Brother Gong's impatience is expected in Lao Han's opinion, if you want not to show up, unless you want to shock this group of people, so that they don't dare to mention the matter of showing up, and then honestly help Gao Leng.

It takes skill, but also courage, to deal with people on the road, and to have a way to deal with them.

Lao Han, understand this method.

The one called the one with the hair on his head, a pinch of yellow hair on his head, looked about thirty years old, presumably Brother Gong's right-hand man, as soon as he heard it, he immediately stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves as he walked, without saying a word, gritted his teeth and walked directly to Lao Han's side, stretched out his hand, but a paw directly probed Gao Leng's head.

There was a crunch.

The old hanger was quick-eyed, opened his hand, stood up suddenly, and then took a few steps forward and glared at him fiercely, without giving in.

Brother Gong's face darkened, this is his field, and there is still such a subordinate watching here, smashing the field and smashing it on his head?! He slammed the beer bottle on the coffee table.

Seeing this, he stretched out his middle finger and pointed at Lao Hang: "Come to worship the mountain, come to ask people to do things, you have to have the appearance of asking people to do things, either politely take the money, or see some blood! You fucking two come to talk to people, and you don't even learn the rules on the road?!

For a time, it was full of firepower.

A group of brothers behind him took a few steps forward, and their hands reached out to their waists, revealing the snowy daggers on their waists, all of which were engraved with the word 'bow'.

Brother Gong sneered, lowered his eyes and ignored them.

"Please?" the old hanger laughed.

The laughter is full of anger, echoing in the living room, making people hairy.

"Laugh at the fart!" "Laugh at the laughter, the hair was a little startled, and the voice became louder.

Sound can strengthen courage, but it cannot raise momentum.

Brother Gong's face changed, he looked at Lao Hang seriously, only to see that he had one hand in his pocket, and the other hand was naturally hanging down, without nervous trembling or clenching his fists.

Brother Gong is a person who is good at observing details, in terms of details, he only sees that Lao Hang is full of indifference, and he is still so calm on this hurdle, I think there are a few brushes, he thought.

"Okay, we will abide by Brother Gong's rules. After Lao Hang finished laughing, he stretched out his hand and shook his fist at Brother Gong, then pulled the bag behind him and fell down violently.

Bang bang bang, a few sounds.

More than 200,000 yuan, a bundle of brand-new renminbi smashed on the coffee table, knocked down a few beer bottles, and was dazzlingly red.

Lao Hang stretched out his hand, took out a bundle, pulled the wrapped note, and threw it on the body of the hair, and for a while red tickets flew all over the sky: "I haven't counted how much money is here, do you want to check the authenticity?" ”

A little ghost, full of sarcasm, but only at the mouth, not at Brother Gong.

Everyone looked at Lao Hang in surprise and opened their mouths slightly.

Unexpected.

Brother Gong's face changed more and more, he was sensitive to money, he was sensitive when he was young, this team was at least 200,000, besides, there was no need to test it at all, he knew it was money when he smelled it.

The smell of money is the best smell in the world for him.

This is a big deal, and he showed up the money before he started talking, at least the person who came did have power, and he immediately dispelled the idea that Gao Leng was a spy.

No spy took so much money to smash the field, and people were not so stupid.

"Rule one, money, given to you, what other rules? Oh, yes, blood. The old hanger stretched out his hand with a smile, took a beer bottle, and suddenly threw it into the air with a force.

Just now Lao Hang smashed him with money, and at this time he thought that Lao Hang was going to beat him with a beer bottle again, so he was so frightened that he instinctively shrank his head, and held his head with his hand, looking like a rat.

Unexpectedly, the wine bottle was thrown into the air, and it turned around, and returned to Lao Hang's hand with a snap.

Brother Gong's face darkened, it was already clear who was strong and who was weak, his subordinates and Gao Leng's subordinates were not of the same grade at all.

Hu Qimao obviously didn't have the heart to pay attention to the boss's unhappiness, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but unfortunately, the anger was still relieved.

There was a muffled sound, followed by the sound of glass slag falling to the ground.

Brother Gong's mouth opened wide in surprise.

I saw the old hanger laughing, suddenly picked up the beer bottle and slammed it on his head, and with a bang, the beer bottle shattered to the ground.

Only half of it remained in the hands of Lao Hang.

Blood, and wine, flowed from under the old hanging hat, but he was fine, but there was no cruelty in his eyes, as if he was just making a gesture of pulling his hair, only showing his eyebrows with a smile in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to wipe it away lightly.

He turned his head and raised an eyebrow at the smack.

He made a teasing sound, and then stretched out his finger and flicked it into his mouth.

The blood bounced to the hairy face, and it bounced all over the face.

is obviously an old hanger with blood, but he is good, but his face is full of horror and embarrassment

It was so sudden that everyone was stunned.

Brother Gong had seen a big scene in the end, and although he was surprised, he looked at Gao Leng, but saw Gao Leng crossing Erlang's legs, lowering his head and frowning and looking at his watch with dissatisfaction.

It seemed to be delaying his time.

Just this little brother's courage is hard to underestimate, so who is this person? Brother Gong was a little bottomless in his heart, and glanced at Gao Leng with some emptiness.

"This" Brother Gong couldn't sit still, with a smile on his face.

I saw the money and blood, but I haven't figured out where Gao Leng came from, it's not good if I really offend the Buddha, Brother Gong just spoke, but he suddenly stopped.

The gangsterism in the old hanger's eyes made him a little frightened.

Lao Hang didn't pay attention to Brother Gong at all, just took a few steps forward, stared at the hair, and pressed forward step by step.

The hair is stepped back.

until they retreated behind the people behind them.

"Imp. Lao Hang stretched out his hand, pointed to his face, the blood on his face flowed down vigorously, and then pointed to the money on the coffee table, and then put his hand on the shoulder of the hair, patted it, and asked closely: "Brother Gong's rules are observed?"

He only looked at Lao Hang's eyes for less than a second, and hurriedly moved away.

The gangsterism in the old hanger's eyes made him tremble, he naturally had no backbone, and subconsciously glanced at Brother Gong, only to see Brother Gong hurriedly nodding at him, so he hurriedly put on a smile: "This big brother, guard." ”

"Good. The old hanger laughed: "Very good." ”

The little brother behind him also hurriedly covered the dagger on his waist with his clothes, laughing together, but they all took a few steps back.

There was an indescribable deterrence on the old hanging.

"Then let me tell you about our rules. Lao Hang hooked his shoulder with one hand.

Yes!!!!!

A scream of pain was heard, and he fell to his knees.

"Our rules are similar to yours, except we don't want money or blood, but if our people see blood, then we can't help it, young man, you have to pay it back, and it's a hundred times. The old hanger's vicious voice came.

Yes!!!!!

Another roar came, and the hairs were planted on the ground, and there was no sound.