Chapter 11 Strange Old Man

"Boss, I don't want to offend them." Li Xiaoming waved his hand, "But others are almost riding on you, why don't you give them some color? Aren't you going to shit on your own head?"

"Boy, I will make it clear to you today." The red-haired Shamate held half a beer bottle in his hand and waved the sharp bottle in a threatening manner, "What will be the consequences of messing with my pheasant!"

"Come on, brothers! Beat him!"

At this moment, the place was surrounded by passers-by eating melons. The stall owner was worried and a little happy at the same time. He was worried that if Li Xiaoming was injured, he would definitely bear part of the responsibility, but he also thought in his heart If Li Xiaoming can teach these gangsters a lesson, his business will be much easier in the future.

"Oh, this young man looks like he's going to get beaten badly." A middle-aged man chewing on a chicken leg sighed and took out his cell phone from his pocket, "I'd better call the police. It's best not to make anything worse. Big.”

"Who says it's not the case? This place has been rectified several times because of its occupation of the road. If fights break out again now, I guess we will never be able to eat from the food stalls here again."

Li Xiaoming didn't feel too nervous when he saw the three gangsters swarming up. These gangsters could scare people, but if they really got into a fight, they would be like scum with only five combat abilities.

The green-haired killer who looked like a horse rushed to the front and rushed towards Li Xiaoming with a funny flying kick. He was already thinking about how he would kick Li Xiaoming away and how he would accept the praise from his red-haired boss. , after all, he had beaten several students before, which made him confident.

Although Li Xiaoming was not a good practitioner, seeing his crooked posture just felt funny.

Bang!

Lu Mao closed his eyes and kicked out hard, but felt as if his right foot hit the iron plate. Severe pain spread like electricity through the toes in the pointed shoes, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground. on the ground.

ah! ! !

Lu Mao let out a scream, curling up and shivering like shrimps in a frying pan.

Li Xiaoming threw away the bench in his hand, with contempt on his face, "Who can you beat in these two attacks?"

"That's awesome, my brother." The middle-aged man who held the half in his mouth and fought back applauded blankly, "It seems that this police report was in vain. You should just call 120."

Li Xiaoming, with his bare hands, pressed towards the red-haired killer step by step.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Hongmao waved half of the beer bottle in his hand, which gave him a lot of confidence, "Let's see if I don't poke a few holes in you!"

He was a little angry and felt guilty, and he suddenly regretted picking on Li Xiaoming, but he couldn't run away in front of his two younger brothers. Otherwise, how could he, the elder brother, continue to do what he did?

Of course Li Xiaoming is not stupid. Others have weapons in their hands, and he is not good at fighting. He is likely to get hurt if he rushes forward like this.

He looked around, his eyes lit up, and he picked up the food stall owner's rice spoon. It was long and hard. It was like a stick in a fight, but it would not seriously hurt anyone. It was really a lesson to this guy. A great weapon for a few gangsters.

Hong Mao backed away and shook the wine bottle in his hand. Suddenly he felt that he smelled the aroma of fried rice, and was this aroma coming from his face?

Snapped!

Li Xiaoming hit Hong Mao's face with a spoonful, and the oily spoon with rice grains left a circular red mark on his face accurately.

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Does your family know that you came out to fool around?" Li Xiaoming hit Hongmao with a spoon. Rather than wanting to knock him, it was more to disgust him. Li Xiaoming maliciously removed all the greasy oil stains on the spoon. Apply it on the red hair, "I will give you a hair treatment for free today, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied! Satisfied!" Hongmao felt like he was about to cry. Who are these people? How could anyone treat a rice spoon like a guy in a fight? He was actually beaten to the ground by the rice spoon. His reputation has been ruined all his life. destroyed.

The stall owner wiped the sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't cause any big trouble. These gangsters have also been taught a lesson, and they probably won't dare to be so arrogant in the future.

The rapid sirens broke the silence in the stalls. Just like in all movies and TV series, the police always arrived late.

"Everyone, spread out, we received a call that someone was fighting here!"

The young policeman in police uniform squeezed into the crowd and soon found Li Xiaoming holding a rice spoon, two Shamats lying on the ground, and another Huang Mao who was at a loss.

"That's you four, right? All of you come with me!" The young policeman shouted as he pushed the yellow man into the car.

"That man acted bravely, why did you take him away?"

"It's just that you didn't see that those young people with dyed hair were the ones causing trouble? The one with the spoon didn't cause trouble."

The young policeman looked unhappy, "This is not your decision. When you go to the police station and make a written confession, we will know clearly who is good and who is bad!"

"You are running an illegal business to begin with. No matter how many times we try to rectify it, you still don't listen. If something big happens, none of you food stall operators will be able to escape. I'll shut them all down!"

The stall owner wiped his hands, nodded and walked to the policeman, ready to tell him everything.

Unexpectedly, he was interrupted by the young policeman impatiently just as he started to speak, "Okay, okay, I'll go to the police station later to record my statement. If there's no problem, we won't cause trouble for him. "

"I've always liked the 60's here." The old man who had been eating the 60's silently from the beginning smacked his mouth. "The taste is very good, better than the ones in some big restaurants."

Li Xiaoming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You didn't pay attention to the emotional fights here. Is this old man really not afraid of those three gangsters driving him away?

"You can't take him away, little brother." The old man was so angry that even though he was sitting on a stool more than ten meters away, the loud voice still reached the little policeman's ears clearly.

"Old sir, this is not something you can have the final say on." The little policeman twitched his lips, "We are just here to do business. If you make things difficult for me, I won't be able to do my job."

The old man said calmly, "Of course I won't embarrass you." He rummaged through his pockets and then said, "I put my mobile phone in the car. Can you lend me yours to make a call?"

The young policeman was helpless. Facing such an old man, what could he really do? If someone reported him for doing something bad, he might not be promoted in a few years.

The old man took the phone and started dialing skillfully.

"What are you looking at? They're all gone!" The little policeman stared, and the crowd who still wanted to watch the excitement quickly dispersed. Except for the two gangsters who were still lying on the ground like dead dogs, the stalls returned to their previous bustle. scene.

A few minutes later, the old man returned the phone and said, "You can take those three gangsters away, and this young man will not be needed." He pointed at Li Xiaoming, "Your director will not blame you, and will also reward you. .”

The young policeman looked through the call records on his cell phone with some suspicion, and suddenly discovered that the call just now was from his immediate boss, Director Zhang!

He glanced at the old man in surprise, and finally realized what it meant to hide. The old man in front of him, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, obviously had an extraordinary status. Otherwise, it would be impossible to contact his director directly, and his status was obvious. He is taller than his own director!

The young policeman guessed the old man's identity and left quickly, but after thinking for a long time with no result, he stopped thinking about it, put the three gangsters into the police car and left.

Li Xiaoming also looked puzzled. Is this old man so powerful? Can you order someone's director with just a phone call?

"Young man, young man?" The old man stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Li Xiaoming's eyes.

"Ah? Thank you, old man." Li Xiaoming thanked him sincerely. Although he wouldn't have any big problems entering the police station, it was still a troublesome matter. Now that the old man had saved him this trouble, he naturally wanted to thank him.

"My surname is Zhang, Zhang Wannian. Just call me Mr. Zhang." The old man said with a smile.

Li Xiaoming didn't know what to say, so he held it in for a long time before saying, "Good evening, Mr. Zhang. My name is Li Xiaoming."

"I see you haven't eaten yet. If you're not busy, why don't you come with me to have something to eat?" Mr. Zhang was not unhappy because of Li Xiaoming's awkward chat. Instead, he pointed to the already cold bowl on the table. egg fried rice.

"No problem!" Li Xiaoming agreed without hesitation. He originally thought about filling his stomach with a bowl of egg fried rice, but now that Mr. Zhang invites him, he can't refute Mr. Ren's face.

Although Mr. Zhang is older, he walks like a tiger. Li Xiaoming thought that he had to slow down to walk with Mr. Zhang, but he did not expect that Mr. Zhang could walk faster than him!

"Get in the car with me and let's go to a restaurant to have something good!" Mr. Zhang led Li Xiaoming to a Mercedes-Benz not far away. Soon there were several bodyguard-looking people wearing fair suits who helped them open the door. car door.

"No wonder others didn't panic at all." Li Xiaoming finally understood that the bodyguards of Qingren's family were nearby. If those gangsters really dared to attack Mr. Zhang, I'm afraid they wouldn't end up being sent to the police station. Simple.

"Mr. Zhang, can you tell me where the hotel is? I want to ride a battery car there by myself. I'm afraid someone will steal it if I leave it here." Li Xiaoming was just about to get in the car when he suddenly slapped his head and realized that he also had a battery car parked. It's on the edge.

Mr. Zhang nodded and whispered to the driver of the Mercedes-Benz, who gave Li Xiaoming two business cards.

One business card was very simple, with only Zhang Wannian and his contact information written on it, while the other business card shocked him.

"Royal Wynn International Hotel?!" Li Xiaoming was stunned. This is one of the most upscale hotels. It is said that a meal there would cost at least five figures. In the past, Li Xiaoming would not have dared to think of it. .

"Okay, Mr. Zhang." Li Xiaoming suppressed the disbelief in his heart, said a simple goodbye to Mr. Zhang, and then quickly rode on his electric bicycle and went straight to the Royal Wynn International Hotel.