Dongyuan Snack Street is one of the famous snack streets in the east of Guangzhou.
At night, many men and women who come out for shopping gather here.
A stall selling pancakes.
The stall owner is a woman in her 30s with many silver strands in her hair.
The woman had her sleeping child tied to her back, her forehead was covered in sweat, but her hands never stopped moving.
When the woman handed the finished pancake to the customer and took the 10 yuan handed over by the customer, a smile appeared on her face.
Life is undoubtedly hard, but her eyes are always bright.
"Madam, please give us two servings of Jianbing Guozi." A couple snuggling together said to the female stall owner.
"Okay, I'll do it right away." The woman responded with a smile and prepared to make it.
But at this moment, the boy in the couple was pulled on the shoulder from behind, and at the same time a loud shout rang out: "Get the hell out of here!"
The boy staggered and was about to turn around to curse back, but he saw six tattooed young men standing behind him.
The six young men all looked ruffians, acting like they were the boss and they were the second in command. Needless to say, they were obviously hooligans.
The boy didn't want to get into trouble, so he pulled his girlfriend away.
The female stall owner was a little anxious and quickly called out, "Hey, don't you want your Jianbing Guozi anymore?"
The couple didn't even turn their heads, and even quickened their pace.
The female stall owner was a little angry and shouted at the thugs: "What do you want to do? Why are you chasing away my customers?"
The young man with the watermelon hair who was the leader of the six kicked the stall cart and cursed, "What are you doing? Who asked you to set up a stall? Have you paid the protection fee?"
The female stall owner was so frightened that her face turned pale. She said hesitantly, "Big brother, I have paid this month's protection fee."
"Handed it over?" Watermelon Head kicked the cart again, making a loud bang. "Who the hell did you hand it over to?"
The child on the female stall owner's back was awakened by the sound and started crying loudly.
"I... I'll leave it to Brother Zhamao from the Tiger Hall." The female stall owner bent down and said to coax the child.
"You bullshit Tiger Hall, you bullshit Explosive Hair Brother, they're all in jail. What you paid before doesn't count. From today on, this street will be managed by our Viper Gang. The protection fee will be doubled. Whoever doesn't pay will never be able to set up a stall here again. Do you understand?" Watermelon Head said this while looking around at the surrounding stalls.
The stall owner next door originally wanted to come over to argue, but seeing that these people all had machetes on their waists, he could only lower his head, clench his teeth tightly, and clench his fists until they turned white.
"Brother, we are all small businesses. You want us to pay double the protection fee. How are we going to survive in the future?" The female stall owner begged, bending her body even lower.
"I can't do anything about that. Either pay me or get out today. Don't even think about doing business here in the future. If you say another word of nonsense, I'll tear down your stall." Watermelon Head was extremely arrogant, as if he was going to fight if he had a disagreement.
The female stall owner was in great pain, her hands tightly grasping the coin jar, her eyes already red.
At this time, another group of people came from the other side, a total of 7 people, and judging from their attire, they also looked tough to deal with.
"Damn! You said this street is yours, so it's yours? Have you asked us at the Grizzlies Club?" said the one with a rooster comb in the lead.
"Fuck your mother, the street next door has been taken over by your Grizzlies Gang, and now you want to take this street from us? Do you really think that there is no one in our Viper Gang?" Watermelon Head glared at Cockscomb Head, with one hand already on his waist.
"So what if I robbed it? We, the Grizzlies, not only want this street, but we will have the final say in the entire east city. What can you do to me?" The guy with the cockscomb sneered repeatedly, looking very arrogant.
"You want to fight, right? Do you believe I will kill you?" As he said that, the man with the watermelon head had already drawn out his machete, and the five people behind him did the same.
"Hit me if you want. I'm going to cut off one of your hands today." The man with the cockscomb haircut also took out a machete, and the people behind him were ready to charge at any time.
The female stall owner was so frightened that she was trembling with fear. She took several steps back while holding her child, fearing that they would be affected by the fight.
"Come on, whoever is a coward today is a grandson." The watermelon-headed man continued to shout.
"Who's afraid of who? Come here, I'll chop you to death." The man with the cockscomb head also did not give in.
"Come here first, you fucking thing."
"You fucking came here first!"
"I fuck your grandma's aunt's second brother-in-law's younger sister..."
"I'm going to fuck your entire family of pigs, dogs, cows, sheep, chickens, ducks, and geese..."
“.…..”
Both sides cursed until their veins were exposed and their faces were red, and their momentum was no less than that of the aunties in Tianchao Square.
At this moment, a white-haired young man slowly walked over with three skewers in his left hand and two chicken wings in his right hand.
The young man walked straight through the two camps, oblivious to the crowd, and came to the stall owner and said, "Madam, please give me a pancake with two eggs and lots of sweet and spicy sauce."
The guy with the watermelon head and the guy with the cockscomb haircut were both dumbfounded.
"Kid, who the hell are you? Can't you see we are fighting? Get out of here!" Watermelon Head couldn't help but curse.
Mo Laishi turned around with a simple face and said, "Fighting? I didn't see anything. I only saw you greeting each other's families. It's not even a festival, how embarrassing. By the way, are you guys still going to fight? If not, don't get in the way of other people's business."
"Boy, are you looking for death? Do you know who we are?" The man with the cockscomb haircut was also angry and embarrassed.
"I need to know who you are just to buy a pancake? What's the matter? Can I get a discount if I tell you my name?" Mo Laishi said after taking a bite of the skewer.
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