The man in the lead also noticed that Old Mo and I had extraordinary skills.
In just one encounter, all his brothers were down.
What was the point of fighting? This was practically asking for a beating.
Seeing that the other side had backed down, I just smiled coldly:
"From now on, don't lay a hand on girls. If I see you doing it again, I'll beat you up every time."
Did you hear me clearly?
As I spoke, I patted the man's face.
Brother Long's eyes showed some defiance.
But he gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Y-yes!"
"Good that you understand. Pay the owner for the broken bottles, then get lost!"
I said in a cold voice.
Brother Long replied with trepidation:
"Okay, okay..."
But the owner of the barbecue stall waved his hands repeatedly:
"No, no, forget it. Don't worry about it, don't worry about it..."
Clearly, this owner was also afraid of Brother Long.
But under my coercion, Brother Long still paid the money.
At this point, they didn't dare to linger.
Supporting each other, they stumbled back a few steps.
But Brother Long glared back at us and said:
"You've got guts. Just you wait, I'll find someone to deal with you..."
"Damn it, haven't you had enough beating?"
Old Mo cursed and took a step forward.
These few people were so scared that they retreated repeatedly, turned, and ran.
Old Mo and I sneered and sat back down.
In the past, I would have been somewhat afraid of these street thugs.
After all, they were not to be trifled with.
But now it was different. I had gained some spiritual cultivation.
I could fight ghosts and demons.
Ordinary people?
No matter how formidable they seemed, they were just that.
Then, Old Mo and I sat down and continued eating barbecue.
The middle-aged owner, however, walked over with a worried expression:
"Young men, you should leave quickly!
He's Huang Long, and he has a lot of influence around here.
He owns three KTVs nearby.
Many of the thugs here are his hired muscle.
When this is over, they'll definitely come back for revenge."
This middle-aged owner was speaking earnestly and with good intentions.
But Old Mo and I completely ignored him:
"Uncle, don't worry about us. You carry on with your business."
"These guys? Even if dozens more come, it'll be the same!"
Old Mo said curtly.
The middle-aged owner tried to persuade us a couple more times.
At the time, we didn't take it to heart.
We just continued eating.
We treated it as a minor interlude.
It was just that neither of us expected.
This guy named Huang Long would actually stir up trouble again.
Just as the barbecue stall owner had said, he did return to cause trouble.
By this time, we had finished eating.
Old Mo and I had also drunk two bottles of beer.
We had just paid the bill and were preparing to hail a taxi home.
But at that moment, three vans and one sedan sped towards us.
With a few screeching sounds of brakes,
All four vehicles stopped not far in front of us.
The next second, with the sound of car doors opening,
About twenty to thirty young men, armed with short clubs and long knives, poured out of the vans.
Each of them exuded an aggressive aura, looking like trouble.
With dyed hair and the look of common thugs,
"Surround them, surround them!"
"Damn it, don't let them escape!"
"How dare they touch Brother Long? They're tired of living!"
"..."
These young men chattered incessantly, with ferocious expressions.
Seeing this, Old Mo and I didn't move. We just exchanged a glance.
It was obvious without even thinking.
These were clearly the guys we had beaten earlier, who had come to retaliate.
The barbecue stall owner nearby was terrified.
He slapped his thighs and muttered, "It's over, it's over. We told you to leave, but you wouldn't. Now Huang Long has come looking for you."
After speaking, he kindly took out his phone and quietly called the police.
And after these thugs got out of their cars,
They surrounded Old Mo, me, and Xiao Mei.
At the same time, a path suddenly opened up in the crowd.
Huang Long, whom I had beaten earlier, walked out from among them.
"You little brats, you really have guts, huh? You beat me and you didn't run."
"Why should we run?"
I replied calmly.
Seeing our composure and the complete lack of any hint of nervousness,
Huang Long was very displeased.
He raged:
"Hmph! You have guts.
If you don't want to die an ugly death, kneel down and apologize immediately.
Let that pretty girl come over and have some fun with me.
Otherwise, none of you will leave tonight."
Old Mo chuckled coldly:
"What? Have you been beaten senseless?
Do you think these few cats and dogs
Can do anything to us?"
As soon as Old Mo finished speaking,
Someone suddenly emerged from the sedan in front.
That person said in a cold voice:
"Quite arrogant, daring to hit my people.
Let me see what kind of tough character you are."
After this voice rang out,
The social youths behind him all shouted:
"Brother Hou!"
"Brother Hou!"
"..."
The crowd parted again, creating a path.
Then, a young man in a black trench coat, with rolled-up sleeves revealing large arm tattoos, appeared.
Escorted by two bald, burly men, he walked towards us.
The young men around them all respectfully called out, "Brother Hou!"
The middle-aged man named Huang Long, upon seeing this "Brother Hou," also bowed respectfully.
He walked forward:
"Brother Hou, it's these two kids."
After speaking, he pointed at Old Mo and me.
Old Mo and I were unfazed, standing our ground without moving an inch.
Xiao Mei acted as if nothing was happening.
However, I found this young man called "Brother Hou" to be somewhat familiar.
I felt like I had seen him somewhere before.
But for a moment, I couldn't quite recall.
At the same time, this Brother Hou, with an air of superiority, casually said:
"Good, let me see. Who on this earth is so arrogant!"
After speaking, he took two steps forward and looked at Old Mo and me.
When he saw Old Mo, he showed disdain.
He had seen all the influential people in Qing Shan City.
Old Mo, clearly unfamiliar to him, did not seem to have any background.
However, when Brother Hou looked at me,
His whole body trembled.
His heart skipped a beat, and his face instantly changed drastically.
He looked at me with an expression of extreme terror, completely frozen in place.
He stammered, his words jumbled, and said in panic:
"It-it's that, he he..."