Chapter 63: The Club-Wielding Thug and the Scholar-Martial Artist

  Locals, including the yamen runners, constables and street patrolmen, didn't dare to interfere with him. During the day, he would gather a group of thugs and cause trouble everywhere. Later, it's unknown who gave him the idea, but he actually occupied the Zhongsheng Hall and started doing business there, though this was not a legitimate trade either.

  Inside Zhengri, there are brothels and casinos. Looking at the businesses in Nancheng, whoever's business is good, they would call a group of people to go occupy the business first, then sell it out, or ask the original owner to redeem it back. In these years, in Nancheng, several families were indeed forced to bankruptcy.

  These days, the most popular place in Nancheng is Huifeng Building opened by Jiangfeng. Judging from this momentum, everyone knows that it will be the most profitable restaurant in the future. Li Yong also paid attention to it and has been inquiring about it. He learned about it indirectly two days ago.

  The master of Huifeng Building turned out to be a small patrol officer, what's there to fear? This is the fat meat on the mouth. At that time, it was through those mixed people around him to find manpower and prepare to take over the store. As for the government, Li Yong thought about it and couldn't help but sneer 'The silver money given to Commander Zhao Tianbo every month is not wasted'.

  Looking at the crowd below, Li Yong vaguely felt that he was a general who led troops into battle. He couldn't express the pride in his heart, and shouted to the people below:

  "Brothers, tonight's business is settled. Each of us will get 300 wen. We don't need to exert too much effort. Let's surround that store and force the owner to sell it to us..."

  There is a rascal down there who says:

  "Li Lao Da, brothers all understand, if he doesn't sell, just beat him until he sells."

  The people around him burst out laughing, Li Yong touched his neatly trimmed beard and also chuckled, shouting:

  "Go, come back and I'll treat you to a drink..."

  Suddenly, a commotion broke out on both sides of the road. The sky had already darkened, and Li Yong standing on the steps couldn't see clearly what was happening on either side. After all, there were nearly two or three hundred people crowded here, occupying quite a bit of space!

  The hoodlums on both sides of the street were terrified to discover that there were over a dozen big men on each side, with their heads and faces covered with cloth, only revealing their eyes, standing in a neat row, holding wooden sticks about six feet long, rushing towards them in unison.

  To know that the knives on the market also cost several tens of cents, and they are kept at home for cooking, let alone hundreds of people smashing shops, each one is just a spectator cheering, adding to the crowd, punching a few times, most of them are empty-handed, at most holding a stick over two feet long, which can be considered as a weapon.

  The thugs were in a mess, but the masked men moved neatly, their wooden sticks long enough, with elasticity, plus strength, poking once was also painful to death, and this was still the top of the wooden stick wrapped in cotton, if it was hard wood, it's possible that it would be directly fatal.

  With a loud crash, the thugs on both sides yelled in pain and dodged, running towards the middle. Suddenly, everything was in chaos. Standing in the middle were the henchmen from Zhongsheng Hall and Li Yong's family guards, who were known for their bravery and ferocity. However, with both sides causing such a commotion, it was impossible to stand firm in the middle.

  Rushed to run up the stairs, the surroundings were already in chaos. Those holding long sticks charged for a while, seeing that it was extremely crowded inside, they restrained their momentum. The rascals inside had not let out a breath yet, behind those holding long sticks, some people holding three-foot short rods rushed out again.

  They rushed to the front with a fierce and violent attack, instantly the cries of "father" and "mother" filled the air. These masked men were well-coordinated in their advance and retreat, their blows were ruthless, they protected each other, where could these mobs resist? Everyone was so scared that they wished they were not human beings but moles burrowing into the ground.

  Occasionally, there were people holding onto something wanting to resist, several long poles stretched out, directly sweeping them down, and as soon as they fell to the ground, they were trampled by countless feet, in a chaotic and dark scene.

  Li Yong's reaction was not slow, and he hastily led his men to flash into the Zhongxin Hall restaurant, firmly carding the door, and topping it with a door bolt. These several hundred thugs really had no way out, nowhere to go.

  At this time, suddenly heard people on both sides of the road shouting there;

  "Run without hitting, run without hitting~~~!!"

  At this time, anyone who didn't run was a fool. Without any hesitation, they rushed towards the intersection with a loud noise. They regretted that their parents had not given them two more legs. Those masked big men really did not take action, but just gathered together in a group. If they ran at that time and got close to them, they would immediately be beaten by sticks. Even if the wooden stick was wrapped in cotton cloth, it still wouldn't feel good when hitting someone. The hoodlums didn't dare to get close to this trouble.

  Two or three hundred thugs are not a mighty army, and they will be gone in no time. These burly men with covered faces may have been ruthless, but they were calculated in their actions. The thugs had suffered only minor injuries, painful but not crippling. As a result, the surrounding shops and households all closed their doors and windows tightly, with the men inside holding long and short weapons, cautiously on guard, trembling with fear, afraid of being targeted by these strongmen outside.

  The burly men with masked faces looked at the empty streets, gazed at each other and burst out laughing. There were twenty or so people at both ends of the street, exchanging greetings with great enthusiasm, which was quite like a victorious reunion.

  These people were naturally the dozens of Han men whom Jiang Feng had spent money to invite from the Yu Ma Supervision Camp, Chen Da Hu and Zhang Liang followed behind Jiang Feng, Chen Da Hu's face was full of admiring expressions, he respectfully opened his mouth and said:

  "Jiang Shifu is indeed skilled, unexpectedly proficient in this military tactics, our Brave Warrior Camp's daily training is always a large-scale formation of thousands of people, if it's just a few dozen people fighting on the streets, we usually charge forward with a loud shout, emphasizing bravery and daring to fight, but I never thought that these few dozen people also have their own battle array rules."

  Chen Dahou also played the role of a small military officer in the Warriors' Camp, and he had some experience. Just now when Jiang Feng was arranging things at Hui Feng Lou, he was quite disdainful, thinking that it was just over 200 rough men and more than 50 men wielding clubs to beat them up, and there were those who couldn't be beaten.

  However, Jiang Feng was of a higher generation, secondly his fists were bigger than his, and thirdly he was the master who paid for the silver flowers, so it was impossible not to listen. So he watched as Jiang Feng handed over the long and short sticks and explained how to use them. At that moment, Chen Dahu felt a little surprised in his heart, this was quite similar to the formation of troops in the army.

  When the fight really started, soldiers from both sides held rods in a row and charged inward, first disrupting the enemy's morale and defense, then those with short rods went forward to strike fiercely. After the enemy was defeated and scattered, they opened up a path for them to retreat on their own. Chen Dahu himself had also calculated that if he led his brothers to charge in like this, who would say they couldn't defeat the enemy?

  But it's probably not that easy, and the crowd in front and back is packed tightly, so nothing can happen, if someone gets killed, it would be a fatal trouble.

  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect. Moreover, although the other person was young, they were indeed my elder. Immediately, I bowed deeply and respectfully, and said:

  "Master uncle, just now Dahu had many impolite moments, please forgive him. Master uncle is indeed a master of both literature and martial arts, he's truly exceptional."

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