AWB Chapter 1037 Acting as a hero
Chapter 1037 Acting as a hero
When the tip of the knife approached, Li Dao knelt on the gravel ground, banging his forehead against the ground: "Please be kind, brothers! My kid just got into college, if you want to fight or kill me, come to me!" Gravel mixed with blood stuck to his forehead, and the old farmer's hunched back trembled like a sieve.
"Dad, get up!"
Li Jianghe cried out. The boy was pinned to the ground, unable to move, and his tears left two white marks on his dirty face.
Zhou Qi suddenly interrupted: "Mr. Liu, do you dare to touch my people?"
He glanced at the dense crowd and said, "Don't think you can get away with it just because you're in large numbers. Believe it or not, I can get rid of all of you in just a cigarette."
"Pooh!"
Wang Sanke spat a mouthful of yellow phlegm on the ground again, then pulled out the leather belt from around his waist.
The metal buckle gleamed coldly in the twilight, and the two-finger-wide leather belt hung on the ground, making a crackling sound.
“Brother Liang is awesome!”
The thugs around were immediately in an uproar. Someone shouted at the top of his voice: "If you hit me with this belt, even the strongest man will kneel down!"
The others followed suit: "Last time, Brother Liang used a belt to fight three people, and those three are still in the hospital!"
"Brother Liang beat him! He beat him so hard that his mother couldn't recognize him!"
The boatmen watching the excitement on the shore whistled and cheered, and the black-sailed boats crowded the river. Wang Sanke swung his belt like a rattlesnake, and the metal buckle gleamed coldly in the sunset.
Li Dao, who was kneeling on the ground, had a bloody mark on his forehead: "If you want to fight, hit me with my old bones, don't embarrass this young man..."
Before he could finish his words, Liu Daliang kicked him and made him stagger. The butterfly knife slapped his face with a loud slapping sound: "Shut up, you old bastard! I will send you and your grandson to see the King of Hell soon!"
Zhou Qi was leaning on the bamboo pole and laughed: "What good thing did you have for breakfast? I can smell the bad breath from three meters away."
The surface of the river suddenly erupted in laughter. A man holding an oar was laughing so hard that his hands were shaking and the oar almost poked into the fish basket of the neighboring boat.
"Laugh at your mother!"
Wang Sanke's belt hit the stone railing of the river bank, sparks flew, and he turned around and grinned at Zhou Qi: "You want to be a hero, huh?"
Before he could finish his words, Liu Daliang suddenly jumped up, and his knife made flowers like fireworks in the first month of the lunar year, and the hundreds of thugs cheered in unison.
In a flash, Zhou Qi swung the bamboo pole and hit him on the head. With a crisp "crack" sound, the bamboo pole as thick as a bowl exploded into a broom shape on Liu Daliang's head.
As drops of blood dripped down the yellow hair, the cheers on the shore came to an abrupt end.
"Do you understand self-defense?"
Zhou Qi swung the bloody bamboo pole and crushed Liu Daliang's hand as he reached for the knife with his shoe sole: "Do you think this bamboo thorn piercing my eyeball is considered excessive self-defense?"
Turning his head to look at the shivering Wang Sanke, the tip of the bamboo pole that had been split into a broomstick almost poked his nose: "You're playing with the belt? Do you want to try piercing your flesh with a bamboo stick?"
Suddenly there was a "splash" sound on the river surface - a stunned boatman accidentally dropped his harpoon into the river.
"Brother Liang, hurry up and teach this kid a lesson!"
"Are you trying to show off your strength with a broken bamboo pole? Our brother Liang's copper-headed leather belt is not to be trifled with!"
"I guarantee he'll be torn to pieces if I hit him with this belt!"
"If you know what's best for you, just throw away the bamboo stick and kowtow and admit your defeat!"
"Have you never heard of 'A man who knows the current situation is a hero'? Now that you beg for mercy, Brother Liang can still be gentle!"
Zhou Qi ignored their shouting. Seeing that Wang Sanke had no intention of backing down, he knew that a fight was inevitable.
He swung the bamboo pole as if to chop, and Wang Sanke immediately tightened his belt and took a defensive stance.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Qi suddenly put down his pole, stepped forward, and gave Wang Sake a side kick in the chest.
The kick was so powerful that it sent Brother Liang flying two or three meters backwards. If it weren't for the younger brothers behind him rushing to catch him, he would have fallen head over heels.
Before Wang Sanke could recover, Zhou Qi's bamboo pole fell like raindrops.
There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the front part of the bamboo pole suddenly exploded into thin strips, leaving blood all over Wang Sanke's face, as if he had been scratched by a wild cat.
"Are you a bunch of losers watching the show?"
Wang Sanke covered his face and cursed.
More than twenty Iron Blood Society minions then picked up oars and bricks and surrounded them, but the river beach was narrow and only four or five of them could get close.
Zhou Qi rushed left and right, waving the cracked bamboo pole. Those who were next to him either got bruised on the face or fell into the river. Those who threw stones hit their own people instead.
Hundreds of people surrounded them but couldn't gain any advantage. Zhou Qi swung the bamboo stick in his hand more and more fiercely, making the gang of thugs cry for their parents.
The surface of the river was splashing like dumplings being dropped into it, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight drowned rats were floating on the surface.
The onlookers on the river bank burst into cheers. The Iron Blood Society suffered a major setback at the hands of Zhou Qi this time.
A few old men waving palm-leaf fans spat into the water: "Someone should have dealt with these bastards long ago!"
"This young man is really exciting!"
The old boatman pushed the bamboo pole into the water heavily and said, "The Iron-Blooded Gang usually bullies others by relying on their numbers, but they show their true colors when they meet a tough guy."
The woman squatting on the stone steps sewing the soles of shoes continued: "They stole two baskets of fresh fish from me the other day. Now I feel happy!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, "We are all united, why are we afraid of them?"
Li Dao's knees were trembling in the mud. He watched Zhou Qi single-handedly defeat more than 20 thugs, and his ears turned red with shame.
Suddenly he picked up a half-broken oar and rushed towards the crowd: "You son of a bitch! You stole my catch and forced my son to pay the debt. I'm risking my life today!"
The hundreds of Iron Blood Society members were forced to retreat step by step by the two men. Wang Sanke, his face covered in blood, leaned on the mast and panted: "Report... Tell me your name! Bring the brothers to visit me another day!"
"Remember it!"
Zhou Qi kicked the bald man into the river with his backhand: "The Shengshi Tianxia Liquor Industry that is broadcast on the radio every day, I am Zhou Qi!"
All the members of the Iron Blood Society seemed to be under a spell of immobilization.
Wang Sanke wiped the blood from his nose, his belt squeezed out three circles of fat from his belly, and he smiled flatteringly as he came forward: "Brother Qi! Isn't this a misunderstanding?"
Zhou Qi looked at the fat man who looked like a blood gourd: "Who calls you a brother? Weren't you very happy to curse just now?"
"We all make a living at Suzhou Wharf..."
Wang Sanke raised his hand and slapped him in the face: "You deserve a slap on my broken mouth!" The crisp sound of the slap scared away the egrets in the reeds.
Zhou Qi frowned and stared at the tiger head tattoo on his waist: "Don't try to make friends with them! You and the Shaolin Temple gang..."
"God knows! We are just trash collecting protection money."
Wang Sanke was so anxious that he stamped his feet, and the copper buckle of his tight belt snapped open.
"Brother Qi, please don't bother with us. I am really blind and don't recognize the true Buddha."
Wang Sanke slapped himself as he spoke, leaving red marks all over his face.
Zhou Qi was a little confused by this sudden address. The thugs who were at loggerheads just now suddenly acted like they had met their real brothers.
Liu Daliang, who had been struggling in the water for a long time, climbed onto the shore soaking wet, panting and saying, "How can we be qualified to hang out with the Fourth Master? If Boss Zhou is willing to help..."
This was said so bluntly that even the loaches on the riverbank could tell that they were not familiar with Shaolin Temple at all.
"To match you guys?"