"Old man, don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person. I just thought of something, so I stopped and blocked your stall. I'm so sorry. Herbal tea, right? A bowl of it, one hundred yuan, no need to look for it!"

"Ah? Sir, you are too polite. Ten yuan is enough for a bowl of herbal tea!"

Seeing that Yaoyang really didn't look like a gangster collecting protection money, the old man felt relieved and hurriedly brought a bowl of herbal tea, took the money, and opened his pocket again, ready to make change.

The change that the old man took out was scattered, all in pieces of one or two yuan, which Yaoyang had not seen for a long time.

"Old man, you really don't need to ask for it, just consider it a tip from me!"

Seeing that the old man was still counting, Yaoyang couldn't help but affirmed again.

"But my herbal tea shop hasn't accepted tips for decades!" The old man seemed to be very honest. He stopped making change but kept talking.

"Can this also be called a shop?"

Yaoyang looked around at the so-called herbal tea shop. The sun and moon were above his head, and there was no cover on all sides. There was just a table and a few bowls of herbal tea, and he said:

"I haven't collected it before, and it will be the same if I start collecting it today!"

Saying that, Yaoyang didn't want to talk more about tips, so he changed the topic and said curiously:

"Old man, you are still working at such an old age. Where are your children?"

"My bastard son goes out and fools around every day. Where can I find anyone?"

The old man seemed to have forgotten about the tip for the time being, sighed and responded.

Yaoyang understood it as soon as he heard it, and did not mention it. He took a sip of herbal tea, felt cool and comfortable, and praised:

"Good tea, I'm very good at making it!"

"Hahaha……"

The old man finally smiled and said cheerfully:

"Sir, I'm not boasting. I, Zhang Rongsheng, have been making this herbal tea for thirty years. The reputation among the neighbors has always been good. No one has ever said anything bad about it. That's why that little brat Zihao won't inherit my mantle. Otherwise...

"

"Really? Then I want to taste more!"

Yaoyang continued to drink tea and started chatting with the old man.

Soon, after finishing the bowl of tea, Yaoyang got up and was about to leave the old man, but he didn't know what was going on. Then he remembered the issue of one hundred yuan, and he held Yaoyang tightly and refused to let him go, demanding change.

How could Yaoyang care about someone who earns a hundred or tens of dollars? The old man couldn't stop him from making money at will. At this moment, a young male voice full of anger came:

“You bastard, you’re such a grown-up, and you’re even bullying my old man?”

"kindness?"

Before Yaoyang understood what was going on, he felt an evil wind coming from the back of his head. He twisted his body, turned one hand into a claw, and turned along the body. It was completely instinctive. Yaoyang not only turned around immediately, but also grabbed

"Evil wind" after living.

A closer look revealed that "Evil Wind" was a hand, and the owner of the hand was a young man, in his twenties, with a crew cut, and a bit of arrogance.

The man didn't seem to expect that Yaoyang could turn around in an instant and grab his hand. He was taken aback, and immediately reached out with another hand to clasp Yaoyang's hand.

To be honest, the man reacted very quickly, and his attack speed was not slow, and he also used some familiar routines, which aroused Yaoyang's great interest.

Yaoyang didn't move, letting the man grab his hand.

"Let me go!"

After the man grabbed Yaoyang, he seemed very confident. He used his wrist forcefully at a weird angle to force the opponent to bend one hand.

But no matter how hard he tried, Yaoyang's hands were "like iron" and would not move at all.

And the man just made it clear to Yaoyang:

No wonder it felt so familiar to me. What this man used was basically what was taught in the police academy, police grappling.

"Are you a policeman?"

Yaoyang immediately asked. But the man didn't answer. He seemed very dissatisfied, and whipped his right leg towards Yaoyang again, trying to make him let go. The young man attacked himself first, and even after being captured, he refused to let go. Yaoyang was a little annoyed.

Already.

"Get down!"

Seeing the young man lift his feet and twitch his legs, Yaoyang seized the opportunity, grabbed the other man's hand with one hand and pushed it to the ground.

The young man's strength was completely inferior to Yaoyang's. In addition, his center of gravity was unstable after lifting his feet. He failed to pull out his whip legs and was instantly pushed to the ground, leaving him in disgrace.

"Stop it, stop it, sir, it's a misunderstanding!"

"Ayan, there's a misunderstanding!"

At this moment, the old man selling herbal tea finally reacted and trotted over. He obviously knew the young man. He begged Yaoyang and called the young man's name.

The young man looked very impulsive and unruly. After getting up, he showed no sign of weakness and greeted:

"Uncle Zhang, don't be afraid, just get out of the way first, I will definitely seek justice for you!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and clenched his fist, wanting to start a fight with Yaoyang.

"That's enough, Ayan, it's really just a misunderstanding!"

The old man with herbal tea quickly stopped him, grabbed the other person, and began to explain in a low voice.

It turned out that the young people saw Yaoyang entangled with the old man and thought that Yaoyang had robbed the old man of his money or was collecting protection money.

But this young man also knows the old man of herbal tea. He knows that this old man’s life is not easy. Every time he comes to Lantian, he drinks a few bowls of herbal tea as a way of taking care of his business.

After seeing this situation today, of course I had to take action. After hearing the old man explain the misunderstanding, the young man was not embarrassed at all. He rubbed his sore wrist, walked up to Yaoyang, and said curiously:

"You are so powerful, who are you?"

"What about you? Who are you? You attacked me for no reason and you don't even say sorry?"

Yaoyang looked with interest at the young man who was a head shorter than him but had a stern look in his eyes.

"I didn't beat you at all, so I'm sorry. I was the one who suffered the loss before!"

The young man's answer was also very interesting. He didn't think he was wrong and said hard.

"Ah!"

With a chuckle, Yaoyang was too lazy to entangle with the other party. He raised his feet and planned to leave. He quickly went back to find Zhan Mizi and found out the specific location.

Unexpectedly, the young man would have a strong interest in Yaoyang. He followed up and said with a familiar face:

"I haven't seen you in Lantian. You've just moved here? You're so good at martial arts. Do you know kung fu? Where did you learn it?"

"Are you familiar with Lantian? Everyone knows him?"

Yaoyang replied casually.

"I come here two days a week. Although not everyone knows you, if you are a local with your figure, I should have heard of or know you."

The young man explained with a tone of "I can tell you are not a local".

"oh?"

Hearing this, Yaoyang became interested and couldn't help but ask:

"Since you are so familiar with it, have you ever heard of a field shooting range in Lantian?"

"Why are you asking about this?"

There was a hint of vigilance in the young man's tone. But it was this hint of vigilance that made Yaoyang overjoyed.

Obviously, the other party has heard of it and even knows the location!

On the surface, Yaoyang remained calm and said indifferently: "What else can I do, of course, practice shooting!"

After hearing Yaoyang's answer, the young man looked at the other person's demeanor, perhaps feeling that he was not lying, and said doubtfully:

"You know how to shoot?"

"Practice for a few days!"

Yaoyang answered honestly.

"kindness!"

The young man thought for about ten seconds and suddenly said:

"Okay, I happen to be going to a shooting range. I'll take you there. We'll compete with each other in shooting skills later. I can't beat you with fists and kicks. As for shooting skills, I'm very interested in knowing how good you are!"

"What do you call it?"

Yaoyang was even happier because he finally found an organization, and couldn't help but ask about the young man's name.

"My name is Li Haoyang! What's yours?"

the young man asked back.

"Lei Yaoyang!" After announcing his name, Yaoyang began to follow the young man.

…

It's different when you have acquaintances. Soon, under the leadership of Li Haoyang, the Lantian trail turned left and right, and finally turned to a place that looked like a shabby car repair shop.
To be continued...