Zhang Xian didn't have time to think about why Wan Feng did this. He just did whatever Wan Feng told him to do.
Wan Feng asked him to cover the retreat and no one could pass by him.
At this time, the other three people also rushed out of Zheng Quan's house. They were stunned when they saw Zhang Xian blocking the alley with a stick.
"who is he?"
"I don't know, it must be Zheng Quan's people."
"Get out of the way! Blocking our way means you're making things difficult for us."
Zhang Xian spat into his hand, then clenched the stick tightly: "If you can't get through, then you can't get through. No one can get through while I'm here."
"Fuck him!"
At a shout, these artillerymen rushed towards Zhang Xian.
Zhang Xian did not want to fight with them. He walked backwards in a very regular pace, and occasionally hit the sticks in the opponent's hands with the stick in his hand to prevent them from leaving the alley quickly.
The alley is only about two meters wide, and at most three people can stand in it at the same time, but if there are three people standing there, there will be no room for anything to happen.
Therefore, the five opponents were actually held back by Zhang Xian.
Wan Feng helped Zheng Quan out of the alley and ran along the street. He had no idea where to run. He had no idea where this was and where that was. He just knew to run first and then.
Zhang Xian also retreated from the alley entrance. He originally wanted to stay in traffic for a while longer, but he was afraid that if he came out too late he wouldn't be able to find Wan Feng, so he left the alley.
Those people from Pao Ai came out of the alley and seemed to be chasing after us.
"Stop chasing me! There are so many people watching us on the street. I'm going to be detained. Back off!"
Several people threw away their weapons and disappeared in the crowd in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Xian glanced at the people around him with wide eyes, and quickly threw the stick in his hand to the side of the road, striding forward to catch up with Wan Feng and Zheng Quan.
"No need to run, they've retreated."
Upon hearing that the other party had run away, Wan Feng directly threw Zheng Quan away.
Now it’s none of his business whether this guy lives or dies.
He sat down on the side of the road and gasped for breath.
"Holy shit, we're catching up on filming a movie. It's so fucking thrilling."
He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and threw it to Zhang Xian.
I have to smoke a cigarette to calm down.
Zheng Quan was thrown to the ground by Wan Feng and staggered. It took him a long time to get up. After recognizing Wan Feng and Zhang Xian, he thought for a while and sat next to Wan Feng.
"Go sit down aside. Your face is covered in blood. If the police see you, they'll think we beat you up."
Zheng Quan took off his shirt and wiped the blood on his face randomly. After wiping it several times, there was finally no blood on his face. He sat next to Wan Feng again.
"Brother, give me a cigarette."
When Wan Feng heard the other party asking for cigarettes, he got furious. "Don't call me brother. We're not that close. I just threw you a box of cigarettes for a little over 60 cents, and now you're asking me for cigarettes? Do you have any shame?"
Zheng Quan's attitude was very meek: "Aren't we just throwing this away at home?"
Wan Feng took a cigarette from the pack and said, "One dollar a cigarette, how about that?"
Zheng Quan reached out and touched his body: "Can I owe you money first?"
Wan Feng threw the cigarette and matches over.
Zheng Quan lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and exhaled violently.
"This world is so fucked up! I never thought that two people who I looked down on and scolded just a minute ago would save my life. Life is so unpredictable."
How come after getting beaten up, he suddenly came to his senses and wanted to become a philosopher?
"Then you should cover your crotch and face your fucked-up life with a ridiculous smile."
Zheng Quan laughed at himself and said, "That's very interesting and makes sense. What are your names, brothers?"
"No surname."
"Hey, brothers, my wife hasn't gotten off work yet. I'm going to go home and clean up and lock the door. Let's go drink. Don't leave. I'll take you somewhere."
Zheng Quan stood up and staggered towards home.
"Brother, why did you stick your foot out like that?"
Wan Feng frowned and looked at Zhang Xian. "I've noticed that the brains of you gangsters are made of reinforced concrete. How come you can't adapt at all? Do you understand why we're here?"
"Aren't you looking for a digital watch?"
"Can you find it in just three days?"
Zhang Xian shook his head.
"Who can find it then?"
Zhang Xian's eyes lit up: "Wang An can find it."
"If we don't save him, will he tell us?"
"Brother, I understand."
"People like you shouldn't have wives. Women who date men like you have fucking problems."
Zhang Xian chuckled, probably thinking of Hao Qing.
More than ten minutes later, Zheng Quan changed his clothes and walked out of the alley.
"Come on, brothers, we've become acquainted after fighting, let's go have a drink!"
"I won't go to those of low quality." Wan Feng didn't intend to give any face.
"To the best place, of course."
Zheng Quan took Wan Feng and Zhang Xian to the street and walked straight ahead until they came to a crossroads.
There are buildings at every intersection of this crossroads, some of which are three or four stories high and are ancient buildings whose construction dates are unknown.
Zheng Quan introduced proudly, "See? This is the most famous Siyunlou in Xigang District. Next to it is the very famous Puyunlou. I'll take you to try the roast chicken from Siyunlou today. The roast chicken from Siyunlou is very famous in Bohai."
Wan Feng didn't understand these things, but the Siyun Tower looked ancient and elegant, especially the black plaque with gold letters, which added to the ancient atmosphere.
The three of them just went up to the second floor and found a seat.
A waiter came running over.
This was the first time Wan Feng saw a waiter come up to serve him after his rebirth.
"Shred shark fin," "Stir-fried yellow cabbage, sea cucumber elbow, and three roast chickens."
Wan Feng almost choked to death with a breath: "Wait a minute, how big are the chickens? You want three? Are you a weasel who can eat three?"
The waiter burst out laughing.
"It's only about two pounds each."
"You want three of them, just over two pounds?"
Zheng Quan felt that this seemed like too much: "Then two?"
"Take one first, and then eat it."
"No, one isn't enough. I need one for myself. Give me two!"
While waiting for the materials, Zheng Quan enthusiastically introduced the Siyun Tower to Wan Feng and the others. It looked nothing like the building that had been beaten to a pulp more than half an hour ago.
"Siyunlou's dishes are a mix of local and Shandong cuisine, but its most famous dish is roast chicken. They usually use live chickens weighing over two pounds, about a year old, without food or water. They're slaughtered after being deprived of food and water for half a day. After bleeding, they're blanched, the feathers are removed, the old skin is washed, and the internal organs are removed. Two chicken legs are crossed and inserted into the chicken's belly to dry, then evenly coated with malt syrup. When frying the chicken, the oil temperature is kept between 80 and 90 degrees Celsius, and it's best fried until the chicken is golden brown. Then, a bag of ingredients containing more than a dozen ingredients, including scallions, ginger, mushrooms, cinnamon, Sichuan peppercorns, dried tangerine peel, cloves, sugar, and salt, is stuffed into the chicken's belly. The chicken is then cooked in aged broth, first braising it at high temperature and then simmering it until it's tender and stringy. It's incredibly delicious."
Zheng Quan's saliva was almost flowing.
After listening to Zheng Quan's introduction, Wan Feng was stunned. Is this guy a watch seller or a chef?
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