An Ning said so seriously that everyone stopped talking. I smiled and said, "Okay, I believe you, let's have a drink later!"

"Brother Chen, look at whether those people are causing trouble again!" Tang Meng pointed to a stall not far ahead. Five or six gangster-looking boys were gesticulating in front of a stall. The age of the stall owner

Similar to us, there was a girl standing next to him.

"They seem to be quarreling. Look at those people, they don't look like good people!" An Ning pointed at their atmosphere and said.

I nodded, "Let's go and have a look!"

Yaoyao pulled me and said, "Chen, let's not go over and look at each other. What if we start a fight?"

"We're not fighting, we're just watching the excitement. It's okay, let's go!" I pulled Yaoyao, Xiong Shuai and the others followed me and walked over. We just stood aside and watched this group of people and the stall owner.

The stall owner's head is wrapped in a hat made of floral cloth, which is very trendy and fashionable. He has tall and slanting eyebrows, slender and sharp black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, and sharp outlines. He is slender, tall and tall.

Not rugged in stature, he was cold and aloof, yet arrogant. Facing these six gangsters of the same age, he was alone, but he exuded a strength that arrogated the world. Standing next to him was a girl who looked...

She was like a teenager. Facing these gangsters, she only relied on this man.

Another reason why I noticed him was because of the things he sold, including arm bars and baseball bats. In the middle of the one-square-meter stall, there were several daggers lying quietly reflecting the light of the street lights.

Xiong Shuai and Tian Qing were curious and wanted to take a closer look, but I stopped them and said, "Come back, you didn't see a fight coming, come here quickly."

There are more and more people watching. This night market mainly relies on students from women's colleges and art colleges to support these vendors. Most of them are not locals, but they are bullied by local gangsters. I have seen such guys collecting protection fees.

There are too many, and the only blame is that the vendors can't work together. If we work together to kill them once, I believe they won't dare to collect protection fees next time.

"Huawu Street, this time you must pay me the money you paid last time, otherwise you won't be able to stay here in the future. If you are sensible, just pay me honestly."

"Pay the money, damn, are you going to pay it or not?" One of the gangsters, Huang Mao, was wearing the same clothes as Tianqing and Mengzi. If we go there, others will definitely think of them as gangsters.

I smiled, nodded at the stall owner named Hua Wu Street, and said to Xiong Shuai and the others, "I bet that this man from Hua Wu Street is definitely not afraid of trouble."

"Come on, I'm treating you like a half-immortal! Do you think you are the director? If this fight really breaks out, that kid will definitely be beaten to death!" Xiong Shuai said proudly, and then took out a cigarette and handed it to me.

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I took the cigarette and smiled, "I just have this feeling. His name is very personal. If you dare to sell knives at the night market, you are not afraid of people who buy knives. What are you buying knives for?"
Chapter completed!