I really don't want to be red

White deserves to be the most intimidating person on Brick Street, calling more than 20 ghosts and monsters with one phone call.

This is only a small part of his followers, and his appeal as an idol is not ordinary.

Seeing White, who was gesticulating, spitting, and accumulating anger points in the yard, the younger brothers around him kept a respectful distance.

Of course, respect is true respect, and idols are also true idols.

It's just that the smell on the idol has become a barrier for the fans, making everyone automatically keep their distance.

Or, in the eyes of others, this guy is just a walking piece of shit?

Of course, what White is expressing is how angry he is, and he wants to arouse everyone's hatred.

But no matter how I hear it, I want to laugh. After all, being drenched in poop is as lucky as winning the lottery.

Bad things are often funny.

Fortunately, White's speech did not last very long, and it took only a few minutes to arrange for everyone to squat in the corner.

"Although it is very likely that these guys will not show up tonight, I can't let go of any chance. I must return the damn shit..."

An Ran laughed when he heard the "hey" upstairs, and Garner behind him was the most qualified heel, "Mr. An Ran, what's so funny?"

Forget it, it's not a qualified heel.

If it was someone from Xiazhou, they would come up and say, "Mr. An Ran, why are you laughing?"

This is a bit of an interesting compliment.

White's voice was loud and used to express his anger.

An Ran heard a few words about his arrangement, "Mr. Garner, I have to say that White's deployment is very interesting, and he is stronger in this regard."

"Oh?"

Garner changed from a substandard heel to a perfunctory heel, using one word to express his ignorance.

"He put everything in the most suitable corner, and it just happened not to be easy to find."

"If someone comes to steal, I guess they won't go through the right door!"

Garner felt ridiculous at An Ran's words, but he didn't dare to laugh, "Of course, because the main entrance is monitored, it is also the place where people are most likely to be found and beat up."

"Then they don't have many options left. The courtyard is surrounded by walls on three sides, so they can only climb over the walls."

"And over there..." An Ran pointed at the dark corner, "It's one of the most suitable places."

"And there, there..."

He pointed to several dark corners in a row, all of which were the best angles for shooting horror movies.

These places are dim enough to swallow the lights, allowing people to sneak in without anyone noticing.

Of course, the people arranged by White will not wait there.

That way he can only grab one of them.

Judging from the tonnage of the stool and the amount I have experienced with my own hands, it is definitely not something that one person can throw in.

The bags that fell on the ground indicated that at least five to ten people could do it.

What the hell is a poop maniac.

If the first one comes in, he will be caught immediately and become a frightened bird, and the guys behind will immediately run away with their tails between their legs.

White's ambition is to catch everything and let them eat everything thrown in.

So under his careful arrangement, four violent black thugs who were big and thick were hidden inside the main entrance of the building.

This is support, as long as these guys come in, four strong men will rush out to teach them what a real big boss is.

Eighteen bald-headed arhats remained, lurking behind the set up, behind the equipment, behind the trash can at the corner of the yard.

There were also people lurking beside the pillars on both sides of the main entrance, just in case of escape.

It wasn't a profound arrangement, but it blocked the other party's way of escape to the greatest extent possible.

Garner rubbed his chin and nodded repeatedly. It's really surprising that his younger brother still has this talent.

Never thought that a guy who can only solve problems with his fists can surprise people.

"I never knew this guy could have this talent, but it's probably in
It's not very useful when fighting with fists. "

"Do you know the art of war?" An Ran squinted at White downstairs.

The aggressive White walked to the gate and looked around, wondering where is the best place to attack.

Garner was speechless, "The art of war? My God, do you need that kind of thing in a fight? As long as the fist is hard enough and the pistol fire is strong enough, what else can you do?"

"Do you often find that your brother can fight more with less?" An Ran asked.

Garner nodded without hesitation, "That's right, who told him to be in good shape?"

In good shape?Where does this start.

Any tricks are pale in the face of absolute power.

This is the unchanging truth.

However, in the case that the forces of the two parties are not much different, it has become a limiting condition.

The side that is better at ranking will become the final winner, at least not too bad.

He should have died, maybe only slightly injured.

The one who was slightly injured ran away.

White's physique can only be described as decent, far from strong.

In An Ran's view, he only has a basic physique, but he can be invincible and become an idol.

There must be something special about him.

This kind of excellence has become his strong capital to fight all over Rick.

Garner thought about it carefully, no matter how many opponents there are, White will always be the one who can fight the best. If he doesn't bring someone, he can pay a small price to prevent the opponent from succeeding.

Thinking about it now, it seems that this guy really did a few incredible operations.

When vying for territory with others, it is not once or twice that one person breaks out of the encirclement.

On another occasion, White was talking to a woman in the room above the pub in Brick Street.

The opponent rushed in suddenly, and all twelve bullets missed, all of which fell on the woman White was standing in front of.

The stormy counterattack that followed made the opponent a troublesome one.

In addition, in the battle against the Vicious Tongue Gang, White won many times with less, and even had a record of beheading the opponent's gold medalist, which made him famous.

At the beginning, I always thought that he just became a leader with his rich fighting experience.

Now being told by An Ran, Garner suddenly felt that this younger brother should be a general subconsciously.

In every group battle, White seems to deliberately maintain back-to-back support with his partners and become a reliable helper for the opponent, thereby reducing the risk of being attacked from behind.

Thinking about it now, this is also a kind of tactic.

What a pity, what a pity.

The material of a general, and finally turned into a gangster.

The world is like that.

Garner shook his head and sighed, looking disappointed that I should be "the general brother, but turned into a gangster brother".

An Ran laughed "haha" and said, "Don't think too much, let's watch a good show tonight!"

"Tonight? Do they still dare to come?"

An Ran shook her head and looked out the window, "I'm not sure, but some people like to take risks and catch you by surprise when you are most careless."

Garner nodded half-understanding, I'm just a bastard.

Mr. An Ran's words are a bit profound, I don't really understand...

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