Invincible playboy

"Brother, do you think this is possible?" Huang Erkui said tremblingly as he stood aside with his face swollen.

"Are you taking off the arm yourself, or I'll help you!" Zhao Fanchen handed the money to Zhang Shengli, pinching the neck of the fat black man Huang Erkui whose white shirt had turned into a floral shirt.

"Oh, brother, it's my brother who is wrong, please forgive me, ah..." Before Huang Erkui finished speaking, his right arm was broken by Zhao Fanchen, and the bone stubble pierced through the flesh, Huang Erkui was in pain. He screamed like a pig, and almost passed out.

Although Zhang Youcai led a group of migrant workers who often fought in their hometown, they only wounded people in a hurry. Zhao Fanchen was as calm and meticulous there, and he twisted people's arms when he came up slowly, and he looked harmless to humans and animals. At this moment, everyone watched Zhao Fanchen break Huang Erkui's arm quietly, couldn't help gasping, couldn't help letting out a low growl, and no one dared to speak.

Zhao Fanchen kicked Huang Erkui, who was in pain and sweating all over his head, "Get out, how many people will call you when you go back, I will wait for you here, if you don't come, then I will go find you myself."

When the two hired thugs heard this, they immediately got up as if they had been pardoned, and helped the fat black man Huang Erkui and the short winter melon bastard, who were not talking at all, and hurried away, and the gang of street hooligans on the ground got up. Still wanting to leave, I heard Zhao Fanchen's unhurried voice: "If any of you dare to leave, I will take off one of your legs. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Those street hooligans who got up knew that they had hit a nail this time and provoked someone they shouldn't, so they didn't dare to move, they didn't even dare to change their posture, they stood where they were, waiting tremblingly, sweating coldly on the spot just come down.

Zhao Fanchen turned his head to look at Zhang Youcai: "Uncle Cai, is there any material for the decoration project in our building that hasn't been delivered yet?"

Zhang Youcai smiled wryly. Now that the incident has already happened, it is useless to say anything more. He stood up straight and said, "There are still more than 200 bags of cement and more than 1000 square meters of sand in the decoration of the building. The tower crane was supposed to be used. Huang Erkui If we don’t let it, we can only carry it on our own.”

"Did you hear that? Two hundred bags of cement, one thousand square meters of sand, this kind of work can't be finished at six o'clock in the afternoon. Huang Erkui is your example. Start the clock from now on." Zhao Fanchen said, turning his head to look Xiang Zhang Shengli: "Shengli, you take them to carry cement and sand."

There are more than 30 street hooligans, who didn't take advantage of the advantages, and those who were beaten with bruised noses and swollen faces were detained here to do coolies. The sound of bones breaking, and the thrilling scene of bone stubble breaking and piercing flesh, immediately made their hair stand on end, and they were sweating coldly. They ran faster than rabbits one by one, rushing to carry cement and carry sand.

Glancing at Huang Erkui, who seemed to be calling for someone, who was being supported by a big hand, Zhao Fanchen smiled and didn't care, he really smiled.

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"Brother, I was beaten by a 13-year-old, and my arm was broken. You and the third child should hurry up and bring someone over. I have never seen that kid before. He is a piece of dirt on our construction site. What kind of background can he have, one with muddy legs, brother, I want to take off his two legs." Huang Erkui took out the Samsung mobile phone he just bought yesterday, yelled with snot and tears, and turned his head to look at Zhao. Fanchen's direction: "Smelly muddy legs, dare to hit me, I will make you eat and walk around."

Turning around, he scolded the two high-priced thugs again: "Two bastards from Mahle Gobi, I paid you to come here just to let you watch me being beaten? It's useless at all. What do you look at? Hurry up and send me to the hospital, alas, damn it, it hurts me to death."

"Xiaofan, since the incident has happened and people have been beaten, you can take your brothers and leave quickly. I am here. The three Huang Erkui brothers are all rascals, and none of them are easy to mess with. They are all here. Those who do engineering contract work must go back to call people now, even the second contract will give them three points of face! We will definitely suffer when we have fewer people." Zhang Youcai pushed Zhao Fanchen and asked him to take it with him. The more than 20 migrant workers below went to hide first.

"Uncle Cai, I caused the problem. It hasn't been resolved yet. How can I run away? I don't dare to be a coward. Besides, how can I let you take care of it alone? I'm at a disadvantage." I never do anything, it doesn’t matter who will suffer, you can rest assured that I will be there.” Zhao Fanchen knew that it was not easy for Zhang Youcai to work on the project for so many years, and he also didn’t want his brothers to have no work and no money to earn.

"Xiaofan, what are you talking about? You young people have to be bloody. You are absolutely right. At my age, Uncle Cai is the most embarrassing. I am afraid of wolves and tigers. Everyone nods and bows when I see everyone. With a smiling face, it has become more and more difficult to do projects in the past few years. If the Bodhisattva is not worshiped on that road, nothing can be done. I can’t move anymore, but I want to get back the project funds they owe us. , that’s all the hard-earned money of the brothers, Huang Erkui and the three brothers used to be gangsters, we can’t beat them, you take the people and go first, I can handle it here.” Zhang Youcai smiled in relief, although the smile was forced, He has long passed the age of full-blooded and aggressive, dragging his family and not wanting to cause trouble, passing cigarettes to everyone he sees, calling him big brother, and being looked down upon by others, just to beg for food for the migrant workers who follow him .

Suddenly feeling a little sore in the nose, he asked Zhang Youcai to sit beside him and rest for a while: "Uncle Cai, I will take care of today's affairs by myself, let me settle it?"

Before they finished speaking, Zhang Shengli and a group of migrant workers yelled: "Xiaofan, what do you mean, there are no cowards in our Hetang Mine, and there is no one who is afraid of trouble, and no one will shrink back when something happens. Bastard, let's take care of today's matter together, and everyone who sees it will have a share."

"Brother Xiaofan, I'm not afraid of them. I fought at home since I was a child. They don't give me money, and they still want to beat people. My grandfather said that young people can be worthless, but they can't be defeated! Fuck you." Gouwa's eyes were clear. There was some indignant fire in his eyes, all eagerness.

Encouraged by Gouwa's immature but imposing words, the crowd gave out thunderous cheers and hearty laughter. What Zhang Youcai wanted to say was drowned in the eager cheers.

Walking to the side, Zhao Fanchen took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Abin, do you dare to bring someone from the construction site in the development zone?"

"Don't you dare? I said that as long as you speak, I will lead people to kill them in minutes. Is 150 people enough? I'll call if it's not enough? Well, the people under me will be your business once they hear it. It’s as exciting as getting blood from a chicken, just watch it! People and guys will be on the scene in 5 minutes, and I want to see that motherfucker who is so short-sighted.” Abin laughed disdainfully on the phone .

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fanchen took out a few hundred yuan bills from his pocket, and asked six young men in their twenties to carry four cases of cold beer to the small shop on the construction site. A few boxes of bread and ham sausage, let this group of people make it with great effort.

Six people brought bread and ham sausages and cold beer. A group of 20-year-old boys took a bottle and bit it open with their teeth. The beer froth came out, and the orange-yellow beer was gushing vigorously. , Drinking cold beer on this hot day is the most refreshing. Everyone sits in a circle with shirtless arms in the sun, drinking beer, eating bread and ham sausage, this is a vigorous life.

The young man who went to buy beer just now stuffed a mouthful of bread into his mouth, poured a beer, and looked at Zhao Fanchen eagerly: "Brother Xiaofan, when I went to buy beer just now, the owner of the small shop was also ours. The fellow from the Hetang Mine said that you gave us a face today, he said that he gave us the box of beer for nothing to support us, brother Xiaofan, you are the most ruthless fighter I have ever seen, and we respect you."

A group of strong young men raised beer bottles to Zhao Fanchen, shouting excitedly. The green beer bottles collided with each other, making a series of crisp sounds, and beer foam overflowed from the mouth of the bottle.

"Everyone can make it hard. If it's not enough, let's buy it again." Zhao Fanchen took a sip of beer, and brought two ham sausages and bread and beer to Zhang Youcai: "Uncle Cai, I have everything, you can eat some first. Have a drink."

The more than 30 street hooligans carrying cement and sand on their backs saw Zhao Fanchen and the group of migrant workers sitting together drinking in full swing. Their eyes are more alluring than naked beauties, but they can only watch from a distance, under the hot sun, swallow their saliva, lick their chapped lips, and continue to carry cement and sand.

After taking a sip of beer and a mouthful of bread, Zhang Youcai felt that his mouth tasted like chewing wax, and looked in the direction of the building from time to time, thinking about how to deal with Sankui when he came.

A few minutes later, with a low cry from a migrant worker, the person Huang Erkui shouted finally arrived. Walking in front were two fat black men who looked somewhat similar to Huang Erkui. chains, shaved bald heads, messy tattoos on their heads, and tattoos on their arms with their cuffs rolled up, for fear that others would not know that they were gangsters. There can be more than 50 migrant workers wearing hard hats, and the formation is not small, and they look like bullshit.

These three brothers are really weird, they are obviously like his mother's pot bottom, and they insist on wearing white shirts and white trousers, and they look like two ridiculous bastards.

The people here immediately threw away the beer bottles in their hands, fucked the guys around them, and got together, but Zhao Fanchen followed suit, carrying cement, and the street bastard who carried sand finally saw hope, and he could sit on the ground Stopped to take a breath, and waited to see what happened to Zhao Fanchen.

"Brother Huang, what happened just now was caused by young people who were ignorant. We paid a lot of medical expenses. Is it Erkui?" He pushed him away, but fortunately he was supported by Zhao Fanchen, otherwise he might have an accident if he bumped into the steel bar next to him.

"Fuck you, old bastard, get the hell out of here, it's none of your business, you dare to hit people on our territory, do you know that I gave you food, and turned against you?" Huang Dakui He brought someone to press him over, squinted at Zhao Fanchen and said contemptuously, "You got the second brother's arm at a discount? Boy, do you have the guts? Don't even inquire about it, who the hell is in charge of the development zone, Just dare to do it, are you looking for death? And you, what do you want to do with the guy? If you move the guy in front of me, Huang Dakui, I think you don’t want your tricks, do you?”

Huang Erkui, a man with a scar on his face, widened his eyes and showed a fierce look: "Brother, what are you talking about with these bastards? Just beat them up and it's over. Let's chop up these 13 bastards together and see what happens." Who is more ruthless? When I was 13 years old and came out to kill people, you didn’t know that you were spinning around in the belly of that ****! You dared to bully us Sankui, today I won’t let you see some blood, You don't know who is in charge of this place."

"I abolished your Erkui, didn't he tell you to bring money? If you come out with the 100 million today, forget about it, and I will let you go. If you don't bring money, you are here to kill people." , then you two will be out of luck, and you will end up worse than Erkui." Zhao Fanchen didn't care about the so many people brought by Huang Dakui and Huang Sankui, he stood up unhurriedly, glanced at the crowd,

"Fuck! What the hell did you just say, I heard it right, right? Let us go? You have never seen such a big scene, kid, have you been scared stupid by me? Okay? I want to see if you have How capable?" Huang Dakui said with a mocking smile.

"Your uncle, you are so arrogant!" Huang Sankui's temper was a little irritable, obviously a brain-dead bastard with well-developed limbs, he started to fight at the slightest disagreement, and kicked towards Zhao Fanchen's face.