The new book of the burning prairie star

"Wow, Mr. Zhao Zhao is so awesome, Xiang'er likes him so much!" Yang Bowen is a man himself, and he knows exactly what Zhao Si wants to hear.

"Well, if you follow me, you can just wait to enjoy the good life in the future." Zhao Si was so flattered by Yang Bowen that he didn't know what to do. His eyes narrowed into a line due to his smiling.

"Master Zhao Zhao, let's go over there and take a look." Yang Bowen wanted to leave this bastard Zhao Si alone and separate him from his men, but the result went against his will. "Boss, you walk in front and we follow behind, it will look so impressive." Xu Zijin was unwilling to leave Zhao Si alone with Yang Bowen.

"Then you should learn how to please girls from me. It will be useful to you in the future." Zhao Si was quite proud of himself. He was a person who liked to show off. If his subordinates were willing to follow him, they would follow him. With a lot of people, he would look very majestic.

Yang Bowen had no choice but to gesture to his companions, indicating that he had tried his best, but he still could not get Zhao Si to be alone with him.

"Brother Biao, Bowen can't keep Zhao Si, and there are still many of them together. What should we do?" Yang Litian was also anxious and looked at Yang Biao, hoping that he could come up with an idea.

"There are thirteen people including Zhao Si, and we have twenty-three people on our side. Guo Yong, who is good at fighting, is not here, so we have the advantage of ten more people. Don't be afraid. Notify everyone to drive over and stop them. You can take up your weapons and break his legs to avenge Shui Qian." Yang Biao decided not to wait any longer. Although all the people on his side were teenagers, they had all grown up doing farm work. They were definitely much stronger than these hooligans who did nothing all day long. If they started fighting, they would still have a great chance of winning.

"Okay, everyone drive the car over and stop them. No one can escape today. We have to avenge Shui Qian." Yang Litian said gritting his teeth and made the gesture that everyone had agreed on before, asking everyone to start taking action.

"Hey, boss, something doesn't look right," Xu Zijin looked at five cars driving towards them quickly, obviously trying to block them.

"Don't panic, take a look first," Zhao Si is worthy of being a gangster who has been in the county for many years. He is quite calm when encountering things.

"Oh, Master Zhao Zhao, Xiang'er is so scared," Yang Bowen pretended to be afraid and held Zhao Si's arm tightly.

Zhao Si patted Yang Bowen's hand, which was really smooth and slippery. Unfortunately, now was not a good time to talk about love. "Don't be afraid, I will protect you. You stay here and don't move. I will go and deal with them, and then I will accompany you to continue shopping."

"Xiang'er has nothing to fear as she has Young Master Zhao Zhao protecting her." Yang Bowen said pretending to be calm.

"Well, you just need to believe me now. I won't let you down." Zhao Si said he enjoyed being relied on by Yang Bowen.

"Zhao Si, you bastard, you are tired of living. You dare to snatch the woman our boss likes. I will break your legs first, so that you will remember the lesson today." Five cars quickly surrounded the thugs. Everyone grabbed the hidden wooden sticks from the cars, jumped out, and ran to Zhao Si and others. Yang Xiaoyong shouted: "Hit them!"

Twenty-three friends picked up wooden sticks and hit them, venting all the anger that had accumulated over the days. Zhao Si wanted to step forward to fight, but was held back by Yang Bowen. His attention was distracted and he was hit on the thigh by Yang Dongsheng's stick. He fell to the ground and struggled in pain. Without Guo Yong's help, the thugs with empty hands were quickly knocked to the ground by the group of teenagers, wailing.

"Don't stop, keep beating, today we must make every one of these thugs break at least one leg." Yang Litian forcibly pulled Yang Bowen onto the donkey cart, "You are very good-looking, stay here honestly, don't run around, we won't hurt you."

Yang Bowen nodded pretending to be scared, looked at Zhao Si who was knocked to the ground, pinched his throat and cried, "Master Zhao Zhao, come and save Xiang'er."

Zhao Siqiang propped up his hands, looked at Yang Bowen, and climbed up, but was knocked to the ground by Yang Xiaoyong with a stick again.

Soon, Yang Litian and others checked the injuries of these thugs one by one, and confirmed that at least one of their thighs was broken. Then they put away the sticks and jumped into the car, "Let's go quickly, it will be troublesome if we are seen."

The five cars started moving, and the others quickly got in, hid the sticks, and sat in the cars. Then they changed their bloody clothes, and the car stopped in an empty alley.

Yang Bowen tore off his women's clothing, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it a few times angrily, "Bowen, this dress is very valuable, you can save it for your wife." Yang Litian's words made everyone laugh.

"Okay, stop messing around. Hurry up. The patrol team is coming soon. Everyone, look at each other's faces and wipe the blood off your faces." Yang Biao took two wooden barrels from the mule cart, which were only half filled with water, and asked everyone to wipe the blood off. He used the dirty water to clean the paint on the mule, and soon the brown mule returned to its original black color. "Leave the bloody clothes to me. Now go to Yongxing County to sell wine. Remember, don't let anything you did today rot in your stomach."

Even if the police caught someone beating someone, they would only be beaten with twenty sticks on the buttocks and locked up in jail for five days. It was not a big deal for the thugs, but for ordinary people, no matter how many days they were locked up, having been in jail would bring a bad reputation to them.

Everyone gave the bloody clothes they had taken off to Yang Biao, then tidied their clothes, tore off their beards, and got back in the car and drove towards Yongxing County.

"What is Yang Biao doing here?" Su Zhihe was quite surprised to see Yang Biao driving in the alley.

"My teacher's classmate lives here and wants to visit him today, but I can't find where he lives." Yang Biao suddenly had an idea and thought of someone.

"Oh, tell me his name. I'm in charge of this area, so I should be able to find him." Su Zhihe always felt that something was wrong. Why was there a faint smell of blood in the air?

"His surname is Su, his given name is Wenli, and his courtesy name is Dongheng." Master Zhou did have a classmate living here, and he asked Yang Biao to visit him, but the original owner was always unwilling to go.

"Hey, isn't this a coincidence? The person you are looking for is my uncle." Su Zhihe smiled, "But he went to the capital city for something some time ago. If you want to come to his house, you have to wait for some time."

"Oh, that's really unfortunate." What a joke, he didn't really want to go to his house to make friends, "Since Master Su is not here, I will wait until next time to ask for advice."

"Well, I will go to the dock to inform you when my uncle comes back." After Su Zhihe finished speaking, he took the yamen runner away. He still had official business to take care of.

Yang Biao sat on the mule cart and watched Su Zhihe's departing back. He must have rushed here because he received a report that there was a fight.

He held the reins and patted the mule, "Old man, let's go home for dinner."