The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

Zhao Ziyang's appearance gives people the impression that he is harmless to humans and animals. He does not have a particularly sturdy appearance, nor does he have a pair of cold eyes at all times.On the contrary, his overall feeling is very sunny and gentle, and he doesn't seem to have too much lethality.

"What are you?" The leader yelled at Zhao Ziyang in a low voice, "Go away, the idlers of the Black Tiger Gang!"

The signboard of the Black Tiger Gang is relatively resounding in Chinatown. Although it is not as famous as the old gang, the Black Tiger Gang is more arrogant and domineering, and acts even more arrogantly.Relatively speaking, the veteran gangsters are relatively low-key, because they disdain such small restaurants.As the saying goes, you have to drink soup for others when you eat meat, and the Black Tiger Gang is the kind that eats soup.

"Hehe..." Zhao Ziyang smiled, and said to the leader: "If you want money, you want money. There is no need to beat people. There are many things that can be discussed. For example, we can talk with each other."

"Talk? How to talk?" The leading Chinese stared at Zhao Ziyang, trying to figure out where this guy came from.

But he couldn't see anything, the real boss of the gang would not bring people out to collect protection fees, he was just a small leader.

Zhao Ziyang rescued Zhao Changzheng, left the boy far away, and walked towards the leading leader by himself.He's going to have a good talk with this guy, a full talk.

After Zhao Changzheng got his freedom, he ran towards the back hall without looking back.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang standing in front of him, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang glared fiercely at the young man in suit and leather shoes with a pair of ferocious eyes, and his subordinates surrounded Zhao Ziyang.

"How to talk about..."

"boom!"

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang saw Zhao Ziyang's eyes burst into an infinitely terrifying bloodthirsty look. His eyes were full of murderous aura, so cruel that people dare not look directly at them.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ziyang punched him hard on the head, knocking him to the ground.

With a "bang", the leader of the Black Tiger Gang fell to the ground neatly, with two lines of blood oozing from his nostrils, half of his cheek that fell heavily on the ground was deeply embedded by glass shards, and his body twitched slightly. The eyeballs protruded slightly, and the whole person was in a drowsy state.

"Crack", Zhao Ziyang stepped on the leader's neck, and crushed him hard with his feet, making his cheeks and glass shards more closely connected.

"drink!"

Seeing that his boss was hit hard, a subordinate next to him immediately shouted and drew out his dagger to rush towards Zhao Ziyang.

With a sound of "shua", a black light flashed from Zhao Ziyang's left hand, and the Nepalese saber tore through the air and cut towards him.

The sword light flashed, and this subordinate felt a chill on his wrist, and then saw his hand detached from his wrist and fell towards his feet.

His bare wrist was pale and pale, and when he realized that his wrist had been cut off by the opponent, blood flowed out of it violently.

Fear filled every pore of his body, and a part of his body was suddenly separated from him. This kind of scene would stimulate his fear to the limit.

"Ah!..." A painful howl came from his mouth, and he grabbed the palm that fell on the ground and desperately connected it to his wrist, completely forgetting about it.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, the wailing stopped, and Zhao Ziyang kicked the opponent's head, knocking him unconscious.

At this time, Zhao Changzheng also ran out with a boning knife in hand. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but stare blankly with his mouth wide open.

At this time, the other members of the Black Tiger Gang were not moved. They were so frightened by Zhao Ziyang's fierceness that their legs became weak, and they dragged their bodies to escape.

In a flash of black light, the chain on a member's neck was cut off by a Nepalese army knife. Goosebumps ooze from the skin on the neck under the cold, but the skin is intact.

"Don't go, let's have a good talk." Zhao Ziyang's voice was still harmless to humans and animals, and it sounded like he was discussing with everyone.

But this tone of discussion contained an irreversible absoluteness, which made the remaining few people stand there obediently and dare not move.

At this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Zhao Zhengrong came back after finishing his work.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he frowned slightly, but his eyes did not change at all, which was enough to show that this kind of scene was nothing to him.

"Brother..." Zhao Zhengrong called Zhao Ziyang, his tone very displeased.

The Black Tiger Gang's staff was cut off in my restaurant, I'm afraid it's a troublesome matter, you can't let these guys harass you all day long.But when Zhao Zhengrong looked at his son, he could clearly see the pinched finger prints on Zhao Changzheng's neck, who was carrying a boning knife.

Needless to say, everything is very clear, my son was bullied, Zhao Ziyang helped give the head, I can't blame him, on the contrary, I have to thank him.

"Dad, they came to collect money again, this is the fourth time this month!" Zhao Changzheng, who was holding a knife, said to Zhao Zhengrong, with deep indignation on his face.

"En." Zhao Zhengrong nodded, and when he saw the Nepalese saber in Zhao Ziyang's hand, a bright light shot out from his eyes: "Good knife!"

The bright light flashed away, and Zhao Zhengrong looked at Zhao Ziyang.

"Brother, how about leaving the rest to me?" Zhao Zhengrong asked Zhao Ziyang for his opinion.

With a bang, Zhao Ziyang put away the Nepalese saber, took a step back and handed over the rest to Zhao Zhengrong.

"Take your hands and go, if you go faster, you can plant them in time." Zhao Zhengrong told these guys to leave.

Hearing Zhao Zhengrong's words, they did not move, but put their eyes on Zhao Ziyang, waiting for Zhao Ziyang to speak.

What they were afraid of was Zhao Ziyang, but not the little owner of the Sichuan restaurant.

Zhao Ziyang nodded slightly, and the group of guys quickly lifted their boss, carried the other companion with a severed hand, and hurried out without daring to turn their heads.

"Get over here!" Zhao Zhengrong called his son with a gloomy face.

Zhao Changzheng walked over honestly, but his face was full of dissatisfaction and stubbornness.

With a crisp "pa", Zhao Zhengrong slapped Zhao Changzheng hard.

"Brother Zhao, you..."

"It's none of your business!" Zhao Zhengrong's voice came out, and his tone was full of unspeakable domineering and arrogance, as if Zhao Ziyang was just a soldier under his command.

Zhao Ziyang naturally couldn't intervene in other people's discipline of his son. He stepped aside and watched quietly, feeling the breath in Zhao Zhengrong's tone just now.He was sure that Zhao Zhengrong had not only fought back in self-defense, but also had other experiences, because the aura released at that moment was very similar to them, butcher + executioner + soldier!

"If you want money, just give it!" Zhao Zhengrong scolded his son loudly, looked at the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and shouted: "Damn it, why did I raise such an ignorant son like you? I am looking for trouble!"

After being slapped, Zhao Changzheng knelt on the ground, he raised his head high, his face was full of a bull-like expression, and he was full of dissatisfaction with Zhao Zhengrong's yelling at him.

"Still staring?!" Zhao Zhengrong stared at both eyes, casually picked up the baseball bat left by the side, and was about to draw it on Zhao Changzheng.

In the life of "bang", the baseball bat hit Zhao Changzheng's body heavily, causing his body to tremble.

But this kid is a tough one, still looking at his father with dissatisfied cheeks.

"Damn, it's the wrong way!" Zhao Zhengrong, who was stared at by Zhao Changzheng, threw away the baseball bat and took out a thorn whip from the bar.

Seeing this thorny whip, Zhao Changzheng couldn't bear it anymore, stood up abruptly, pointed at Zhao Zhengrong's nose and roared loudly.

"You're an idiot! If it weren't for you being my father, I would have beaten you a long time ago!" Zhao Changzheng continued to shout excitedly: "People come to collect protection fees every day, just because you are an idiot. ? Why are there no other restaurants? You still have the nerve to beat me, but I don’t like your stinky virtues. Are you a man? I don’t understand why grandpa gave birth to such a softie like you. If you don’t think it’s embarrassing, I’m still ashamed!”

Zhao Zhengrong's veins bulged from being scolded by his own son, his face was flushed with suffocation, and he raised the thorn whip in his hand.

"Hit, hit, hit hard!" Zhao Changzheng stretched his neck, his eyes suddenly turned red, and shouted at Zhao Zhengrong: "If you kill me, I can see my mother!"

The thorn whip fell down, and the anger on Zhao Zhengrong's face dissipated, replaced by deep guilt and self-blame.At this moment, his waist bent down, he looked much older, and his whole body was wrapped in a boundless loneliness.

"Get out..." Zhao Zhengrong yelled at Zhao Changzheng feebly, and threw the thorn whip on the ground.

Zhao Changzheng rolled his eyes, blinked at Zhao Ziyang, turned around and ran towards his own room.

Zhao Ziyang shook his head, he was a little dumbfounded by this kid, it seems that this trick has been used many times.But this boy must be mentally uncomfortable, and his father is indeed a bit too useless, and everyone wants to stand up for his family in this situation.You know, who is his grandfather? He is an old revolutionary who has experienced hundreds of brutal battles. His descendants must not be ashamed, and they must live like a man.

On the other hand, Zhao Changzheng's idol is his grandfather. Under the influence of childhood, he has achieved such a courageous and passionate character.He is born with tough bones, it is impossible for him to bow his head to others, this kid is a very proud person.

"It's okay." Zhao Ziyang patted Zhao Zhengrong's shoulder lightly.

"It's okay." Zhao Zhengrong rubbed his face and showed a wry smile: "Hey, this kid is not sensible, and he doesn't know how much trouble he will cause. But I have to thank you, if it weren't for your help, With Long March's temper, he will definitely suffer a lot."

"It's okay, they are all Chinese." Zhao Ziyang said this to Zhao Zhengrong, but he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

What the Chinese like most is infighting, even overseas.The word forbearance has given the Chinese people a layer of slavishness. It is not that some problems cannot be seen through, but that ancient teachings are at work.

It could be seen that Zhao Zhengrong was in a bad mood, and it was not convenient for Zhao Ziyang to stay any longer, so he left after chatting with him casually.He could tell that Zhao Zhengrong must be thinking of his dead wife. At this time, a man needs to be alone.

Go out of the hotel and go to the right, cross the intersection and go forward a hundred meters to the hotel where Zhao Ziyang lives.At this time, it is the rush hour for get off work, and the whole Chinatown shows the most lively and prosperous side of the day.

Zhao Ziyang walked slowly among the crowd, stopping in front of some small stalls from time to time, looking very excited.But he scanned the surroundings with the corner of his eyes, with a smile on his face.

Someone was following him, but the tracking skills were not very good.

It should not be said that Zhao Ziyang discovered the other party through the other party's unsophisticated tracking skills, but his sixth sense told him.Generally speaking, when a person walks on the street and looks at another stranger with his eyes, it will never exceed three seconds. The only people who can be looked at a few more times are beautiful women and people who are out of tune with the surrounding environment.

But Zhao Ziyang, who is wearing a suit, is no different from the people around him. Britain is a country with a long history of civilization. They are very particular about their clothes, and calm and refined suits are naturally their first choice.

In this situation, Zhao Ziyang clearly felt a pair of eyes staring at him behind him, and kept a certain distance from him.

Cell division and regeneration changed into Zhao Ziyang, and at the same time he found that his sixth sense was much stronger than before, so he was sure that he was being followed.

Taking two quick steps forward, Zhao Ziyang took out a small phone, pressed it casually, and then quickly turned into an alley.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang turning into an alley, a figure behind him also walked over quickly and plunged into the alley.But the figure who walked into the alley was stunned for a moment. He didn't see Zhao Ziyang's person, and seemed to disappear out of thin air.