Upon hearing this, Wan Feng's anus tightened, and a harsh reality lay before him: He had become a fat sheep?
Fat sheep is definitely not a good name, and usually means someone is going to be slaughtered.
I have now become a fat sheep and a target of robbery.
It seems that I was a little too optimistic about the revolutionary situation, and I believed too much in the saying that all living beings are happy under broad daylight. These guys are so bold that they dare to rob here?
Is there any law here?
But this routine is also old-fashioned. Taking people to a remote place and then robbing them, is there anything new about it?
The only novel thing was that he was taken to the back of the Bai Building, which was probably the most remote place in the city.
There should be a lot of couples in this place at night. It's not easy to find such a place in the city. These idiots made two sets of fake police uniforms and came here at night under the pretext of catching hooligans. It's safer and more secure than robbing for nothing, right?
Wan Feng remembered that he went to the capital in 1992 and stayed at the Shijingshan Guesthouse, which was right next to a forest park. Wan Feng stayed there for a week. One night, the police were pulling out a large net and pulled out hundreds of beautiful women from the park, many of whom were in disheveled clothes. It was a real feast for his eyes.
A lot of white flowers...
What the hell, what are you thinking? People are about to rob you, and you still have the mind to think about this mess.
Wan Feng quickly concentrated his mind. He took a deep breath and stood against a tree, thinking about an escape route.
Even though there are secret troops hiding in the dark, Wan Feng also needs to find a way to escape in case he cannot win.
Don't listen to the nonsense those masters say among the people. There are masters everywhere in the city. Wan Feng doesn't think that they won't meet masters.
But it seemed too late to run now, as one of the three young men had already circled behind him, cutting off his retreat.
"He is a fat sheep? Are you kidding us here to make a fool of yourself and tell us he is a fat sheep?" The leading young man looked at Wan Feng suspiciously and asked.
Wan Feng was wearing very ordinary clothes, looking like a country boy, without any trace of a fat sheep.
The man in the flowered shirt quickly defended himself: "He wants to buy a 100-dollar watch. This is fat sheep."
The three young men stared at Wan Feng.
"Have you seen the movie?" A young man stretched out his hand and made a gesture of twisting money.
The man in the flowered shirt shook his head.
"You didn't even see the movie and you believed him when he said he wanted to buy a hundred and you brought him in? Is there shit in your brain?" the leading young man scolded.
"Why don't they look alike? If this guy had enough money to buy a hundred watches, I would change my last name." Another young man was making a fire on the side.
The man in the flowered shirt also began to doubt his judgment. He thought that he was negligent and should have asked the boy before seeing his money and making a decision before bringing him in. However, he was not prepared to admit his mistake.
“He may not have the money for a hundred watches but he certainly has the money.”
"How much money can a young man have?" asked another young man.
Wan Feng then spoke up: "I was just teasing this guy in the flowered shirt. My pockets are cleaner than my face, and I only have a few cents on me."
Now is the time to express himself. If these robbers let him go, Wan Feng promises that he will not go to the police station to sue them.
Hearing something was amiss, the man in the flowered shirt quickly spoke up, "Brothers, the meat in these buns isn't on the fold. Didn't you notice this guy isn't panicking at all? That's not normal. Maybe he has a miracle going on. How can we tell if we don't search him?"
The leading young man waved his hand. "That's right. There's no business today anyway, so I'm free anyway. I might as well search around. Even if it's enough to buy dinner, it'll be fine. You! Go ahead!"
A young man walked towards Wan Feng with a sinister smile. "Brother, don't scream or resist. Even if you scream louder here, no one on the street can hear you. There's no one within a hundred meters. Resisting won't do you any good. I'll see how much money you have on you. Give me some money and I'll let you go."
Let me show you how much money I have on me. I have over 2,000 yuan on me. If you saw me, I'd be fed to a cat.
"Brother Xian!" Wan Feng suddenly shouted when the young man was only three or four meters away from him.
Before Wan Feng finished shouting, he felt a gust of wind behind him, and Zhang Xian, who had been hiding in the alley, rushed over like a tiger descending from the mountain.
The young man who cut off Wan Feng's retreat was still laughing, but when he heard some movement behind him and turned around, he saw a fist that was getting bigger and bigger in front of him.
Then there was a bang.
He knocked the guy down with just one punch, and then in the blink of an eye, Zhang Xian arrived in front of the grinning guy in front of Wan Feng. He swung his fist and kicked the opponent in the three-pronged intersection area.
The guy who wanted to see how much money was in Wan Feng's pocket didn't even bother to look at Wan Feng's pocket. He covered his hips with his hands, swayed twice, and then fell down.
Wan Feng's eyelids were twitching. He wondered if the opponent's Dandan brother was okay after this kick?
Holy shit, how many battles has this guy fought to reach this level?
This is simply the fighting style of special forces, one hit kills!
No, I have to fight this guy. Wouldn't it be stupid not to take advantage of such a good opponent?
Two of the four guys who were about to slaughter the fat sheep fell down in the blink of an eye. The young man in the lead saw that something was wrong and quickly took out a knife from his pocket, which was a spring-loaded one.
With a snap, the switchblade popped out.
The young man held the knife in his right hand and took a stance to confront Zhang Xian.
Zhang Xian's expression also became serious when he saw the switchblade in the other party's hand.
The two of them confronted each other, and the only ones left standing were Wan Feng and the man in the flowered shirt.
Wan Feng looked at the floral shirt and smiled.
The man in the flowered shirt didn't know why Wan Feng was laughing.
"What are you laughing at!"
"Yeah, I'm just laughing."
"You mean I'm that fart?" The man in the flowered shirt pointed at his nose.
This idiot!
"You do look like a piece of shit."
"You bastard, you dare to call me shit? Your helper is being held at knifepoint by my brother. Let me take care of you first."
The man in the flowered shirt rushed towards Wan Feng with his fangs bared.
He also realized that the guy who appeared later was too ferocious. With one punch, Liu Er still hasn't woken up yet, and Ma Zi is lying on the ground groaning. If he doesn't deal with this guy, even with a knife and a crab, he may not be a match for the young man.
If I could control this brat, that tough guy would be caught off guard and be dealt with.
The man in the flowered shirt rushed to Wan Feng and reached out to grab Wan Feng's shoulders. His plan was to grab Wan Feng's shoulders and throw him to the ground, then step on him and finally make the strong man surrender.
But the man in the flowered shirt must have never heard this saying: ideals are full of hope, but reality is all bones.
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