Chapter 411 Shall We Go Together?

The agreed place of transaction was outside a slaughterhouse.

There was an unpleasant smell in the surrounding air.

Zhang Heng stopped the black crowd. Not far from them, four men were playing a game of chopping fingers around a small table.

The rule of this gambling game is simply to ask the player to place one palm on the table, hold a knife in the other hand, point down, and quickly poke the gap between the fingers, whoever moves the fastest will win. It is the final winner.

The whole process is very sandy, but participating in the game is often considered a symbol of courage and guts.

The four of them were having fun, as if they hadn't noticed anyone coming.

"It's still twenty minutes from the appointed time. What should we do? Wait in the car, or should I go down and talk to them?"

"Don't be so troublesome." Zhang Heng said lightly, and directly turned on the headlights on the front of the car.

The four under the bright light could no longer continue playing the game. They stood up from their chairs with a bang, grabbed their weapons, and cursed at the same time.

The chemistry teacher opened his mouth wide, "Isn't this impolite?"

"Have you ever seen when robbers and villains are polite?" Zhang Heng said, "These four people are sitting here to show us off. They know you are an ordinary person. I bet you don't get out of the car. They won’t get up, you go to them and they will just pretend they didn’t hear, that’s the way they do things, it makes you nervous, the more you fear the next negotiation, the better for them.”

The little boy also said at this time, "Is this the place they want to trade? The nearest camera is also a kilometer away. With the current visibility, that camera can't capture anything clearly. In other words, they occupy the place here." Absolutely proactive."

The chemistry teacher was very embarrassed, "We originally agreed to trade at the place where you picked me up under the bridge, but then their person in charge answered the phone and said that their boss demanded that the trade be done on their territory, otherwise it would fall through. , I also know that this is not good, but the person in charge of this transaction on the other side assured me that it will be safe..."

"It's just an old-fashioned way of making a bad face and a bad face." Zhang Heng said, "But the lack of a camera is not entirely a bad thing. Get out of the car when you see my gestures."

"Huh?" Before the chemistry teacher understood what was going on, Zhang Heng had already opened the car door and walked out.

"Are you the driver, are you looking for death by turning on the lights so brightly?!" The man in the front was covered in tattoos and didn't even let go of his face, said viciously, "Do you know whose territory this is? .”

"It's been more than two hundred years, and you guys still haven't made much progress. You can only pretend to be tough by relying on large numbers of people and poor makeup. It's really disappointing," Zhang Heng said calmly, "In this case, today I Let me show you what real evil is."

"What crazy things are you bastard talking about?! I'm really impatient." The guy covered in ghost tattoos stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Heng's collar while talking.

"What should I do?" The chemistry teacher in the car was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot at this moment, "Why did you suddenly start doing something? There must be some misunderstanding here. They may not know what we are here for. I'll go down and talk to them."

The little boy reached out and pressed the chemistry teacher's shoulder, "You heard what the guy said before getting out of the car, let him handle this matter, just wait for the signal in the car."

Having said that, there was obviously a look of worry in the little boy's eyes.

However, the next moment she saw the tattooed man kneel down on the ground, clutching his neck suddenly, his face flushed red like a fish out of water, trying to open his mouth, but he couldn't breathe any air.

The remaining three looked at each other, and they all saw shock in each other's eyes.

Zhang Heng shook his hands, "Shall we go together?"

Unlike the quick fight against the casino thugs before, this time Zhang Heng not only had to deal with the four guys in front of him, but also beat them as much as possible to make them feel scared.

Just now, his punch directly hit the tattooed man's trachea, allowing the latter to experience the thrill of suffocation. Now the tattooed man's tragedy has obviously affected his three companions, but these Albanians He attaches great importance to the quality of fearlessness, and cowards cannot survive in this cruel and dark environment.

Therefore, the three of them were only slightly stunned, and immediately rushed over. One of them swung an iron hook for hanging pork and smashed it at the top of Zhang Heng's head. The knife came and stabbed him right through.

Zhang Heng pulled out his newly bought knife and brought out a bunch of bloody flowers. He said to the unlucky ghost, "I will find a hospital for treatment within 20 minutes. You don't have to be disabled. You can choose for yourself."

However, the young man with an injured wrist, not only did not flinch, but was aroused with all his blood, let go of the bleeding wrist, roared, and rushed forward again.

"Courage is commendable, but it's a pity that you're an idiot. Do you really think you can still hang out here after being disabled?" Zhang Heng smashed the nose of a guy who was sneaking up from behind with his elbow while talking, "This line of work is amazing. There is no such thing as respecting the old, caring for the young, and being courteous to the disabled.”

For the last person, Zhang Heng chose to break one of the opponent's legs and let him howl on the ground. At this time, the brave guy rushed up again. Zhang Heng stood still until the opponent had rushed to him. In front of him, Zhang Heng turned sideways, easily passed the innocuous attack, and then pressed his knee hard on the guy's lower abdomen.

This time, the world finally became quiet again.

Zhang Heng put away the jackknife in his hand, walked up to the tattooed man who was placed first, grabbed his hair, and dragged him three meters away on the ground, before the four of them were playing games. In front of the small table, he put the latter's head on the table, and with the other hand, he grabbed the knife stuck on the table.

"Which eye do you prefer, the left or the right?"

The latter could no longer maintain his previous image of a tough guy, tears and snot gushed out together, leaving only the most primitive and instinctive fear of human beings in his mind.

Until the next moment a voice sounded.

"enough."

An old man dressed like a butcher in a leather apron, but with a well-trimmed beard and hair came out of the slaughterhouse, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the blood on his hands, "Sorry, Forgive my poor memory, my friend, have we met before?"