Chapter 722

Junjun saw Wang Chu.

Wang Zhu also saw Junjun.

Against the backdrop of more than two hundred gangsters and villagers, Junjun looked extremely dazzling among the crowd, especially the fierceness on his face, which was even more obvious at a glance.

Wang Zhu was surrounded by a group of people on the bench. He didn't speak all the time, but, like standing out from the crowd, everyone's eyes fell on him.

People feel that this slender young man is the boss of the bench group, and his gestures also give people a sense of superiority.

Such a character as Wang Zhu, it is no problem for him to control hundreds of thousands of troops in a different space. Facing a group of gangsters and honest farmers, his demeanor is heartbreaking.

For Wang Zhu, with his Golden Core stage cultivation base, it would be easy for him to defeat the more than 200 gangsters and villagers in front of him, but he didn't intend to use his own force.

Only after the accident in the Wang family, Wang Chu realized that personal power is limited.

The only way to help Cao's father solve the problem once and for all is to deal with it in a secular way. After all, it is impossible for Wang Chu to kill every enemy.

In addition, a local ruffian like Junjun is really not worthy of Wang Zhu in the Jindan period.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Junjun walked up to Wang Zhu in a swaggering manner.

"Are you a bench?" Junjun stared at Wang Zhu, and told him intuitively that this young man was the leader of a group of people.

"I am." The bench took a step forward, his strong body was like a mountain.

"You are?" Junjun was stunned, and looked at Wang Zhu suspiciously, "Who is he?"

"My boss!" The bench replied concisely.

"Your boss...hahahahahahaha...hahahahahaha..." Junjun suddenly burst into laughter, which was filled with endless sarcasm.

Obviously, Junjun didn't take Wang Zhu seriously, after all, Wang Zhu was too young.

Although it is said that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but the real bosses are all over 30 years old. After all, it takes a long time to climb from a hot-blooded gangster to the boss level. Some people Being able to be born is the rich second generation,

However, no one can be born as a gangster.

For a character who can be the boss, being able to fight and kill is only second. The most important thing is IQ and EQ, and IQ and EQ also need time to settle.

"Is it funny?" Wang Zhu looked at Junjun lightly.

"..." Junjun's laughter stopped abruptly, and he felt a suffocating majesty. The young man in front of him seemed to be an unattainable mountain, and he had to look up.

"Are you the prisoner he said?" Wang Zhu stared at Junjun with deep eyes.

"Yes." A trace of arrogance appeared on Junjun's face. For the vast majority of hooligans and hooligans, being in jail is a kind of social capital in itself. When they are in society, this identity is as effective as a college student's diploma, and there will never be a situation where they are ashamed.

"It's not easy to see you. Today I will let you go and let your people go. I will let you go." Wang Zhu said slowly, his voice was full of unquestionable power.

"Let me go?" Junjun had an exaggerated expression on his face, and a group of gangsters behind him laughed in unison.

"Yes." Wang Zhu said seriously.

"Okay, you have ambition, and dare to say let our army go. Tell me, who are you, I would like to hear, when did someone in C city dare to say let our army go. Don't be afraid to tell me You guys, even if your boss is here, you must honestly call me Brother Jun." Junjun had a mocking look on his face.

"My name is Wang, and my name is stupid."

"Wang stupid?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha, it's an eye-opener to actually have a name with a stupid name..."

Junjun laughed loudly, and suddenly, he felt something was wrong, because none of the subordinates who had been echoing his laughter made a sound.

Suddenly, the originally noisy surroundings became extremely quiet.

Suffocating silence.

Jun Jun subconsciously glanced behind him, only to see that the gangsters behind him were slowly retreating, even the fat man with a face full of flesh at the beginning was also retreating in fear.

It's just such a retreat, and the army who had been hugging each other suddenly became a lonely family, standing alone in front of Wang Zhu.

Seeing that he just announced his name, and the gangsters around him dispersed, Wang Zhu couldn't help but a wry smile appeared on his face. It seemed that he was already notorious in City C, and even the gangsters in the suburbs heard his name. Names are also on the lookout.

"Fatty!" Junjun was a smart man, and immediately called out to the fat man with a fat face.

"Brother Jun." Fatty bit the bullet and walked to Junjun's side.

"What's going on?" Junjun asked sharply.

"I...I...I don't know...I don't know that he is a stupid brother..." The fat man looked desperate.

"Stupid brother?"

"Yes...he...he is stupid brother."

"Hehe, fat man, Junjun, I am also a person who dances on the tip of a knife. I have never seen anything in the world. I don't care who is stupid or smart. In short, when it comes to our territory, I will be the master! Brothers, this is the eastern suburbs. , the eastern suburbs are where we were born and raised, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, it depends on our face..."

Junjun is also a character, and he immediately encouraged the gangsters loudly with a bold face, but it was okay if he didn't say anything. After he said it, the gangsters around retreated one after another, as if they were eager to draw a line with him.

"Brother Jun, let's go. Once Brother Stupid said, I'll let you go." The fat man with a thick face was still loyal, and he didn't draw a clear line with Junjun, but persuaded Junjun to leave with all his heart.

"Today, I don't believe in this evil..." Seeing a group of brothers timid before the battle, Junjun felt anger burning in his chest, clenched his teeth, and said loudly.

"quack……"

Junjun’s words hadn’t finished yet, when a heart-pounding piercing sound of brakes sounded. People followed the sound and saw a bus driving fast in the distance. The village names along the way gave way one after another. .

"Gah!"

The bus drove straight to the back of the convoy and stopped, and the air was filled with a choking smell of burning tires.

Before the car came to a complete stop, the front and rear doors opened, and students from the New Oriental Martial Arts School with towels on their heads rushed out like a torrent.

Uniform martial arts school uniform.

All of them had towels tied around their heads.

One, two, three, four...

That bus seemed to be performing magic tricks, and the martial arts school students in it came out continuously, as if it would never stop.

It took a full three minutes for all the martial arts school students on the bus to come down, holding the uniform sticks of the martial arts school, under the command of the coach, without making any noise, like a well-trained army.

In fact, there is not much difference between New Oriental Martial Arts School and military academy, because many of its coaches are veterans, and even the guards are veterans who participated in the Vietnam War.

In just a dozen seconds, more than a hundred students from the New Oriental Martial Arts School formed a square formation, and then divided into two pairs, forming a huge semicircular human wall, like stars holding the moon, protecting Wang Stupid and his group. in.

There was another suffocating silence.

After the silence, the gangsters and villagers around became a little restless.

"Hehe, there are more people than me, right? Let me tell you, this is our territory. Our village has a population of more than 5,000..." At this time, Junjun didn't pay attention to a group of students. Fang Gang, but they are students after all, and they cannot be compared with old Jianghu like Junjun.

"Gah!"

"Gah!"

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Junjun couldn't continue talking, because, outside the human wall, the sound of brakes kept ringing, and then, there were more and more people around.

All the people who come have one thing in common. They all have colorful towels tied on their heads, which looks a little funny.

Of course, in the eyes of Jun Jun and the local gangster villagers, it is not funny at all, but gives people an inexplicable pressure.

It seems obvious that they are ready for a melee, and the towel on their heads is to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

The number continues to increase.

Moreover, people in motley clothes began to appear in the crowd that kept rushing over, which showed that there were not only students from martial arts schools.

Among the crowd in some variegated clothes, Junjun saw many familiar faces, but those familiar faces who greeted him warmly every time they saw him didn't seem to know him at this time, and avoided his eyes.

Finally, Junjun saw a man of identity—Brother Dao.

Brother Dao strode towards Junjun under the help of a group of gangsters.

Seeing Brother Dao approaching, Junjun couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, finally someone who could talk came.

Until now, Junjun still believes that the bench is Brother Dao's pony. Now that Brother Dao is here, no matter how big the conflict is, with his friendship with Brother Dao, Brother Dao will give him some face.

"Small knife..."

"Um."

Brother Dao just nodded towards Junjun with a stern expression, then passed by and walked straight to Wang Zhu's side.

"Welcome Brother Clumsy back, brothers are called Brother Clumsy." Brother Dao warmly shook hands with Wang Clumsy.

"Hello, Brother Stupid!" The dozen or so gangsters who surrounded Brother Dao bowed and applauded in unison.

"Well, come back and deal with some things. Do you know him?" Wang Zhu asked.

"I know..." Brother Dao glanced at Junjun and hesitated for a moment.

"If I had known each other earlier, I wouldn't have made such a fuss." Wang Zhu sighed.

"He doesn't necessarily give me face." Brother Dao smiled wryly.

"Hey, you don't give me any face?" Wang Zhu was taken aback.

"It's hard to say." Brother Dao and Junjun are old acquaintances, so they naturally know each other's temper.

"It seems that they won't give me face." Wang Zhu said with a smile.

"Who dares not to give Brother Stupid face, Brother Dao cut him first!" Brother Dao knew that it was time to stand in line at this time, and immediately expressed his attitude.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you to deal with it. There can be no future troubles. If it doesn't work, let him disappear."

Wang Zhu glanced at Junjun in the distance with deep eyes, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This smile gave Junjun a creepy feeling.

The situation seems to be reversed.

Jun Jun never dreamed that Xiaodao, who was in full swing in City C, would be humble in front of this young man, and even showed his attitude at the expense of offending him.

Who the hell is this stupid king!

Junjun was extremely anxious at this time. The sentence "just let him disappear" that Wang Zhu said just now made him feel great pressure. He is an old Jianghu, so he naturally understands the meaning of this sentence. When he said this, it looked plain, but it was filled with a frightening murderous aura.

Obviously, this sentence is not a joke...

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