Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

On a July night, the moonlight shines like the Milky Way, bright and gentle.

The silver light illuminates everything in the darkness.

At this moment, a duel was unfolding in the alley.

Zhao Wenjing didn't understand what was going on and was so frightened that her face turned pale.

She didn't know whether Zhao Wenhao was following behind her. At this moment, she wanted to shout for help, but unfortunately Song Zhisheng stopped him.

"Brothers on the underworld, I still have over a hundred dollars on me. You can take it. But you can't touch me, or I'll fight you to the death."

Song Zhisheng seemed very calm. He took out a few bills from his pocket and handed them over.

The leader had an obvious scar on the left side of his face, as if he had been cut by a knife.

"Hahahaha... You think you can get rid of us brothers with just this little money?"

Scarface laughed softly, the scars on his face looked like traces of coagulated blood, making people tremble all over.

Especially when he showed that terrifying smile, his cold and lustful eyes seemed to pierce Zhao Wenjing's heart, making her shudder.

"You, you, what do you want to do?"

Seeing the other party looking at him like that and moving forward to threaten him step by step, Zhao Wenjing couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, her only support was Song Zhisheng.

Song Zhisheng pulled her behind him again and patted her shoulder gently, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can hurt you."

After saying that, he turned around and took a stance, facing the three robbers in front of him.

"Hey, you're still a martial artist." Scarface didn't seem to take Song Zhisheng seriously and continued to walk forward, especially his lustful eyes, as if he saw a beautiful flower blooming.

Song Zhisheng pouted and even winked at Scarface.

When Scarface understood, Song Zhisheng suddenly rushed up and punched him in the chest.

"Ah, you actually attacked me by surprise!"

Scarface took three steps back and fell to the ground. A look of fear appeared in his eyes, as if the punch had infinite power and frightened him.

"Brothers, come on! I'm going to chop off her hands and feet. I'm going to tear that woman's clothes into shreds over and over again."

Scarface stood up from the ground while shouting, then quickly retreated and hid behind two of his men.

At this time, Song Zhisheng was like Lu Bu reborn, extremely powerful.

Even though the two gangsters were holding daggers, he remained fearless and stood in front of Zhao Wenjing.

"There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you enter it anyway. You are asking for death, you can't blame others." Song Zhisheng roared and rushed out.

"Bang, bang, clang..."

"Ah, my nose."

"Ah, my eyes. Brother, that's a great idea. We can't do it!"

"Retreat, retreat, retreat quickly!"

Scarface rolled and crawled to the other end of the alley, and his two men followed him to escape.

"Just wait for me, I will be back. The next time we meet, it will be the day you die. Little girl, you will be mine sooner or later. You can't escape from my palm."

Even after escaping, Scarface still did not forget to make harsh remarks, especially to Zhao Wenjing.

"As long as I'm here, don't even think about hurting Wen Jing!"

Song Zhisheng stood in front of Zhao Wenjing with a righteous look, but did not really chase after him.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Suddenly, a burst of applause broke out, and at the same time, several figures appeared at the end of the alley, blocking the way of Scarface and his two companions.

"What a great show, what a great show, it really is. The hero saves the beauty, and in the end, he wins her heart! Amazing, amazing, it's such a shame that you don't act in movies."

When Zhao Wenjing heard this person's voice, his face immediately showed joy.

Without any hesitation, she walked out from behind Song Zhisheng and ran towards the direction of the voice.

"Wenhao, you're here!"

"Sister, you can see that these people are from the same group. I think you know their purpose."

Zhao Wenhao calmly pulled Zhao Wenjing behind him, then looked at Song Zhisheng.

"Who are you? How dare you block our way? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Scarface pulled out the dagger again, which was shining brightly with a cold light.

In the darkness, he could only see that there were quite a few people on the other side, but he couldn't see who they were. Especially those standing behind Zhao Wenhao, who were silent and unmoved.

Suddenly, several lights came on, shining on the bodies and faces of Scarface and others. They couldn't open their eyes at all, so they could only cover their eyes with their hands and then observe.

"public security!"

A trembling voice came out of Scarface's mouth, especially the hands of those policemen who were still tightly holding the black pistols.

"Don't move, put your hands up!" Zheng Xilai walked out of the darkness and shouted sternly.

Scarface wanted to retreat, but there were people blocking both ends of the alley, and several flashlights were shining on them, trapping them in the alley and making it impossible for them to escape.

Zheng Xilai waved his hand and led several police officers forward again, "If you don't surrender, we won't be polite!"

"We surrender, we surrender! Please show mercy and don't shoot."

The situation was stronger than the person, and Scarface dared not move at this time, especially when those shining pistols and batons emitting electric light were coming towards him step by step.

Soon, the three gangsters were pinned to the ground, and their arms were handcuffed behind their backs.

"Don't arrest me, I'm a good person, I'm with Zhao Wenjing. Wenjing, please help me talk to them, they've arrested the wrong person!"

On the other side, Song Zhisheng was still struggling and trying to make excuses.

Unfortunately, several police officers already knew the whole story, so how could they let him go?

"Song Zhisheng, no, that name is fake. I went to Xuanzhou University to investigate and met Song Zhisheng himself."

Zhao Wenhao slowly stood in front of Song Zhisheng with a frivolous smile on his face.

"Zhao Wenhao, this is a misunderstanding, you got it wrong." Song Zhisheng was still quibbling, even though Zhao Wenhao had exposed his lie.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Oh!"

“Ouch… spare me!”

Two slaps, one on each side, and then a kick, hitting Song Zhisheng in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.

Even so, Zhao Wenhao was still not satisfied. He stepped forward again and kicked Song Zhisheng in the face as he fell to the ground.

His two front teeth were exposed with blood, and his nose was crooked to one side, with blood flowing out like water.

"Wenhao, that's enough, stop fighting."

Zheng Xilai was worried about something happening, so he hurried over and stopped Zhao Wenhao's foot from kicking him.