Siheyuan: The Era of Struggle

Chapter 252 Give me an explanation

As the saying goes, catch the thief and catch the stolen goods, catch the adulterer and catch the couple.

After confirming that the other party was intentionally attacking him, He Yuanchao carefully glanced left and right without saying a word.

The money and work ID were all in his coat pocket, and there was nothing else but a gun on his waist! Could it be that this person is here for his precious Colt?

He Yuanchao was analyzing the other party's motives in his mind, but his body suddenly leaned back to the left, and while the other party was stunned, he grabbed the extra hand in his left coat pocket.

'what……'

I don't know if the person who stole the thing was frightened, or if his hand was painful from being clenched. Before He Yuanchao could turn around to see which way Mao Shen was touching his head, he heard a sudden sound coming from his side. Exclamations.

This voice was so sudden that it stood out even in a noisy environment.

No matter when and where, the attributes of the Chinese people watching the excitement are always full. After hearing the shouts, they turned to cast questioning glances. Seeing that the two people seemed to have made a move, the temple fair instantly became unsatisfactory, and their faces were filled with tears. They stopped and gathered around in anticipation.

"Yuanchao, are you okay?"

"Yes, second uncle, you weren't hurt anywhere, were you?"

Looking at He Yuanchao, who was smiling but not smiling, the Mao suit thief suppressed the panic in his heart, looked around and then started shouting loudly.

You come up with whatever you want, and I couldn't find a chance to give you some trouble, so you handed me the ladder yourself. Before the Mao Zedong thief finished his shout, He Yuanchao slapped him with a big-eared post.

The person in front of him was estimated to be in his mid-twenties, tall and thin, wearing a navy blue tunic suit that was 80% new. When he saw the small eyes on the pig kidney face and the big gaping mouth, He Yuanchao couldn't help laughing. Come.

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Seeing the red fingerprints on the man's face and the bloodshot eyes oozing from the corners of his mouth, the onlookers couldn't help but take a breath.

"Come here! Help! Is there any royal law? Someone dares to commit murder in the street in broad daylight..."

With a little more force, He Yuanchao held down the thief's hand that was suddenly trying to break free. He Yuanchao raised the corner of his mouth and gave him a sidelong look before saying: "Boy, I advise you to be more honest, or else you will lose your finger." Don’t blame me.”

Originally, he was at fault first, and He Yuanchao didn't intend to care about it, but it was all in his own hands. If he didn't vent his anger, he would feel guilty for the opportunity given to his grandson.

After giving Zhang Min, Yu Li, and He Yuyu who were surrounding him a "It's okay, don't be impatient" look, He Yuanchao turned around and took a good look at the thief he had caught.

Listening to the comments of the people around, a young woman in the crowd couldn't help but loudly said: "Comrade, you are going too far. No matter how big the conflict is, you can't be so cruel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, some people who couldn't stand it began to echo.

It's not that this person is very lovable, but He Yuanchao remembers that when he was trying to find a place to store his car, it was this grandson who scolded him the loudest and most unpleasantly.

"Yes! Why are young people today so angry?"

"What a hatred! The attack was too harsh."

"Yes, comrade, if you have something to say, don't you still have the police if you can't?"

"Young man, please be merciful to others!"

"That's it, keep a thin line as a human being so that we can meet each other easily in the future."...

He Yuanchao stopped Zhang Min who was about to come out to rescue him, and ignored the chatter of the people around him. He put on a look of indignation and shouted loudly to the people around him: "Everyone, please comment. I went out to visit the temple fair during the Chinese New Year and my pockets were stolen by thieves. Who wouldn’t be worried?”

After saying that, He Yuanchao pointed to the hand of the Mao suit thief that had reached into his coat pocket for the crowd to see.

After being exposed, the thief in Chinese tunic suit became anxious. He opened his mouth and spat out two bloody teeth, then said in a vague and sophistry manner: "Everyone is a fool...it's no good to believe him. I'm not a thief. He's bloody...bloody." "

As soon as the onlookers heard that there was a thief, they had no intention of settling the lawsuit between the two. They all started to lower their heads and check the money and belongings they carried.

As the old saying goes, you don't know how painful it is until you hit your body with a wooden board. Just now, the young woman who had just righteously advised He Yuanchao to be magnanimous suddenly became furious when she found out that she had lost seven dollars, fourty-two cents.

He squeezed out of the crowd and took a few steps to He Yuanchao's side. He raised his hand and slapped the Mao suit thief in the face.

"Tell me, have you stolen my money? Hand it over to me quickly, or else...or let this comrade make excuses."

If there was an older girl or a younger daughter-in-law coming to hang out with me, how beautiful would the Mao suit thief be? Right now, my head is buzzing, and I have long lost the thought of flirting.

"Sister, my hand has been grabbed, how can I steal your money?"

This seems to make sense!

While the young girl was stunned, another middle-aged man hurriedly walked out of the crowd.

"There is no truth in the thief's mouth. Don't talk nonsense to him. Let's find it ourselves."

Hearing this, the young girl's eyes also lit up. She glanced at the middle-aged man who came to her and started to search her body, and immediately prepared to ask Xiao Guicao to follow him.

"Fuck you, stop it. If anyone does it again, don't blame me for destroying her."

As soon as the middle-aged man's hand touched the pocket of Mao Zedong's jacket, an arrogant voice came over.

Immediately afterwards, three arrogant young men wearing dark blue cotton coats walked out of the crowd with kitchen knives in their hands.

Seeing this guy move, the people around me said, "Oh my God!" ’ They all backed away with a cry.

Although those who watch the excitement are not afraid of big troubles, if they really break out and bleed, the gains outweigh the losses. After all, cloth tickets are precious and expensive these days, and many families may not be willing to make new clothes after a few years.

The three young men in dark blue coats seemed to be very satisfied with the effect of their appearance, shaking their heads and looking around. One of them, holding a cigarette in his mouth, walked up to He Yuanchao with steps that he did not recognize.

"Grandson, you have beaten people and taken away their share. Do you have to give me an explanation?"

After saying that, he raised his hand in a joking manner and gestured twice at He Yuanchao with the somewhat rusty kitchen knife in his hand.

He Yuanchao glanced around and saw that except for a few people from his own family who were still around him, the rest of the people, including the two men who were just trying to get into the Mao Zedong suit, had already run two or three meters away from him. .

Seeing this, He Yuanchao quickly made up his mind, and his two teeth were relieved of the scolding he had just received.

Even if he didn't vent his anger, he didn't intend to make fun of his family's safety. Otherwise, if something happened, there would be no place to buy regret medicine.

Thinking of this, He Yuanchao quickly pulled out a Colt M1911 pistol from his waist and pointed it at the cigarette-holding man's head.

(End of this chapter)