Ning Xiu 'er was busy with her own business. She put the roasted sweet potatoes into the glass cabinet on the mountain cart and didn't look at the hooligans who surrounded her. The people in the mountains were simple, but don't take their simplicity for fools. They could roughly tell who was good and who was bad. The hooligans surrounded them with a smile. The young man in the lead had a small braid on the back of his head. He looked ugly and had a strong body. He wasn't as thin as the others. He was probably hollowed out by alcohol and sex.
The gangster with the braid was the famous " Little Brother Mao " in the southern part of the city. The prostitutes in the hair salons and small hotels, as well as some shady nightclubs, would pay tribute to him every month. The small characters in the southern bus station had to obey his orders. The head of the police station in the urban and rural areas often called him brother at the wine table and drank happily. In the small area of the southern second ring, he was considered a big shot.
The reason why this guy could make it big was not because of how tough his fists were, how ruthless his heart was, or how good his martial arts were. It was because he had a powerful figure backing him up. As for who that powerful figure was, everyone in the southern part of the city knew it. Xiao Bing leaned against the tree trunk as if nothing had happened. He calmly looked at the busy streets. A group of ruffians was not worth his time.
"May I know your name, little sister?”Little Brother Mao stood in front of the sweet potato stall with his arms crossed. Although a hooligan at his level might not be as oppressive as a big shot who had been in power for a long time, he had the arrogance of a big hooligan when he posed.
Ning Xiu 'er casually rolled her eyes and continued to do her work. The thin-skinned man would most likely leave in anger after being glared at like that. Brother Xiao Mao was not a thin-skinned man, and the gangsters around him were not good men and women either. A bald lackey smiled wretchedly and said,"Sister, if you follow our Brother Xiao Mao, you'll be able to eat and drink well and live in a good house.”
Xiu-Er frowned, but she didn't look up. The gangsters teased her non-stop. Lil Bro took out a wallet from his trouser pocket and took out five hundred-yuan bills in a gentlemanly manner. He handed it to Ning Xiu-Er and said,""Here's 500 yuan for you. I'll buy the roasted sweet potatoes. If you don't think it's enough, I'll give you another 500 yuan.”
"Not for sale." Ning Xiu 'er said firmly, not even looking at the five brand-new bills. How bold would a poor person from the mountains need to be to ignore five hundred yuan? Xiu-Er's hometown was next to the primeval forest of the Greater Kaxing 'an Mountains. The mountains were tall and there were many trees, but there were few fields. The income from farming alone was pitifully low. Most of the villagers relied on the mountains to eat, went into the mountains to hunt, and used the fur of animals to pay for their lives. This 500 yuan was a windfall in that poor place where birds did not shit.
Some time ago, Xiu-Er's daily income had broken through the 100-yuan mark. She had been tossing and turning in excitement for a few nights and couldn't fall asleep. In her hometown, she had gone hunting with her brother and worked hard to plant three acres of thin farmland. The savings in the red cloth bag under the cabinet had never exceeded 500 yuan. How many girls could resist the temptation from the backwater to the provincial capital, which was no different from a colorful world?
It was Xiu-Er's principle that people should get their money in the right way. It was also the bottom line that others could not touch. Therefore, she made money by selling roasted sweet potatoes on her own. It was too cheap for a girl from the city to show her face in public and experience the wind and sun. However, Xiu-Er was defending the dignity of the people in the mountains. Every night, she closed her stall and passed by the red hair salon on the roadside. She was qualified to cast a pitiful look at the "Miss" who was showing her thighs and chest at the entrance of the hair salon. The beautiful girl from the mountains did not have Xiu-Er's determination. It was hard not to fall into depravity in this world.
Little Brother Mao had never been rejected by a woman like this in the small area of the south of the city. The prostitutes in the hair salons and hotels, the ladies in the nightclubs, all of them had to be submissive when they saw him. They had also met a few " wild horses ". After a beating, they would obediently take off their clothes and lie on the bed, waiting to be ravaged.
"It's rare for you to be so beautiful and have such a personality. I like it. I'll definitely get you into bed tonight.”The corners of Brother Xiao Mao's mouth curled up into a sinister smile. He was already tired of playing with women who played tricks to please him in bed. Occasionally taming a " wild horse " must be a different feeling.
Ning Xiu 'er shook her thick ponytail and looked up at Brother Xiao Mao with a cold face. She didn't show any fear and clenched her hands into fists. It seemed that if Brother Xiao Mao was rude again, this girl would fight him. Only her brother, who could knock over a cow with one punch and fight with a bear, knew how powerful her fists were.
"They treat you like scum. Don't stand here and get lost.”Xiao Bing finally spoke up. He couldn't treat himself as an outsider and watch a girl like Xiu 'er fight with a bunch of bastards.
"Damn it, who do you think you are? Do you want to die?" Little Brother Mao's lackey roared and quickly bent down to pick up a brick and rushed over. Before he could use his most ferocious "brick to hit the head", he had already been sent flying. The four or five hooligans who had just taken out their cigarettes and were ready to watch the show were suddenly smashed to the ground.
More than a dozen people who were usually aggressive were stunned for a second or two. They cursed and surrounded Xiao Bing. The two gangsters had just reached out their fists when Xiao Bing's hand gently patted their shoulders. With a crack, the two brothers 'shoulders were dislocated, and they sat on the ground with their teeth bared. Almost at the same time, Xiao Bing's two hands grabbed the other two's jaws and pulled them down slightly. Their jaws were dislocated, and their throats were whimpering. They couldn't move their mouths, and they were crying in pain.
In just one or two seconds, he had crippled four people. Little Brother Mao was dumbfounded and did not see how the other party had attacked. He often went to the underground boxing arena in Ninghe City to watch underground boxing matches. He had personally experienced the bloody smell of the underground boxing arena and witnessed the cruel methods of the experts who killed people at all costs. However, compared to the person in front of him, they seemed to be on a different level.
Xiao Bing's speed and accuracy left the onlookers speechless. He took two steps forward, and the remaining seven or eight hooligans took two steps back in fear. Only then did they take a closer look at the fierce man who had charged out. There was no expression on his bronze face under his inch-long hair. He was cold and calm, and his body was strong and straight. He gave off an unshakable pressure when he poked his face in front of them.
" Continue, I've just warmed up." Xiao Bing's cold eyes swept across the crowd. These trash weren't even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth. He had only used a small amount of strength when he attacked. One had to know that the guys who had sparred with him in the army a few years ago were all serious and fierce people. Any one of them could casually poke these trash to death with a finger.
There were so many people on the road, and Xiao Mao's men braced themselves to fight with Xiao Bing again for the sake of their so-called reputation. Three of them brandished their daggers, but Xiao Bing did not dodge or move an inch. The guy who first attacked from behind with the dagger was thrown five to six meters away by a shoulder throw, and then rolled three to four meters on the road, knocking down two fruit stalls. The other two hooligans who were waving their daggers around saw Xiao Bing grab the daggers the moment their companions flew out. He did not use much strength to break the pure steel blade. Everyone was dumbfounded. The hooligans who still had combat power stood on the ground, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. They were in a daze.
"Continue!"
The cold and emotionless voice struck the hearts of the hooligans. Little Brother Mao, who had been domineering in the southern district for many years, actually had the illusion that his will was about to collapse when he heard these two words.
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