Chapter 66: Give Me A Flying Kick To Death

  "Bully my brother! You're asking for death!" Tank's face turned red as he stood up with a 'huff' and followed Ye Yangjian.

  It was early in the morning, and the market was bustling with people buying vegetables, selling vegetables, doing small business, running cars and carrying goods. The roadside had a row of storefronts, with many hardware stores selling boards and miscellaneous items. Yang Jian swept his eyes and walked into one of them with Tank.

  "Shop owner, do you have steel pipes for sale?" Yè Yáng Jiàn went in and directly stated his purpose without beating around the bush.

  "Sir, you need to specify the purpose of buying steel pipes or what diameter you want. What material is it made of, pure steel or stainless steel? The price difference is huge due to different materials... " The boss thought it was a big deal and asked very professionally.

  "What diameter? Just get one that can be held in hand, material doesn't matter, a bit heavy, cut two 1-meter long ones. Need it immediately." Yang Jian said impatiently. "Damn it, take it yourself to fight, who cares if it's stainless steel or pure steel, as long as it's substantial and useful."

  "Hey, you guys are going to use this to fight? I'm afraid I won't sell it to you then. Sorry about that, really sorry. We're just a small business and don't want any trouble... The hardware store owner wasn't stupid either, as soon as he heard their tone, he knew they were looking for a fight, so he quickly waved his hand to decline."

  "Damn it! I'm gonna take a steel pipe and beat those stupid city management dogs today, you damn well better sell it today or I'll make you sell it. Tank, find a few saws that feel good in your hand!" Night Yang Jian's temper flared up, he took out 100 yuan and threw it at the face of the hardware store owner, ordering Tank to take action himself.

  "Wait! Who are you going to beat up? Beat the city management?" Tank was just about to take action when he suddenly heard the owner of the hardware store shout out.

  "Nonsense! Of course we'll beat those wearing yellow dog skin." Tank casually stretched out his hand to look for something.

  "Wait a minute! Are you really going to beat up the city inspectors?" The hardware store owner hastily blocked the two men, although it seemed like he couldn't stop them at all.

  "Hurry up! I'm in a rush to beat someone up! I'm so angry now, if you block me again, I'll beat you up too. Tank, throw him out for me, I'll cut the steel pipe myself..." Night Yang Jian impatiently lit a cigarette and scolded.

  "Not...not...no...no! I'm not trying to stop you! I want to sponsor you..." The hardware store owner shouted loudly at Ye Yangjian.

  "Huh...... sponsorship?......" This time it was Yèyáng Jiàn and Tǎn Kè's turn to be stunned.

  The owner of the hardware store stopped nagging and directly pulled out a stainless steel pipe from the shelf, measured its length, picked up a cutting machine and quickly cut two one-meter lengths, and then used a grinding machine to grind the metal burrs on the edges. He grabbed a roll of electrical tape and carefully wrapped one end of the steel pipe into a handy grip. He handed it over to Yeyang Jian.

  "Take a look and see if it's handy." The hardware store owner rubbed his hands together and asked.

  Yasunori wiped the sweat from his forehead, grasped the steel pipe and made a few false swings, then shook his wrist a couple of times. The weight was just right, and the grip felt comfortable.

  "I've ground off the sharp edges, so they won't cut your hands. And I've wrapped them thickly with electrical tape at the back, so they won't slip even if they're bloody, and they'll absorb shocks if you hit something hard, so your hands won't go numb. Heh heh, how's that? Not bad, right? Consider it my sponsorship of you guys." The hardware store owner chuckled as he explained.

  "Wow, so professional..." Tank took over a rod and swung it casually, putting it on his shoulder and praising.

  "Haha, that's right, don't even ask, the best fighters in the 20-li radius are all sold by me." The hardware store owner smiled proudly and handed a hundred yuan back to Ye Yangjian...

  After saying thanks, carrying steel pipes, Yang Jian and Da Xiong stormed towards the direction of Da Xiong's father's roast pork stall.

  "Wife, I can tell at a glance that these two are not good people. Look at their appearance, they must be Big Wei's comrades-in-arms. Tsk tsk, look at the way they walk and their posture, it's possible that they came from the troops for Big Wei's sake. Just watch, those damn bandits will definitely be unlucky today, hahaha..." The hardware store owner said with a smile to his wife.

  In the midst of a bustling market, in front of a stall in the meat market, the surrounding vendors and residents who came to buy vegetables spontaneously formed a circle, watching the scene unfolding in the center...

  "Captain Zhou, my son is still young and doesn't understand things, he has a bad temper and offended you. Please help me out and give the police station a call to let him go. I'll make sure to discipline him strictly from now on. I'm begging you, old Zhao, please take this cigarette and smoke it, and take this piece of pork liver back home to cook some soup to nourish your body..." Zhao Shanhe, who was nearly sixty years old, pleaded desperately while tugging at Captain Zhou's sleeve.

  "Stop it! Do you know what kind of person your son is? He's a black household who has to report to the police station every week, that's permanent surveillance, you know? It's like, it's like having one foot in prison already. Dammit, and he still doesn't behave himself, daring to resist the law with violence! My four team members were all injured by him, dammit! I must get the public security brothers to severely punish him. Don't think that a few packs of cigarettes can settle this matter. I'm telling you, this thing won't be resolved without 100,000 to 200,000 yuan! Dammit, this stinky little brat, I reckon the police station's notification will sentence him to life imprisonment or even execution, originally he was a good-for-nothing, dying would be what he deserves."

  The leader of the city management team, Zhou Ke, slapped away Zhao Shanhe's hand, causing the pig liver and cigarettes to fall to the ground. With a swift kick, he knocked over Zhao Shanhe's pork stall, watching with an ugly face as Zhao Shanhe picked up things from the ground.

  Weeks could curse the door to see a ghost, Old Zhao didn't mention the things that happened a few days ago, it was fine. As soon as he thought of the things that happened a few days ago, Zhou Ke's face twitched and sucked in cold air. That day, he brought his subordinates, a group of city administrators, to the market to make some money, and they made their way to Old Zhao's pork stall. Originally, they wanted to get some money back to take a bath and stroll around the beauty salon at night, but unexpectedly, Old Zhao was not at the stall, it was his retired son Zhao Dawei who was taking care of the business. He gave that stinky boy two hints, but the boy didn't even fart once, and instead glared at him sideways, which made himself feel embarrassed, giving that stinky boy a glare made his whole body tremble. To save face, he found an excuse to affect the market's appearance and ordered his subordinates to take away his stall. Originally, he thought of teaching him a lesson, and then calling his old man to bring some good cigarettes and wine would be over. Who knew that stinky boy was possessed by something evil, and dared to fight back, beating one of his smaller brothers to death.

  As soon as Zhao Dawei's eyes turned red, he started beating his subordinates with a playful attitude, and Zhou Ke was also frightened. This unit is really different from others. Fortunately, I'm smart and slipped into the crowd early, called 110, and after the police arrived, they pointed their guns to take Zhao Dawei away. But now all my brothers are hospitalized. Later, I heard that the police said this kid seemed to be forcibly discharged from the army, apparently made a mistake in the army, was returned by the country, and would accept some kind of control, anyway, it's going to be severe. My mind is slightly relieved.

  "Captain Zhou, please think of a way to get my son out of this, he's still young, I'm willing to settle privately, I'll pay for the medical expenses and nutrition fees, please don't make things difficult for my son, he's suffered enough in the army, it can't end like this... I beg of you... Captain Zhou, I beg of you..." Zhao Shanhe was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face as he grabbed onto Captain Zhou's pant leg again.

  "Alright, 200,000 and I'll let you off the hook. Otherwise, haha, I heard from someone when I was drinking last time that your family has some kind of treasure passed down from the Ming dynasty..." Zhou said slowly with a smirk on his face, savoring the feeling of being in control. He glanced around at the other city management team members who were all snickering, knowing that Team Leader Zhou had been eyeing that heirloom of Zhao's family for a long time.

  The surrounding shopkeepers were silently watching with a mixture of anger and helplessness, as Zhao Shanhe begged pitifully with tears and snot for Zhou Ke's mercy, making them feel a sense of sympathy. However, they were powerless to do anything, as even when Old Zhao's son returned from the army, he was unable to bring him down, but instead had been sent to the police station, his fate unknown. It was said that Old Zhao had spent a lot of money in the past few days, but still hadn't seen his son, and no one knew what had happened to Zhao Dawei.

  "It's no use even if you pull him out, I'm telling you, your son is finished for this life, he's just a deserter. You know? This is still the country showing mercy, otherwise he would have been shot dead long ago, what a ridiculous thing. Zhou continued to insult Zhao's family with salt on their wounds. The surrounding city management team members also loudly ridiculed them without any restraint, such a wonderful thing can't be encountered every day, how honorable."

  "My son is not a deserter, my son has been in the army for several years and has suffered so much. My son is a good kid, he even brought back special cigarettes that only high-ranking officials can smoke to show respect to me, you've never seen them before. If my son were a deserter, how would he have gotten these cigarettes..." Zhao Shanhe immediately spoke out to stop others from insulting his son. He hastily pulled out a special box from his upper pocket, on which two steel guns were crossed, with an embossed August 1st military emblem in the middle, and a line of regular script that read "Special Supply for the Chinese People's Liberation Army". He opened it to show everyone inside, where three gold-tipped special cigarettes lay quietly.

  "What's this? You haven't even let us try some to show your respect." Zhou Ke was also a connoisseur of good tobacco, and he immediately reached out to take some and taste it.

  "No way, you can't smoke this. My son said it's his life's work, the proof of his bravery. This cigarette is not for you. If they want to sentence my son, I'll hand it over to the court and let them see. My son was wrong to hit someone, but he's absolutely no deserter." Zhao Shanhe closed the cigarette box with a flourish, holding it in his hand like a treasure. But this action made Zhou Ke so angry that he almost choked. Dammit, missing out on one cigarette is nothing, but losing face in front of all these business owners is unacceptable.

  "Damn it, your son is a deserter, these must have been stolen from their commander. Haha, no wonder they were kicked out of the country! Ahah~ originally a thief, bring them over to me, this is evidence." Zhou Ke ordered his men to snatch the cigarette box from Zhao Shanhe's hand while laughing wildly.

  One tall, one short, two robust figures squeezed in from the crowd of onlookers surrounding them. It's not that they squeezed in, but rather the people around naturally made way for them.