jun.
From being a small gangster to being the boss now, the little bastard has never suffered such a big loss or lost such a big person.
If I don't poke a few holes in him today, how will I survive in Beijing in the future? How will I be able to keep Li Yuanchao under my feet?
Looking at the aggressive little bastard, Chen Jun was not panicked at all. He just blocked Chen Xueru behind him, raised his hand suddenly and grabbed the little bastard's hand holding the bayonet, then exerted force suddenly, and with a click, the bayonet fell to the ground with a bang.
Then the little bastard's screams were heard.
"Hand, my hand!"
The severe pain in his wrist almost made the little bastard kneel on the ground, but this guy was indeed a ruthless character. After shouting twice, he opened his mouth and wanted to bite people.
Chen Jun didn't tolerate him. He clenched his other hand into a fist and hit the little bastard in the face.
"Why don't you learn something else at such a young age? Why do you have to learn to be a scoundrel?"
"Do you want more money? Do you want the watch?"
After a few punches, the little bastard's face was covered in blood.
When I touched it with my hand, I felt two hard objects.
The little bastard took a closer look and saw that they were two big front teeth.
Breaking your wrist with a single exertion, knocking out your front teeth with a few punches?
I have been in the gang for a few years now, and have fought at least eighty fights of all sizes, and have also met some kung fu masters.
But the little bastard treated his own life as a worthless thing, and was willing to exchange injuries for injuries, life for life, in a fight, and he really didn't meet any rivals.
But this time it was different. The other party knocked out his front teeth easily. How much strength did he have in his hands?
Master!
This is a real master!
As soon as the thought came to his mind, the little bastard caught a glimpse of the man in front of him grinning, and then took half a step back.
Immediately, he raised his leg and kicked him in the chest.
"Bang!"
This time he flew farther and fell directly about eight or nine meters away.
“Cough!! Cough cough!!”
The little bastard just felt that his consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he lay on the ground and coughed violently a few times.
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