The van that crosses

Chapter 129 Pig Cage Walled City [13 updates, please subscribe! 】

Not only the people in the Walled City will take care of it, but even some residents outside the Walled City will also come to take care of it, which makes the Walled City very prosperous.

As early as when the vehicle drove in, some people noticed it. When the three got out of the car, they all stopped their movements unconsciously, staring at A Xing and Fatty Cong.

These two people, they knew each other, and it was because of the two of them, pretending to be the Ax Gang, that they caused this big trouble.

Upstairs, with curly hair and a cigarette dangling from her mouth, a charter woman in white pajamas was drying clothes.

When he saw that the people getting off the car were Ah Xing and Fat Zai Cong, his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Husband, look, those two damn bastards are here again, and they brought a master with them." The charter woman looked at Zhou He with a dignified expression.

"A master? Let me take a look, huh? His blood is so strong, it looks like he is a master of external skills." Bao Zugong saw through Brother Zhou's cultivation path at a glance.

"However, weren't these two guys captured by the Ax Gang? They can still come out." The charter rubbed his chin in thought.

"Hmph, no matter what he's here for, as long as he dares to make trouble, I'll definitely beat him up." The renter clenched her fists and said viciously.

Zhou He also found the charter wife and his wife upstairs, and Zhou He smiled and raised his hand to greet them.

"Click!" With a sound, the charterer directly closed the window, but there was still a small gap.

Seeing this, Zhou He looked away, and then looked at a tailor shop not far away.

"First make you a suit of clothes." Zhou He immediately walked towards the tailor shop.

Ah Xing and Fat Zai Cong immediately followed Zhou He and walked into the tailor shop.

"It's closed, my shop is going to close, and I won't be doing business." The tailor who was packing his luggage in the back room knew that someone had come in without even looking.

"How about doing my order and closing the door?" Zhou He said with a smile.

"Please go back, everyone." The tailor did not agree.

"100 yuan, how about making some clothes for the three of us?" Zhou He held a hundred-yuan bill between his fingers, and then threw it towards the back room.

"call out!"

The hundred-yuan bill spun, tearing the white curtain and flying into it.

The curtain was torn, and the tailor in the back room froze, reached forward with both hands, and directly took the hundred-yuan bill in his hand.

The tailor glanced at Zhou He, and then, attracted by Ah Xing and Fat Zai Cong, his complexion changed slightly.

"Are you from the Ax Gang?" When the tailor saw Ah Xing and Fat Zai Cong, he subconsciously thought that Zhou He was from the Ax Gang.

"The iron wire fist of the Hong family, known for its toughness, is actually a sissy descendant of this generation, tsk tsk tsk..."

"The Ax Gang also deserves to order me?" Zhou He said lightly.

"Since your Excellency is not a member of the Ax Gang, what do you mean by coming here?" the tailor asked.

"I'll ask you to make some clothes, and by the way, come and compete with the Hong family's iron fist."

Zhou He pointed to the iron ring above, looked at the tailor and said, "Get on the iron ring."

"I can make clothes for you, but you don't need to learn from each other..."

Before the tailor finished speaking, Zhou Heyi waved his hand, and a stone flew out, directly breaking the two bamboo sticks above.

Immediately, those iron rings fell towards the tailor.

Suddenly, seeing the tailor stretch out his hands, he took a sharp breath, and suddenly, he saw those iron rings seem to have a guiding side, and they were all inserted into his hands one by one.

"Huh ~ drink!" Immediately, the tailor squeezed his fist, and suddenly, the loose iron ring tightened instantly, which was incomparably miraculous.

"This is decent, come on!" Zhou He pushed back with both hands, and saw Ah Xing and Fat Zai Cong being sent out of the tailor shop by him.

The two of them fell to the ground and took two steps back before stabilizing their bodies and stopping.

The tailor didn't say a word, kicked his feet suddenly, and rushed towards Zhou He, a pair of fists, smashed straight towards Zhou He's chest.

"Bang bang!"

The fierce fist hit Zhou He's chest, making a muffled sound.

The tailor was stunned. He found that Zhou He didn't dodge at all. He was hit, but he didn't move at all.

Immediately, the tailor withdrew his hands, then stretched out his right hand, shouted, and smashed Zhou He's waist with the part of the iron ring.

"Boom!"

A sound of Jin Ge came out.

"What a powerful external skill." The tailor took two steps back with an incomparably dignified expression.

Zhou He patted his chest and waist, and in the next second, his figure burst out. Before the tailor could react, he pinched his hands, and then pulled him back violently.

The tailor didn't have the slightest resistance, and was pulled towards the door.

However, in the next second, Zhou He's fist smashed at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, the tailor's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately covered his front with his hands.

"Boom!" There was a crisp sound.

I saw Zhou He's fist slamming on the iron fist.

In an instant, the iron rings on the tailor's hands instantly shattered, and at the same time, his body flew backwards at an extremely fast speed, and finally fell heavily on the ground.

"Pfft!" The tailor who fell on the ground spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhou He walked out of the tailor shop slowly, and said with a light smile, "The Hong family's iron fist is nothing more than that."

Zhou He lost interest in sparring, and the tailor couldn't even break through his defense. He resisted with an iron fist, but couldn't withstand his punch. What's the point of sparring.

"Tailor, are you okay?" Coolie stepped forward quickly and helped the tailor up.

"It's all right, such strong strength, such powerful horizontal kung fu." The tailor looked at the unstoppable trembling hands, and at the same time, there were blood stains on them.

This is still resisted by the iron ring, which shows how powerful Zhou He's punch is.

"Did he come from the ax gang?" At this moment, the fried ghost came to the tailor with a stick.

"No, he's not from the Axe Gang, he just came to me to compete." The tailor stood up slowly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Twelve-way spring leg, Wulang gossip stick, you two, let's go together." Zhou He looked at the two of them and said.

"Forget it, let's bow down." Coolie put his fists together and admit defeat.

"Even the Hong family's iron fists can't break your defense, the two of us naturally have nothing to do, and we are willing to bow down." You Zhangui similarly, clenched his fists and admitted defeat.

"It's boring, it's really boring. Tailor, I'll come to you to get clothes at night, three sets for each person."

Zhou He shook his head, glanced at the three of them, then turned around and took A Xing and Fat Zaicong away from the Pigpen Walled City.

The coolie three looked at me, I looked at you, and finally looked at Zhou He and his party who left, and remained silent.

……

To the south of the pig cage walled city, on a piece of wasteland five kilometers away.

Ah Xing was shirtless, standing under the sun, gaiting.

(End of this chapter)