"Brother King of Hell!" As soon as he went out, a few bad guys gathered outside to guard the door and bent down at Su Yang in unison and shouted.

"What do you guys tell me? Who sent you here?"

"Brother Dayu asked us to come over and said let us follow Brother Yan Wang."

"What are you doing with me? I don't watch the venue here, so don't need a gangster. You go back and tell Brother Dayu that there is no need to follow me."

"Brother King of Hell, it's very difficult for us little brothers to do this." One of them looked like the leader and stepped forward.

"Okay, okay, then follow me, but I don't care about the meal." Su Yang guessed that Dayu was worried that the bobcat would come to cause trouble for him again, so he sent him a bunch of bad guys to follow him.

"Brother Dayu respects Brother Yan Wang very much. He claims to the public that you are his boss. He is not as good as us younger brothers. Is it good to invite Brother Yan Wang to a restaurant for a meal? Is that good?"

"It's useless. I still like the snacks in Hong Kong a little more, not to mention that they are economical and affordable. How could you make you spend money when you meet me for the first time?"

......

On the narrow snack street, there are short mules tattooed with tattoos, exposed prostitutes, brightly lit street stalls, and the joy and leftovers can be seen everywhere on the street.

It forms a strange picture of prosperity and mess coexisting.

"Give me a car-boy noodles." Su Yang casually found a roadside stall and sat down. The stall owner was wearing a single dress of color, with a hideous scar on his face, and the two kitchen knives in his hand chopped the messy ingredients.

The so-called Chezai noodles are the very common miscellaneous noodles on the street, and are also common in movies.

"Okay, come now!" A plate of mixed noodles was placed in front of Su Yang. Of course, there would not be too many radish tendons in this bowl of mixed noodles, and I had never picked it. The pig blood would dissipate as soon as I squeezed it, and there was still a pile of shit in the large intestine.

"Hey, look at those people. They learn to wear suits and recognize big shots, but end up eating 20 yuan a bowl of mixed noodles on the street. It's not as good as shit."

Several short mules on the street teased them without hesitation.

"What are you talking about?"

There are a few people who are afraid of trouble when they come out and stand up and curse.

"I'll take your mother and say I'll let you shit!" The short mules behind him cursed and threw a bottle of wine on the ground. In an instant, more than twenty short mules surrounded the place like an order.

Su Yang calmly ate the mixed noodles in the bowl, as if the things in front of him had never happened. However, the stall owner stomped the ingredients on the chopping board and murmured with a cigarette butt in his mouth: "The bad guys are getting more and more powerful now. A Biao gathered here to make trouble, so I asked me to cut two streets with a knife. Unexpectedly, the bad guys dare to make trouble with me now."

"Oh, it's so majestic to be a big boss who can be humiliated in front of his younger brother." The short mules surrounded Su Yang and his group. The leader was wearing a pair of glasses. Seeing that Su Yang had no reaction, he thought he was afraid of them.

"Hey, Huangzi, where are you doing? You're not that arrogant. Do you know that my boss, King Su Yan is fighting over twenty or so in Feishang Bar." The bad guys who followed Su Yang saw that there were many people and powerful people, they didn't dare to act rashly, so they started to talk first, hoping to move out and scare him away.

"My name is Feizi. The entire street here is covered by my Feizi alone."

"What are you talking about? He beats more than twenty, and he thinks he is Bruce Lee."

The short mules laughed.

"Pick that star, I'll take your mother's hand. What's the use of you and us here? Take the seeds and walk around Bolan Street!" The rags who followed Su Yang cursed.

"Wow, I'm so scared. King Su, Brother King of Hell!" Fat corpse teased in an exaggerated tone.

......

"What's the toilet paper? By the way, I still need an empty beer bottle."

The stall owner stopped by the two swords that he had been waving. He slashed the two swords on the chopping board, and the knife was embedded on the chopping board.

Then he took off the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth and breathed a long sigh: "Young boy, don't you want to act irritated."

She said, and at the same time handed him what Su Yang needed.

"Thanks!"

After Su Yang wiped the oil stains at the corner of his mouth with toilet paper, he grabbed the beer bottle and stood up. The bad guys next to him were still quarreling with the short mules opposite him.

Su Yang pushed away the bad guys who were blocking him, and then said, "Are you a fat corpse?"

"Is it me? What's the matter?"

"Bang!"

The beer bottle instantly bloomed on his head, and the glass fragments of the wine bottle splashed everywhere.

Su Yang suddenly became in a hurry, and few bad guys reacted. When the few bad guys around him reacted, the fat corpse was already held hostage by Su Yang.

"Come on, come and beat me. Are you very powerful when you stood there just now? I am King Su Yan, come and beat me!" The protruding glass slag of the broken wine bottle in Su Yang's hand was tied around the fat corpse's neck, and the blood almost dyed the wine bottle red.

The fat corpse looked silent and he could usually bully a few honest people. Today he received a big shot and asked him to go to Kowloon City to find a King of Yan Su.

He also said that no matter whether he succeeded or not, he would have 1,000 Hong Kong dollars. He thought he was a bad guy, but who would have thought he would meet a ruthless person?

"Yan...Brother Yan Wang, I... was wrong."

"Where did that bad guy just say shit? Is it you? Is it?" Su Yang pulled the back collar of the fat corpse and lifted him up, pressed him on his neck to the places where leftovers were poured in the night markets.

The garbage was mixed with the food that had been left for dozens of days. In a plastic bucket of soaked water, the pungent smell made people almost vomit.

"Food!Food! I'll tell you to eat!" Su Yang punched the fat corpse in the stomach, then pressed his head and pressed him into the bucket.

The hideous scar on Su Yang's face and violent temperament instantly shocked the bad guys who gathered together. They all stared blankly at the big guy who was pressed into a bucket like a dog, and then lay in the sewer and vomited violently.

"Thank you!" Su Yang took a white silk handkerchief handed over by his younger brother, and then wiped the sweat from his face.

"Big...Big Boss, no...regardless of our business, it was a big guy who told me to ask us to cause trouble for you... and give us a thousand dollars after the matter is done."

The gang of bad guys were mixed up with the fat corpse. One of them looked young and had a childish little face full of fear and said tremblingly.

"Who?" Su Yangti asked while slid into a fat corpse, trying to drag a dead dog, dragged him next to a broken noodle stall, sitting on a stool.
Chapter completed!