Volume 2: Young Miracle Chapter 102: Serene Western Suburbs Moon

  ????…As you drive further away from the Qingzhou city center, after a few hours of driving, the apple orchard contracted by the villagers in front has long been closed, and the cultivated land has also been abandoned. The wild grass that is half a person tall stretches as far as the eye can see, looking very desolate. It's said that this place was once an ancient battlefield, with bad feng shui and cursed, nothing done here succeeds. At night, the wind howls, and at certain specific times, you can still hear the neighing of war horses and the sound of drums shaking the sky, it's unspeakably gloomy and frightening. Not to mention at night, even during the day, very few people come this way.

  In the 1970s, the city built a small grain station here with two or three warehouses, which was convenient for the surrounding villagers to sell their grain. In the 1990s, through the unified planning of Qingzhou Municipal Committee and Government, a new grain station was built on Qingshui South Road. The one in Xijiao was abandoned, seemingly proving the existence of that curse again. For many years, no one paid attention to it, some were demolished, some were stolen. Only one large warehouse remained, except for the ceiling which was full of holes, everything else was fine.

  Tonight, the moon is curved like a hook. Two vans came speeding from afar, kicking up clouds of dust that rose high behind them, like a giant snake emerging from the ground, looking eerie under the cold moonlight. The vans burst into the broken courtyard, stopping in the middle of the overgrown weeds, and more than 20 young thugs jumped out, surrounding the vehicles and standing scattered, their one-foot-long machetes glinting in the light. In an instant, the entire grain station became a place of murderous energy.

  Zhao Jianjun took a drag on his cigarette, threw it to the ground and trampled on it fiercely twice, then waved his hand and led a group of people towards the large warehouse.

  Moonlit night, desolate wilderness, ruined temple, ferocious face, gleaming knife, a scene full of texture like a movie, but thousands of times more brutal than any film.

  Two young thugs walked a few steps ahead and pushed open the large door, and the dazzling light immediately made everyone cover their eyes. Two high-powered spotlights were placed on either side, and the intersecting beams of strong light illuminated the empty warehouse as if it were daytime.

  Ming stood in the middle, surrounded by over a dozen people, with no weapons in their hands.

  "Brother, when Liling is on guard, you'll arrive as soon as you come online."

  Zhao Jianjun walked over with a cold smile, stopping at a distance of three meters. His men crowded behind him, their eyes gleaming like torches, staring fixedly at Ming Ge and his gang, ready to pounce into action at the slightest provocation.

  "What are you talking about? My big brother knows who you are!" A man with a red birthmark on his chin pointed at Ming Ge's nose and scolded. If Wen Qian were here, he would definitely recognize that it was this guy who jumped out to scold people the night they met Tan Xue. This is the second time, fully explaining that he should be the kind of person in charge of spreading news in this circle.

  At this time, Ming Ge's side should also have a group of thugs with similar duties to take over the conversation. Both sides scolded each other for a while, and after the momentum was sufficient, the big bosses began to negotiate. This is the courtesy before the soldiers on the way.

  Of course, this "politeness" is not politeness at all, but rather impoliteness! ??? What's unexpected is that Ming Ge actually took the initiative himself, clearing his throat and saying: "Jun Ge, does this mean you're refusing to discuss it?"

  "Tan You Peng, I'm running this shop properly. If you dare to send someone to cause trouble, just wait for your family to collect the body. Tan? Tan?"

  This is where the usefulness of a news spokesperson comes in, you argue with him and lose your dignity; don't argue and you'll lose face. It's hard to advance or retreat, and Ming Ge's side has greatly reduced its momentum.

  Zhao Jianjun raised his hand to stop the tattooed man from continuing to scold, saying: "How many times have I told you, don't use foul language for no reason, let Ming Ge see it and think we're just like him, lacking in quality, is that right, Ming Ze?"

  Ming Ge smiled slightly, wanting to speak, but Zhao Jianjun spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto his collar and said disdainfully: "You're also worthy of calling me brother? Not long ago you were under An Laojiu's command, yet after being the boss for only three months, you dare to disrupt my event? I'm too lazy to bother with someone like you. Now, kneel down and kowtow three times, cut off three fingers, and hand over 500,000 yuan to treat my brother's injuries. Considering An Laojiu's face, I can spare your life. Otherwise... humph! Let me tell you, the game hall under your name is mine now, and so is your life!"

  The sound of the net fell, and all the hacking knives behind that group of thugs came out. More than 20 cold glints dazzled, not to mention combat effectiveness, just talking about momentum, flies can't fly within three feet.

  These words naturally went in one ear and out the other for Ming Ge. What negotiation was this, with no intimidation, no showing off, no brandishing of knives? Where was the atmosphere for negotiation? He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away the dirt on his collar, and smiled: "So that's it, nothing more to discuss?"

  Zhao Jianjun burst out laughing, his fingers lightly stroking the blade: "Brother, I've got more than you. My methods are crueler than yours, equipment... Ha! All of mine are standard-issue machetes. Just these dozen or so linked boards and bricks aren't even worth bringing, what makes you think you can negotiate with me?"

  A group of henchmen burst out laughing, and the tattooed man cursed: "Do you think this is still elementary school where you can collect protection fees? You bring a dozen people to put on a show? Peng's, your brain is full of crap! Empty-handed!"

  Ming Ge forced a smile and turned his head away, saying in a low voice: "Isn't it about time?"

  Someone next to him also lowered his voice and said: "Seven people. All confirmed."

  Geng took out a walkie-talkie from the crowd and said: "Target confirmed, take action".

  Zhao Jianjun sensed something was wrong and shouted loudly: "Cut him down!"

  The men under his command shouted and charged over, waving their knives. Ming Ge hastily retreated a few steps back. The fake police officers on this side all pulled out their guns: "Police! Don't move!"

  Just now, they were still empty-handed and not taken seriously by the thugs. In the blink of an eye, they pulled out such a revolutionary weapon. Peng's move was simply cheating! The situation reversed instantly, with knives clashing and falling to the ground. A group of people fled in all directions, while more than ten police officers, two at a time, stared intently at Zhao Jianjun and his seven iron-clad brothers, pouncing on them.

  Action.

  Liu Tianlai stood in the middle of the courtyard, heard the confirmation of action from the intercom, and immediately gave the same order. The ear-piercing siren sounded outside the warehouse, and the huge beam of light from the searchlight on top of the police car shot straight out, illuminating the warehouse door clearly. Some thugs who ran out from inside thought they had escaped, but didn't expect that the public security was waiting at the door, one by one, two by two, like catching turtles in a jar, as the title of a movie goes: Not One Less!

  Zhao Jianjun knew he was ambushed, and his blood surged with anger. The other subordinates had already fled in fear, leaving only seven people standing beside him. A cruel smile floated on the corner of his mouth: "Charge at the door, one by one, go!"

  Eight people wielding knives, even the brothers who blocked the way were cut down with one knife, and from time to time, someone's mournful cry was heard. After much difficulty, they rushed to the door, where dozens of police officers, either squatting or standing, formed a semicircle, with their gun barrels tightly sealing off the exit. Liu Tianlai stepped forward, separating the crowd, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Jianjun, you can't escape, surrender!"

  In the northwest of the grain station, hundreds of meters away, a black Santana stopped beside a small mound. A young man in a black windbreaker stood on the mound, his hands clasped behind him, his deep eyes gazing into the distance, the wind blowing his clothes back, his slender figure cold as a knife under the moonlight. The white cloth wrapped around his neck, Tan Yu forgot the pain in his arm, turned around, raised his head and looked at Wen Qiang on the mound, excitedly shouting: "The light is on".

  The old granary lay quietly on the wasteland like a monster, and suddenly the lights came on, strong beams of light shot out from the yard, spreading hundreds of meters away, like a rising morning star, illuminating the entire world.

  Half an hour later, more than a dozen police cars formed a long queue heading to Qingzhou. The last car turned a corner and quickly stopped beside the Santana. Geng and two young men dragged Zhao Jianjun out of the back seat, kicking him in the buttocks, saying: "Be honest!"

  Zhao Jianjun wore a wrong hand, his face was a mass of black and blue, obviously having suffered greatly in the capture just now. Having received this kick, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground, his neck stiff, his eyes full of resentful gaze.

  Liu Tianlai extinguished the fire and, after warming up his body, said in a low voice: "The person has arrived."

  Wen Qian turned around and looked down at Zhao Jianjun under his feet, saying coldly: "Do you still recognize him?"

  Following the direction of his finger, Zhao Jianjun finally saw Tan Yu hanging from his arm, furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, then exclaimed: "Is it you?"

  Tan Yu was still a little kid after all, and he had some fear in his heart. To boost his own courage, he puffed out his chest and raised his voice: "That's right, it's me! Today I'm going to take revenge for my sister and myself!"

  Zhao Jianjun seemed to understand something. Suddenly, he looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, saying: "Peng's father really regrets not listening to his brother's words earlier and directly getting together with Tan Xue. What's the point of slowly coming? You little kid, don't be too pleased with yourself, the case on my body won't die yet, I will come find you and your sister to have a heart-to-heart talk. If I don't play Tan Xue to exhaustion, I'll take your surname!"

  In front of the police, he dared to say such things, it can be seen that Zhao Jianjun is indeed a mad dog on the road, and this person is completely a neurotic, going crazy, really don't know what he will do!

  Tan Yu's face turned pale, and he couldn't say another word. Wen Ze walked down the mound, smiled coldly, took a step between his legs, twisted his waist, swung his elbow, and heavily hit Zhao Jianjun's face. Zhao Jianjun only felt a sharp pain on his face, a great force surged up, his body involuntarily fell to one side, his heel was again tangled by Wen Ze, and he instantly lost his balance, slamming to the ground with a loud thud.

  This one blow was clean and neat, looking at outsiders. It seemed that Wen Jian just used a single punch to send the 145-pound Zhao Jianjun flying into the air and crashing to the ground.

  "Good!"

  Two young men cheered and had a drink, they had participated in the action of catching the white peony that night, last time seeing Wen Qian was just treating him as some kind of noble son, but did not expect his hands were also so swift.

  "Zhao Jianjun, when you were acting so arrogant and tyrannical, did you ever think there would be a day like today?" Wen Xian didn't bother to waste any more words on him, and with another kick in the abdomen, he signaled for Tan Yu to come over and take action.

  Tan Yu pulled out a steel pipe from Santana, holding it tightly in his right hand, gritting his teeth and hesitating to make a move. Zhao Jianjun was dizzy and disoriented after being beaten by Wen Qian, lying on the ground convulsing, with fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, his face twisted in a grotesque expression, muttering in a low voice: "Wait for it, as long as I don't die"

  Tan Yu recalled the intimidating words he had spoken earlier, his pale face flashed with a hint of determination, and the steel pipe was raised high again before falling heavily!