Chapter 46: Soft-Egged Man
Zhao Ziyang's appearance gives people the impression that he is harmless. He does not have a particularly tough appearance, nor does he have a pair of cold eyes at any time. On the contrary, he gives people the overall feeling of being sunny and gentle, and does not seem to have too strong lethality.
"Who are you?" The leader shouted at Zhao Ziyang, "Black Tiger Gang members, get out of here!"
The Black Tiger Gang's signboard is relatively well-known in Chinatown. Although not as famous as the old gangs, the Black Tiger Gang is more arrogant and domineering. Relatively speaking, the old gangs are more low-key because they disdain such small restaurants. As the saying goes, if you eat meat, you have to give others some soup. The Black Tiger Gang is the kind that drinks soup.
"Haha..." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to the leader, "You can ask for money, but there's no need to hit anyone. There are many things we can talk about, for example, we can ."
"Talk? How?" The leading Chinese man stared at Zhao Ziyang, trying to figure out where this guy came from.
But he couldn't see anything. The real boss of the gang would not bring people out to collect protection fees. He was just a small leader.
Zhao Ziyang rescued Zhao Changzheng, told the guy to stay away, and walked towards the leader. He wanted to have a good talk with this guy, a thorough talk.
After Zhao Changzheng was freed, he ran towards the back hall without looking back.
Seeing Zhao Ziyang standing in front of him, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang glared at the young man in a suit with his ferocious eyes, and his men surrounded Zhao Ziyang.
"How to talk about..."
"boom!"
As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang saw a terrifying and bloodthirsty look in Zhao Ziyang's eyes. His eyes were full of murderous aura and so cruel that no one dared to look directly at him.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ziyang punched him hard on the head, knocking him to the ground.
With a "bang", the leader of the Black Tiger Gang fell to the ground neatly, two lines of blood oozing from his nostrils. Half of his cheek fell heavily on the ground and was deeply embedded in the glass fragments. His body twitched slightly, his eyeballs bulged outwards slightly, and he was in a drowsy state.
"Snap", Zhao Ziyang stepped on the leader's neck and crushed him hard with his foot, making his cheek more tightly connected to the glass fragments.
"drink!"
A subordinate nearby saw his boss being hit hard, and immediately shouted, took out a dagger and rushed towards Zhao Ziyang.
With a "swish" sound, a black light flashed from Zhao Ziyang's left hand, and the Nepalese machete tore through the air and slashed towards him.
The blade flashed, and the subordinate felt a chill on his wrist, and then saw his hand separate from his wrist and fall to the ground.
His bare wrist was pale, and by the time he realized that his wrist had been cut off by the other party, blood began to flow out of his wrist.
The feeling of fear filled every pore of his body. A part of his body was suddenly separated from him. This scene would stimulate his fear to the limit.
"Ah!..." A howl of pain came out of his mouth. He grabbed his hand that fell on the ground and tried hard to catch it on his wrist, completely forgetting everything else.
"boom!"
A muffled sound was heard and the wailing stopped. Zhao Ziyang kicked the man on the head, knocking him unconscious.
At this time, Zhao Changzheng also ran out with a boning knife. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but stand there with his mouth wide open.
At this time, the other Black Tiger Gang members were not moved at all. They were so frightened by Zhao Ziyang's ferocity that their legs went weak and they dragged their bodies to escape.
A streak of black light flashed, and the chain on a member's neck was cut off by a Nepalese army knife. The skin on his neck was covered with goose bumps due to the coldness, but the skin was intact.
"Don't go, let's talk it over." Zhao Ziyang's voice was still harmless, and it sounded like he was discussing something with everyone.
But this tone of negotiation contained an absoluteness that could not be disobeyed, which made the remaining few people stand there obediently and dare not move.
Just at this moment, the door of the hotel was pushed open and Zhao Zhengrong came back after finishing his business.
When he saw the scene in front of him, his brows frowned slightly, but his eyes did not change at all, which was enough to show that this scene was nothing in his eyes.
"Brother..." Zhao Zhengrong called Zhao Ziyang with an unpleasant tone.
The hand of a member of the Black Tiger Gang was chopped off in your own restaurant. I am afraid that this matter is more troublesome. You can't let these guys harass you all day long. But when Zhao Zhengrong looked at his son, he clearly saw the finger marks on Zhao Changzheng's neck, who was holding the boning knife.
There is no need to say anything, everything is clear. His son was bullied and Zhao Ziyang helped him out. He cannot blame him. On the contrary, he should thank him.
"Dad, they are here to collect money again. This is the fourth time this month!" Zhao Changzheng said to Zhao Zhengrong while holding a knife, his face full of indignation.
"Yeah." Zhao Zhengrong nodded. When he saw the Nepalese machete in Zhao Ziyang's hand, a bright light immediately flashed in his eyes: Good knife!
A bright light flashed and disappeared, and Zhao Zhengrong looked at Zhao Ziyang.
"Brother, how about letting me take care of the rest of the things?" Zhao Zhengrong asked Zhao Ziyang for his opinion.
With a swish, Zhao Ziyang put away the Nepalese machete, took a step back and left the rest to Zhao Zhengrong.
"Take it and go. If you hurry, you still have time to plant it." Zhao Zhengrong told these guys to get out.
After hearing what Zhao Zhengrong said, they did not move, but kept their eyes on Zhao Ziyang, waiting for Zhao Ziyang to speak.
They were afraid of Zhao Ziyang, not the owner of this Sichuan restaurant.
Zhao Ziyang nodded slightly, and the gang quickly carried their leader, holding the severed hand and carrying another companion, and hurried out without even daring to look back.
"Come here!" Zhao Zhengrong called his son with a gloomy face.
Zhao Changzheng walked over obediently, but his face showed strong reluctance and stubbornness.
With a crisp "pa" sound, Zhao Zhengrong slapped Zhao Changzheng hard.
"Brother Zhao, you..."
"It's none of your business!" Zhao Zhengrong's voice was heard, his tone full of indescribable dominance and arrogance, as if Zhao Ziyang was just a soldier under his command.
Zhao Ziyang naturally couldn't interfere with others disciplining his son. He stepped aside, watching quietly, and felt the breath from Zhao Zhengrong's breath. He was sure that Zhao Zhengrong had not only fought in self-defense counterattacks, but also had other experiences, because the breath released at that moment was very similar to theirs, a butcher + executioner + soldier!
"Just give me money if you want it!" Zhao Zhengrong yelled at his son. Looking at the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he shouted, "Fuck you, why did I raise such an ignorant son like you? You always cause trouble for me!"
After being slapped, Zhao Changzheng knelt on the ground. He raised his head high with a stubborn expression on his face, and he was very dissatisfied with Zhao Zhengrong's scolding.
"Still glaring?!" Zhao Zhengrong glared, picked up a baseball bat that was left nearby, and was about to hit Zhao Changzheng with it.
With a loud "bang", the baseball bat hit Zhao Changzheng hard, causing his body to tremble.
But this boy was a tough guy, still looking at his father with a defiant face.
"Damn it, this is outrageous!" Zhao Zhengrong, who was stared at by Zhao Changzheng, threw away the baseball bat and took out a thorn whip from the bar.
Seeing the thorn whip, Zhao Changzheng couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and pointed at Zhao Zhengrong's nose and yelled loudly.
"You are a wimp! If you weren't my father, I would have beaten you up long ago!" Zhao Changzheng continued to shout excitedly, "People come to collect protection fees every day, just because they think you are a wimp. Why don't other restaurants have them? You are so shameless to hit me, I just can't stand your stinky behavior, are you still a man? I just don't understand why my grandfather gave birth to a wimp like you, you are not ashamed, but I am!"
Zhao Zhengrong's veins popped out due to being scolded by his own son. His face turned red and he raised the thorn whip in his hand.
“Hit me, hit me, hit me hard!” Zhao Changzheng stretched his neck, his eyes suddenly reddened, and shouted at Zhao Zhengrong: “If you kill me, I can see my mother!”
The thorn whip fell down, and the anger on Zhao Zhengrong's face dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of guilt and self-blame. At this moment, his waist hunched, looking much older, and the whole person was wrapped in .
"Get out..." Zhao Zhengrong yelled weakly at Zhao Changzheng and threw the thorn whip on the ground.
Zhao Changzheng rolled his eyes, winked at Zhao Ziyang, then turned and ran towards his room.
Zhao Ziyang shook his head. He was a little amused by this kid. It seemed that he had used this trick countless times. However, this kid must be feeling uncomfortable. His father was indeed too cowardly. No one wanted to stand up for his family in this situation. You know, his grandfather was a man. He was an old revolutionary who had experienced hundreds of brutal battles. His descendants must not embarrass themselves and must live like men.
On the other hand, Zhao Changzheng's idol is his grandfather, who has shaped his daring and passionate character since childhood. He is born with a strong character, and it is impossible to make him bow down to others. This kid is a very proud person.
"Are you okay?" Zhao Ziyang patted Zhao Zhengrong's shoulder gently.
"It's okay." Zhao Zhengrong rubbed his face and smiled bitterly: "Hey, this kid is ignorant and has no idea how much trouble he will cause. But I have to thank you. If you hadn't helped, Changzheng would have suffered a lot with his temper."
"It's okay, we are all Chinese." Zhao Ziyang said this to Zhao Zhengrong, but he felt an indescribable feeling of discomfort in his heart.
What Chinese people like most is internal fighting, even if it is overseas. The word "tolerance" makes Chinese people cloaked in a layer of servility. It is not that some problems are hard to see through, but the ancient teachings are at work.
It was obvious that Zhao Zhengrong was in a bad mood, and Zhao Ziyang was not in a good mood to stay any longer, so he chatted with him for a few words and then said goodbye. He could see that Zhao Zhengrong must be thinking about his dead wife, and a man at this time needs to be alone.
Walk out of the hotel and turn right. Cross the intersection and go forward about 100 meters to the hotel where Zhao Ziyang lives. It is the rush hour after work, and the whole Chinatown shows its most lively and prosperous side of the day.
Zhao Ziyang walked slowly in the crowd, stopping in front of some small stalls from time to time, looking very excited. But he glanced around with the corner of his eyes, with a smile on his face.
Someone was following him, but the tracking technique was not very sophisticated.
It shouldn't be said that Zhao Ziyang discovered the other party through the other party's poor tracking skills, but his sixth sense told him. Generally speaking, when a person walks on the street and looks at another stranger, it will never exceed three seconds. The only people who can be looked at for a few more seconds are beautiful women and people who are out of tune with the surrounding environment.
But Zhao Ziyang in a suit is no different from the people around him. Britain is a country with a long history of civilization. They are very particular about their clothes, and calm and refined suits are naturally their first choice.
In this situation, Zhao Ziyang clearly felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, and keeping a certain distance from him.
Zhao Ziyang's cells underwent abnormal changes during division and regeneration, and he discovered that his sixth sense was much stronger than before, so he was sure that he was being followed.
Taking two quick steps forward, Zhao Ziyang took out a small phone, pressed a button, and then quickly turned into an alley.
Seeing Zhao Ziyang turn into an alley, a figure behind him also walked quickly and plunged into the alley. But the figure who walked into the alley was stunned for a moment. He did not see Zhao Ziyang, and it seemed that he disappeared out of thin air.
