At this time, Lu Ye Seafood City was filled with tourists in twos and threes.
Zhao Tiezhu got out of the car and followed Zhao Ergou directly into the seafood city.
"Hey, welcome again."
The thin black boy whom I met before appeared in front of Zhao Tiezhu again, "Why, are you bringing friends to eat this time?"
Zhao Tiezhu crossed his arms, glanced at the thin black man with disdain, and said, "Grandpa is here for revenge this time."
The sea breeze blew by, and Zhao Tiezhu's hair, which had not been shaved for two months, fluttered with the sea breeze.
"Revenge" The thin black man looked at the forty or fifty people following Zhao Tiezhu.
There was no trace of fear on his face.
Instead, he felt like he wanted to laugh but couldn't hold back.
"Of course."
Zhao Tiezhu also found that the atmosphere seemed not quite right, but with dozens of people watching him, his momentum must not be weakened.
Of course, Zhao Tiezhu had made up his mind not to take action today, and the boss followed him all day long.
They are fighting like gangsters, is he still the boss?
If Zhao Tiezhu makes up his mind, even if the atmosphere is dozens or hundreds of times weirder, it will still be nothing.
In the face of absolute force, any conspiracy and conspiracy are nothing.
"Just a few dozen of you," the thin black boy pointed at the group of people behind Zhao Tiezhu and asked.
"Why, aren't there enough people?"
Zhao Tiezhu sneered, "If you don't apologize to grandpa today and pay compensation, grandpa will destroy your store."
"Hahahaha."
The thin black boy finally couldn't help laughing.
"Is it funny?"
Zhao Tiezhu asked with a stern face.
"No, no, no, I just think it's funny, you outsiders, fifty people, I really think you are so many people."
The thin black guy smiled and whistled, and then he saw the fat man he saw yesterday Mr.
Lu appeared in front of Zhao Tiezhu with five or six chefs holding kitchen knives.
"Oh, we brought someone here."
Mr.
Lu's face was as confident as the thin black boy's.
"Today we are here to collect debts."
Zhao Tiezhu said with a frown, "How much you cheated us yesterday, you have to pay us at least three times today.
Otherwise, my brothers will not do it."
"Haha, brothers, how many can I count?"
Mr.
Lu put the kitchen knife on the table beside him, and then started counting one, two, and three.
"Forty-six, these are what you call brothers."
Mr.
Lu smiled disdainfully, "My little friend, you want to compare with me."
"Oh" Zhao Tiezhu glanced at Mr.
Lu curiously, "It seems that there are more of us now."
"Here, call someone."
Mr.
Lu glanced at the thin black young man and said.
"Okay."
The thin, dark man picked up his phone and called.
The group of Blood Soul Hall gangsters who followed Zhao Tiezhu had no other feelings about being looked down upon by others.
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Just look down on them as you like.
Anyway, we won't lose anything.
This is the difference between orthodox gangsters and those non-mainstream gangsters.
If the gang leader says to do it, they will do it.
If the gang leader doesn't say to do it, then no matter how you look down on us, we will ignore you.
The kind on TV where the boss fucks the guy without even saying anything.
According to the saying in the world, it’s called having no rules, neither big nor small, and you’ll get whipped.
Zhao Tiezhu looked at this Lu Ye leisurely, and he was really looking forward to how many people he could call.
These days, there are too few people and gangs who dare to challenge the Blood Soul Hall.
Now that people don't know that they are from the Blood Soul Hall, And then forgive me If you are interested in playing this kind of game with more people than yourself, then Zhao Tiezhu doesn't mind playing with him.
Anyway, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is the best among all the pretense skills.
Zhao Tiezhu has already prepared the skills, so Waiting for an opportunity to let go Tiandao looked at the so-called Mr.
Lu across from him with curiosity.
The man named Mr.
Lu didn't look very impressive.
He didn't look like a master, a master, a master, or a hidden awesome person.
How many people can such a person call to come to his side?
Although there are not many people, there are more than forty at any rate.
For ordinary gang fights, only ten or so people are considered very powerful, and it rises to three or four.
If there are ten people, it is basically a group incident, and the police will be dispatched.
Zhao Tiezhu simply asked everyone to sit down.
The Blood Soul Hall gang members sat down one after another without saying anything.
Zhao Ergou, Zhao Tiezhu and Tiandao shared a table.
Mr.
Lu grinned widely, his nose hairs slightly visible, and said, "Don't run away if there are more than one of you.
Wait a moment."
"Let's see who runs away."
Zhao Tiezhu said unusually calmly.
After sitting for about five minutes, there were sounds from the door of the seafood stall.
Zhao Tiezhu looked back and saw many men in aprons walking in with kitchen knives in hand.
These people had big heads and thick necks, and they were either rich or wealthy.
If you are a cook, and you still have a kitchen knife in your hand, you are definitely a cook.
"Master Lu, are these outsiders coming to your place to cause trouble?"
asked a bearded man.
"Dad Su, these are the people."
Mr.
Lu looked at the bearded man and said, "These foreigners are bullying me because they have more people.
What should I do?"
"Oh, there are so many people."
The bearded man named Su Dad showed a disdainful smile, and then shouted to the outside of the seafood city, "You all come in, why are you staying outside."
"Okay."
There were sounds of agreement from outside, and then a group of people poured in from outside.
Many of the people in this group were young people.
They looked to be in their twenties.
They were holding kitchen knives or rolling pins in their hands, and some were holding harpoons for spearing fish.
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They looked like they were all local young men.
"Master Lu, who is causing trouble here?"
some people shouted.
"Dad Su, these are the outsiders," someone shouted again.
Crowds of people came into this seafood stall one after another.
Zhao Tiezhu sat in his seat with an unchanging expression.
He looked at the people and saw that there were about a hundred people.
This surprised Zhao Tiezhu.
These more than a hundred people were definitely not Gangsters, they all look like chefs like Mr.
Lu.
What’s going on in this world?
Gangsters don’t bully people.
Instead, chefs bully people and they call out more than a hundred people.
"Hey, foreigner, there are so many people."
Mr.
Lu stood in front of Zhao Tiezhu and said, "It seems like you don't have many people."
"Okay."
Zhao Tiezhu patted the table and stood up.
A group of people surrounded by Mr.
Lu who had been called over immediately stared at Zhao Tiezhu with a roar.
"You guys are awesome today, let's go."
Zhao Tiezhu directly greeted Tiandao and a group of his subordinates, turned around and left.
Master Lu was probably afraid that Zhao Tiezhu would fight to the death, so he didn't keep these people anymore, but his face was full of disdain.
"There are more people than me in SI, and you are just a mouse licking a cat's pussy, looking for shit
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