"Golden Bell Cover? Iron Shirt? Old man, have you read too many Wuxia novels? "Yang Ming was baffled by the question.
"I haven't been a big brother for many years …" Zhang Yuliang also saw that Yang Ming was angry, but in his opinion, Yang Ming was just a big brother past his prime. There was nothing to be afraid of, so he pinched his throat and sang "Big Brother". His tone had an indescribable ridicule.
"How can I not be sad? It's more than a hundred yuan! "Yang Ming said with heartache. It wasn't that Yang Ming cared too much about money, but because his father's salary wasn't high, he had to scrimp and save for a few days to buy a pair of glasses for himself.
Yang Ming was really angry this time. He didn't care about mercy when he attacked. He went up and kicked the yellow-haired guy who sneaked up on him. Then, he ruthlessly kicked him in the stomach twice. Huang Mao almost rolled his eyes. His stomach rolled and he vomited all the lunch he ate at noon.
Yang Ming was scared by his stare. He couldn't help but ask, "Old man, why are you looking at me?"
"Ah!" Yang Ming just remembered the problem with the brick. He exclaimed and quickly put his hand into the side pocket of his coat and took out a spectacle case. The spectacle case was already cracked. Apparently, it was smashed by Huang Mao.
"Could it be that this young man is a disciple of Shaolin Temple? Otherwise, how can you have the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt? "The old man said.
"Hehe, just because I called you Brother Yang, you really think you're a big brother? If I give you face, I respect you as a senior. If I don't give you face, you're nothing! Your era has passed. Now, I, Zhang Yuliang, have the final say! " The long-haired young man spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in front of Yang Ming and said disdainfully, "Motherf * cker, this has nothing to do with you. Go where you should go!"
Seeing that Zhang Yuliang was caught, Huang Mao picked up a brick and threw it at Yang Ming. When Yang Ming heard the sound of wind behind him, he quickly let go of Zhang Yuliang and moved to the side. However, Huang Mao was too close to him, and he was too careless just now. As a result, Huang Mao hit Yang Ming's waist with a brick. With a "kacha" sound, the brick broke into two halves.
As for Zhang Yuliang, it was even more serious. Yang Ming saw that Zhang Yuliang was the mastermind, and he had even said "greetings" to his mother, so he mercilessly broke his nose with a punch. Then, he cut his hands behind his back and pushed him with all his strength. Zhang Yuliang's arms were dislocated on the spot. He was in so much pain that he fainted without even making a sound.
Yang Ming was angry in his heart. This Huang Mao was so ruthless. If this brick hit the back of his head, he might immediately be reborn to chase after a beauty.
"Motherf * cker, you think you are Kong Yiji just because of a few words of classical Chinese?" A long-haired young man at the side was impatient. He went up and flipped the old man's stall and scolded, "Since you refuse a toast, I won't beat you up. I don't want others to say that we don't respect the old and love the young. I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and kowtow to me, call me Liang, and I'll exempt you from the protection fee. Otherwise, don't let me see you again!"
"The human heart is not what it used to be!" The old man shook his head as he tidied up the scattered things on the ground.
"Thank you, young man!" The old man looked at Yang Ming and said with a smile.
Yang Ming stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Yuliang's throat. He directly pushed him to the corner of the wall and sneered, "You're right. I'm nothing now, but I can still beat you up. Do you believe me?"
Yang Ming was so angry that his face turned ashen. He had heard of this Zhang Yuliang before. He was also in their junior high school, but he was two years younger than him. The little brat who followed behind him and called him Brother Yang actually dared to clamor in front of him!
"Oh? Isn't this Brother Yang? "The long-haired young man was stunned when he saw Yang Ming, but he immediately recognized him.
"F * ck, you're still looking at me? Look at your mother. Old fart, didn't you hear what I said? If you want to set up a stall, you have to pay! "Huang Mao casually kicked the old man's stall and messed up the things on the old man's stall.
"Young man, don't be sad …" When the old man saw that Yang Ming's glasses were broken because of him, he felt a little ashamed.
Yang Ming jumped off the bicycle and rushed to the old man's side, glaring at the two of them.
"Liang is talking to you. Didn't you hear? Are you deaf or not? Are you looking for a beating? "Huang Mao saw that Yang Ming didn't react, so he went forward and pushed Yang Ming.
"Cough … cough …" "F * ck your mother, let go of me!" Zhang Yuliang was so choked that he couldn't breathe.
Yang Ming calmed down his anger and remembered that there was an old man beside him, so he turned around and said, "Old man, don't set up a stall around here. There are a lot of schools here, and there are a lot of gangsters in society. You should go to the market!"
"F * ck!" Yang Ming saw that the old man was being bullied and immediately became angry. An old man who made a living by setting up a stall was already worthy of sympathy, but these two guys actually wanted to collect protection fees from others!
"Since you know me, why don't you get out of here!" Yang Ming saw that they knew him and felt that he could solve the problem without doing anything himself. After all, Yang Ming's name was well-known in the past. Who didn't know about the "Crazy Yang" who didn't care about his life when he fought? In fact, at that time, Yang Ming purely wanted to vent. He vented all the depression in his heart and his longing for Suya on his opponent. But over time, the name of Yang Ming also made a name for himself. When he went to high school, Yang Ming also matured. He knew that adults who hurt people had to bear criminal responsibility, so he rarely fought with others.
The old man sighed and said, "Forget it, young man, I will compensate you with a pair of glasses. Don't be sad."
The yellow-haired man was dumbfounded. Did this guy practice Qigong? He actually broke the brick with his waist?
"Hehe, young man, this old man also knows that there are many masters in this world, but you don't have to hide it from this old man. If you don't have Qigong, how can you break the brick with your waist?" The old man had a clear look on his face.
The old man was speechless.
"My glasses!" Yang Ming saw that the glasses in the glasses case had become broken and immediately screamed. Yang Ming usually didn't wear glasses. Because he sat at the back of the school, he couldn't see the blackboard clearly. Yang's Father spent money to buy him a pair of glasses. This morning, Yang Ming wore glasses to make it easier to aim when playing billiards. When he went home to eat at noon, he put them in his pocket. He didn't expect that they would be sacrificed so quickly.
"Young man, I have no enmity with you. I sell my things, you go your way. We don't interfere with each other. Why do you still want to find trouble with this old man?" The old man sighed and said.
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