Chapter 771: A Cloud-piercing Arrow

Song Chu raised his eyebrows, and snatched Jiang Sanshao's gun in the blink of an eye as soon as he stretched out his hand!

Jiang Sanshao didn't slow down, and the gun in his hand was gone.

Song Chuyang dismantled the magazine of the pistol very domineeringly, and while pulling the bullets to the ground one by one, he said: "I saw the angel this morning, and I was in a very good mood, but you scared my little angel, and I am in a very low mood now!"

Jiang Sanshao didn't expect Song Chuyang to be so fast, he was stupid for five or six seconds, and hurriedly took two steps back to keep a certain distance from him.

But Jiang Sanshao is the boss after all, and he still has to maintain his majesty in front of a gang of minions.

There were so many people present that one person could give him a stick, even if he was a Da Luo Immortal, he would be beaten down.

At that moment, Jiang Sanshao regained his composure: "Song Chuyang, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me." Do you think I don't know you're a little security guard at Juyou International?"

Jiang Sanshao casually came to a big man and took his baseball bat, and pointed at Song Chuyang: "What do you think a few guard dogs from the security department can do to us?"

"Blasting out the people outside and locking the gate!" Jiang Sanshao is also the boss after all, and fights and brawls are commonplace, so it is smooth to talk about this set of scaring words: "Let's catch turtles in an urn!"

Song Chuyang looked at his watch and sneered: "That's a good point! I'll catch you, the big king, today!"

A few minutes ago, the other side of Sunan City......

Yang Shaoqi was flipping through the case file at his desk when he heard a WeChat prompt.

Clicking on the app, he was suddenly shocked.

Yang Shaoqi knows Song Chuyang's personality, and he usually chats privately with him, and will not send boring messages in the group of the gray power boss.

The message is so short, it should be too late to send more words, it seems that things are very tricky on Song Chuyang's side!

Another message popped up on WeChat, Yang Shaoqi looked at the address, and immediately picked up his mobile phone and started calling.

"Hey, it's me, I'll send you an address later, give you five minutes, and take all the brothers and friends I can call to outflank that place!" Yang Shaoqi said unusually calmly.

"Remember, the more people, the better. But act in a low-key manner, hide the tools, and don't alarm the strips. I don't know what happened to Song Chuyang's side, so he instructed the other party two more sentences: "Don't act rashly after you get there, wait for my further instructions!"

The little brother on the other end of the phone immediately ran out after receiving the call, and shouted to all the stalls outside the door: "Brother Yang has spoken, put down all your business, and follow me immediately!"

Then he whispered to his companions in the house, "Leave two people to watch the stall, and the rest will follow me!"

Just now, the stall owners of the bustling food street said to the customers in unison: "I'm sorry, I closed the stall today, and I will come back tomorrow." ”

"Alas, you haven't given me the fish balls yet, how can you say that the door will be closed when it is closed?" shouted the customer of the fish ball stall very dissatisfied.

The stall owner was also very happy, and took double the money from the cash box and gave it to the customer: "I will pay you double!"

The customer took the money, put it in his pocket, and saw that the boss's stall didn't even confiscate the stall, only took out the money in the cash box and put it in his pocket and ran away with the shouting brother.

"Wow, don't you want this guy to eat?" The customer was surprised to see the owners of this food street behaving like this: "Is this going to be reincarnated?"

The cleaning uncle who swept the floor next to him laughed twice: "Young man, you don't know, in the past, many people on this street came to collect protection money. has been stripped of several layers of skin in a month, and the shops here are almost unable to survive, and they complain all day long. ”

When the customer heard this, he was a little confused: "What does that have to do with this?"

Seeing that the stall owners of this snack street were all gone, and the people were gradually dispersed, the uncle lit a cigarette and took a deep breath: "Later, the Tianmu Gang united most of the snobbery in southern Jiangsu, and also established a rule that protection fees are not allowed indiscriminately!"

"Ah, the Grey Forces don't charge protection money, did I hear me right?" the customer opened his mouth wide and felt like he had heard explosive news.

"Alas, Tianmu has now become the largest gang in southern Jiangsu, ending the dispute between multiple factions," the uncle looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, slowly spit out a cigarette, and continued, "The meaning passed down from above is that these people who do small business are already greedy for money early and dark, and it is not easy to make money. If you want to earn the money of the poor without conscience, it is really intolerable.

"Wow, domineering side leaks! Sounds so benevolent!" the customer thoughtfully said.

"Yes, from now on, there will be no thugs on this street to make trouble for three days," the uncle smiled happily, "and the other small gangs know that this street is covered by a canopy, and they don't dare to cause trouble easily." The big guy does things honestly, makes money with his ability, and is indescribably down-to-earth and satisfied. If there's something going on in the gang, can these people help?"

"Well, uncle, how do you know so much detail?" asked the customer, puzzled.

The uncle did not answer the young man's question, but threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

Then, he swept the cigarette butt into the dustpan, and said as he walked: "Old, old, shouldn't ask about the rivers and lakes anymore!"

The young man looked at the uncle's somewhat rickety back with admiration: Presumably the uncle was also a leader when he was young!

In the basement here, Song Chuyang's words deeply stimulated Sanshao.

Song Chuyang opened his mouth and said, "You are such a bastard, I will teach you a lesson for your parents!"

As soon as he heard this, Sanshao suddenly exploded!

It turned out that Sanshao's parents died at the hands of a tycoon-level boss, which was Sanshao's inner pain, and no one dared to touch it at ordinary times.

"Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning! Give it to me, and smash his kid into a pulp for me!" The third young man was angry, but he still didn't dare to do it himself, and commanded a few minions to beat Song Chuyang.

As soon as the words fell, the monkey-faced man who had just disappeared at the door ran over: "Boss, the monitor shows that twenty or thirty people suddenly gathered at the door, and there are also people wearing aprons, who look like masters selling snacks." ”

Jiang Sanshao directly patted him on the head with his hand: "You are sick! Don't you see that I am going to beat people? Hurry up and bomb them away!"

The monkey-faced man was in pain, shrunk his neck, and didn't dare to speak.

Jiang Sanshao turned his head to this Song Chuyang: "Okay, it seems that your kid is not only in charge of the security department, is he also in charge of the canteen master!"

After speaking, several big men around him also burst into laughter.

"Sanshao, the situation is indeed a little wrong, the monitor shows that more and more people are gathering at the door, and our street has been fenced off. The man in glasses also ran in.

Jiang Sanshao also felt that the situation was wrong, looked at Song Chuyang and said, "What tricks are you doing?"

Song Chuyang fiddled with his hair and said calmly: "The show is still to come!"

"Bang!", there was a loud bang at the secret door upstairs!

Everyone downstairs was startled by the loud noise.

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