Chapter 2917 Ye Zhengrong

He was afraid, afraid that when he saw George Marbot, he couldn't help but think of Lenny Ketterly, and couldn't help but want to beat him up. He didn't want to do this, he knew George Marbot's difficulties, but that didn't mean he could forgive George Marbot.

Looking at Ye Qian's leaving back, George Mabot felt a sense of loss, as if something was suddenly taken from his body, and he became empty. "Ye Qian!" George Mabot shouted.

Ye Qian paused slightly, without turning his head. "Are we still friends?" asked George Marbot. Ye Qian paused slightly, did not speak, and walked away.

This is the wordless answer, the answer without an answer, and often the best answer. Because Ye Qian didn't know how to answer him.

It's still the night, it's still the street, it's still the same as yesterday, but Ye Qian's heart is more sentimental. What could be worse than watching your brother die in front of you? Ye Qian felt so powerless, he didn't like this feeling, this feeling of powerlessness.

Some of the street lamps on the street were damaged, and the road could be seen vaguely by the moonlight. The pedestrians were desolate, and it looked a little cold, as if it was more frightening than the night in the mountains. Indeed, when people are used to the bright lights of big cities, suddenly, when it gets dark, it will make people feel very insecure.

After passing through an intersection, Ye Qian entered an alley. Just about to go in, suddenly, a bright light flashed. Ye Qian frowned slightly, and stopped in his tracks. He knew exactly what that light was, it was the moonlight reflected by the dagger, Ye Qian was already very sensitive after so many years of experience.

Ye Qian crawled forward, like a lion, carefully groped into the depths of the alley. In the depths of the alley, there were vague figures, and when they were about ten meters away, Ye Qian stopped. This is a good distance to avoid their gaze, and it is also the best distance for him to observe each other, and also, the best distance for him to burst into a sprint.

Four people, two tied to one, and one standing opposite.

"I have been with you for more than a month, and finally let us find a chance. I didn't expect your driver to be so good at fighting, and we lost several brothers." One of them slammed his knee hard, and hit the tied one. The belly of a middle-aged man said angrily.

"It's him?" Ye Qian frowned, thinking secretly.

"Huluo was bullied by dogs in Pingyang, and Longyou was bullied by shrimps in shallow water. I have nothing to say when it fell into your hands today." The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "However, I want to know who sent you here."

"You know the rules on the road." The man with the scar on the opposite side shook the dagger in his hand and said, "Actually, so what if you know? I will send you on the road tonight. On Huangquan Road, you don't Blame our brothers, we are just taking people's money to eliminate disasters."

"Brother, why are you talking so much nonsense to him, let's get rid of him quickly, and then take the money and leave." Said the thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. The middle-aged man in front of him is not an ordinary person. Although he has done a lot of murder and arson, he still has some scruples and fears in his heart when he wants to kill the middle-aged man, and he casts his eyes uneasily at the entrance of the alley.

Slightly nodding his head, the man with the scar handed the dagger to the fat man beside him, and said, "Second brother, you do it!"

The fat man responded, took the dagger, glanced at the middle-aged man, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the dagger pierced fiercely towards his chest. The middle-aged man closed his eyes, no longer resisting, a word was wrong, and everything was lost. Even though he was unwilling, but at this moment, he couldn't change anything. If you lose, you lose!

At this critical moment, when the fat man's dagger was about to pierce the middle-aged man's chest, suddenly, a figure flashed past. The huge impact force sent the fat man who weighed more than two hundred catties flying several meters away. Ye Qian stopped, just standing next to the middle-aged man, stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, pulled it out forcefully, and kicked out with his foot, kicking the thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks to the wall.

The whole movement is done in one go, there is no extra movement, hearty!

When the three reacted, Ye Qian had already pulled the middle-aged man to stand not far away. The rope on the middle-aged man's body has also been untied. It's not that Ye Qian doesn't want to leave, but that this is a dead end.

When the three found out that the driver who saved the life was not the middle-aged man's driver, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They are already riding a tiger, and this middle-aged man must be removed today, otherwise, they will have no place to stand. If this middle-aged man were allowed to escape, not only would he take revenge on them, but even their employers might not let them go. Moreover, thinking of the high bonus, they were not willing to give up.

Money is the devil, it can make a person forget about life and death and danger!

The three of them approached step by step, forming a fan-shaped encirclement, obviously afraid of them escaping. The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Qian, smiled boldly, and said, "Boy, not bad, where is he from?" He thought that he had fallen into Pingyang and was going to die here today, but he didn't expect that there would be a change in his heart. Can't help but ignite hope.

Ye Qian didn't answer, but stared closely at the three men in front of him. Ye Qian can tell that these people are not ordinary people in the world, they are obviously trained, to deal with them, we must be careful.

The middle-aged man slightly elbowed Ye Qianfang, the two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and suddenly moved. Preemptively strike others, and then strike against others. The two started at the same time and rushed towards the three people on the opposite side.

However, Ye Qian suddenly discovered that the person on the other side obviously didn't take him seriously, after passing him by, he concentrated his strength to attack the middle-aged man. Ye Qian frowned slightly, feeling a little underestimated, smiled coldly, turned around and rushed towards the crowd.

The middle-aged man is hard to beat with two fists and four hands. Obviously, he has already lost. If this continues, he may not be able to support it for a long time. If he was killed by others in his own hands, then Ye Qian would really lose face, and if it spreads to the Tao, he still doesn't know how to be laughed at.

"I don't know how to live or die!" Fatty snorted coldly, and turned to meet Ye Qian. Although he was fat, but his movements were very fast. In the blink of an eye, the dagger in his hand was already in front of Ye Qian. Ye Qian sideways, avoided his dagger, and hit his neck with an elbow. The fat man staggered, fell out, and fell to the ground.

Ye Qian didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, and hurriedly ran towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was clearly exhausted, with multiple stab wounds on his body, and his clothes were stained red with blood. However, the middle-aged man didn't show any fear or fear. Instead, he grinned and said, "Boy, that's interesting!" He said with pride!

Turning his head to look at the middle-aged man, Ye Qian said: "I'll come!" After the words fell, Ye Qian rushed up suddenly, and at some point, there was an extra dagger in his hand. The whole body is dark, looks like a fire stick, very ugly. The name of the knife is Linglong, and it is no more than ten centimeters long.

Ye Qian's speed was so fast that people couldn't open their eyes. A bloody light flashed, and the thin man's chest was pierced with a big hole, and he fell straight down, staring wide open. With eyes closed, he looked incredible. Seeing this situation, the man with the scar and the fat man couldn't help being stunned for a moment, only then did they realize that they underestimated the young man in front of them a little too much.

However, there is no regret medicine in this world that can be sold, and when they know all this, it is already too late. Ye Qian flipped his wrist, and the red dagger shone brightly under the moonlight. It was bright red, like a smear of blood flowing.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his eyes exuded a look of appreciation. He could tell that this young man's skill was even stronger than that of his confidant, and there were not many young people with such skill nowadays. Moreover, it is not easy to not panic in the face of such a scene.

Fate is really hard to say clearly. As if fate was constantly manipulating it in the dark, in just one day, Ye Qian actually met the three major figures on the streets of Tangren. Qiu Hanjiang, Han Dong, Ye Zhengrong!

Any one, in Chinatown, is a big shot who stomps his feet and shakes the ground three times. In the Weiyang clubhouse during the day, although Han Dong was caught in the crowd, Ye Qian recognized him at a glance.

As for Ye Zhengrong, although Ye Qian knew his information, he was still full of curiosity about this person. Who is Ye Zhengrong? Outsiders, do not understand. In today's society, everything should be smooth and silent. It's not the big brother who shoots with a gun like in the movie. A real big brother should behave like a man and do things, but the fire should flow like gold and the breeze should be awe-inspiring, leaving no trace.

Although Wang Anan said that he would not help Ye Qian, but in order for Ye Qian to plan better, he still gave Ye Qian some basic information, and Ye Qian also learned about these three people from those information. The Chinese gang is second only to the three main hall masters under Hua Hansheng.

"Brother, I've called you brother by relying on the old man. Come, let me toast you!" Ye Zhengrong raised his glass and said.

Ye Qian glanced at him, reached out to take the wine glass in his hand, and drank it dry in one gulp. "You are injured, don't drink too much alcohol, it's not good for your health." Ye Qian said lightly.

Ye Zhengrong was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but smiled wryly, but he didn't mind. He has experienced many ups and downs, but he still has this kind of heart. It was precisely because he admired Ye Qian's loyalty and courage that he dragged Ye Qian here after simply bandaging the wound.

"Let's get to know each other formally, my name is Ye Zhengrong." Ye Zhengrong said, "What should I call my brother?"

"Ye Qian!" Ye Qian said lightly.

"I don't want to thank you for your kindness. I won't say more if I'm hypocritical." Ye Zhengrong said, "I still have a relationship in Chinatown. If you have any problems or troubles in the future, please tell me. As long as I can If you are helpful, it is a must. Here is a little money, you accept it, it is my little thank you."

While talking, Ye Zhengrong took out a few Canadian coins from his pocket and handed them to Ye Qian. Ye Qian's clothes are very simple, and a discerning person can tell that he is not a rich man, and Ye Zhengrong can also tell, so there is such a way.