Since Zhen Mingbitter beat up a beggar who bullied a new old woman and a little girl ten days ago, he has a more outlaw temperament on him, and few people dare to provoke him easily.

Today's Zhen Mingku, who is not much different from other beggars, is dressed in rags, has unkempt hair, has a scruffy beard, and is draped in a straw-woven robe, curled up in a ball, squatting in the corner, his eyes half-squinted, lazily basking in the sun.

It's just that he is very different from other beggars, compared to those beggars who emit a foul smell, have dirt on their faces, and have yellow teeth, he is obviously much drier and whiter, and standing among them, he is simply a nobleman among beggars, and he seems to stand out from the crowd, almost blinding the eyes of passers-by.

Every morning, he will come to this alley early, guard the back door of the Hongxing Courtyard, as soon as the door opens, he will follow others to line up behind the line, receive a bowl of porridge, two steamed buns, after eating, he wanders around on crutches, returns to the broken temple at night to sleep for a night, gets up in the morning and goes to the Luohe River to wash up, and then walks a few kilometers to the alley at the back gate of this compound in the west of the city, waiting for porridge to be used as rehabilitation training.

After eating the only fixed breakfast of the day, he wandered around Luoyang City with other beggars, occasionally begging for a copper plate or two in exchange for a bowl of fragrant rice.

Over the past month, he has visited most places in the west of Luoyang City, walked around a lot, and his body has improved a little, and he no longer needs to use crutches, but he still coughs badly.

On this day, he lined up to receive porridge and steamed buns as usual, and after eating, he squatted in the corner and basked in the sun comfortably.

An old woman on crutches came from afar, and said to him worriedly: "Young man, go quickly, the man you beat last time came with the people of the Hejian Association, and if you don't leave, it will be too late." ”

Zhen Ming raised his head and glanced at the old woman, a few days ago, this Lin Po took her five-year-old granddaughter to the door to line up to beg for porridge, but was driven away by a group of people, he easily cleaned up those people, although he was injured and weak, but it was more than enough to deal with a few beggars and hooligans.

He smiled at her, "It's okay, is your granddaughter feeling better?" The fever is gone, right? ”

"Well, it's okay anymore, it's all for the hungry, just eat something, if it weren't for you, young man, our mother-in-law and grandson would have starved to death on the streets."

As the old woman was talking, an arrogant shout sounded in the distance: "What kind of thing is not long-eyed, even the people of my river association dare to move, and live impatiently?" ”

The crowd automatically gave way to a way.

Seeing this, the old woman hurriedly walked away, not daring to talk to Zhen Mingbitter again.

A beggar, who was as fat as a Japanese sumo wrestler and had a fierce face, led four or five arrogant beggars with sticks in his hands, and walked towards Zhen Mingku.

"Boss, it's him! That's him! ”

One of them, with gauze wrapped around his face and mouth high and swollen, cowered behind the fat beggar, revealing half of his face and pointing at Zhen Mingku.

The fat beggar frowned, looking at Zhen Ming, who was thin and coughing, with a trace of doubt on his face, obviously not believing that the person in front of him could beat his fellow countryman like this.

"You beat my fellow like this?"

Zhen Mingkuan stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks, "You're welcome, it's given away for free, what advice do you have?" ”

The fat beggar was a little surprised by his calmness, looked at the other party, and asked, "It's not a small guts, let's say, where are you?" What level? Don't know our rules here? ”

Zhen Ming said nonchalantly: "I know, isn't it whose fists are hard, who is the boss, I don't help or faction, I'm all beggars, and I'm not so poor." ”

"Okay, take the seed! You mean your fists are hard enough? I have begged for half my life, built canals and escaped, suffered famine, fought, eaten dead pork pulled up in the stinky ditch, and also eaten leftovers from Luoyang Restaurant, I have never seen anything in the world, I have never seen you so ignorant of the rules, say, which hand do you want? ”

Zhen Ming said lightly: "Both hands." ”

"I will fulfill you, you come with me." The fat beggar said, beckoning to Zhen Mingku, turning around and walking towards a dark alley in the alley, the people behind him laughed strangely, looking at Zhen Mingku's eyes as if he was looking at a stupid person who was about to be unlucky.

"Don't go, young man, he'll kill you." The old woman whispered a reminder in the crowd.

Zhen Mingku's face didn't matter, and followed the fat beggar named Feilong into the small alley in the alley.

……

Ten minutes later.

Including the fat dragon who had eaten the leftover from the emperor, a total of six people were lying in the alley, humming in their mouths, none of them could get up, and the sticks were scattered all over the ground.

Zhen Ming sat on the fat belly of the beggar named Fat Dragon, held a stick in his hand, knocked on Fat Dragon's head, coughed, and asked, "Do you still want this fat head?" ”

The fat dragon nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes." ”

"I'll cut it out and put it in your pocket, so who, do you have a kitchen knife to lend me?"

"No kitchen knife, no kitchen knife, don't borrow him!" The fat dragon was so frightened that his face turned white, shook his head, and shook the fat on his face and neck: "Good man, don't head the little one, don't head it." ”

"Don't, just cut it down and throw it away."

The fat dragon was so anxious that he was about to cry: "You can't cut it, you can't cut it, just put your head on your neck, the hero spares his life, it's the small one who doesn't know Mount Tai, he offended you, you have a lot of adults, spare the small one, what do you have in the future, the small ones and the brothers of the Hejian Township Association are willing to go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire for you, and they don't give up, and they are not heroes if they blink their eyes!" ”

Zhen Mingku, who thought of the fierce fat dragon just now, suddenly turned into a fat worm, and couldn't help laughing: "Just a bunch of fat meat for you, still go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire?" ”

He patted the fat dragon on the stomach, stood up, and said, "Your head will be placed on your head for the time being, and in the future, I will see the people of your fellow townsmen cutting into the queue to make trouble, disobeying the order, bullying the old people and children, and you yourself came to me with a kitchen knife." ”

"The little one understands, the little one understands." The fat dragon agreed.

Zhen Mingku stood up, patted the dust on his body, and walked out of the alley.

Outside the alley, the beggars who were watching all automatically retreated three feet away from him, looking at him with a look like a monster.

I don't know where this yellow-skinned, skinny tuberculosis got so much strength, just a flick of the flick, can throw a fat beggar weighing two or three hundred catties out five or six meters away.

What made them feel even more incredible was that they didn't know what Zhen Mingku's action was, just an elbow strike, sideways dodge, push, and in a few seconds, all five beggars were knocked to the ground, and none of them could get up.

And he just coughed a few times, his face was not red and he was not panting.

"What's your name?"

As soon as Zhen Mingku walked out of the alley, a crisp and pleasant girl's voice sounded.