The moment Dawson got off the car.

The street outside the door became even more lively, and everyone began to roar wildly, completely different from the silence in the country. They were crazy, dancing and joking, like crazy people, as if only by shouting and shouting can we express our emotions.

The shouts outside the door were overwhelming and deafening.

And in the door.

It becomes even more deadly.

Uncle Dong's body was trembling with naked eyes, and he was extremely frightened.

The dozen people standing behind them held their hands together, and only in this way could they feel a little comfort.

Shang Yang, who was sitting on the chair, his pupils shrank and he was silent.

Li Long and Li Mang beside them, a trace of weirdness and shock flashed in their eyes, but they did not speak up.

"Crack!"

The store door was pushed open.

Dawson took the lead in, and then everyone standing outside the door quickly gathered towards the door and rushed in behind him, as if to squeeze the store door out.

"Mr. Dawson, that's him, that's him!"

"This stupid pig injured our people and kept us from coming again!"

"I even slapped us!"

Stan quickly ran to Dawson, bent over, spoke carefully, and spoke like a slave.

Dawson did not respond, but just stared at Shang Yang and moved forward step by step, neither fast nor slow, but gave people a sense of overwhelming oppression.

"Crazy"

He had just left the door, and people outside the door rushed in instantly, holding steel pipes in his hand, trying to squeeze the entire hot pot restaurant into a dense crowd, full of people of all kinds, some with lip nails, some with nose nails, some with tattoos on their faces, and some with eye masks.

"Don't be impulsive!"

"Don't be impulsive!"

"We didn't mean it, it's really not."

"I spare us once, and I will never dare to do it again. We pay for the medical expenses for beating people, and we will pay for it. Don't make trouble, please!"

Uncle Dong couldn't stand the pressure, so he folded his hands together and begged hard.

He is just doing a small business and wants to be safe and stable, which is incomparable to these people. And once the other party's posture starts to make trouble, it will be a disaster for him.

"Dao...Mr. Daoson, look at you as an Asian, which country are you from?"

"This is the first time we met, can we just make friends?"

"We really didn't mean it, it wasn't worth being angry, it wasn't worth it..."

More than a dozen people led by the old man also began to beg. They were thinking about reasoning and negotiations before, but they saw that people from the Eighth Block were everywhere, and they had no power to resist. In this case, begging was the best choice.

"Shut up!"

Stan spoke viciously, stood beside Dawson, pretending to be a tiger: "Now I know I'm wrong, what were you thinking just now? Wasn't you very powerful when you hit me?"

"Why beg for mercy?"

"It's useless to beg for mercy. No one can mess with Mr. Dawson!"

As he spoke, he looked at Shang Yang who was still moving again, gritted his teeth and said, "And you, stupid pig, what are you thinking? Are you scared by Mr. Dawson's majesty?"

"I tell you, you will get the verdict!"

"Hurry up and kneel down!"

His cold shouts made Uncle Dong and his group shut up again, not daring to make any noise.

"You beat those people?"

Dawson stopped, his eyes still staring at Shang Yang, with no emotion on his face.

"right!"

Shang Yang also looked up at him: "How?"

"The person who hit me will have to pay!"

Dawson asked word by word: "What price are you going to pay?"

"I'm not ready to pay much price," Shang Yang replied: "In a foreign country, I'm paying too much

There is no way to return to the roots of leaves at the cost, so the best result is not to pay the price!"

The words fell.

Dawson stopped speaking and continued to look at Shang Yang.

Shang Yang didn't say much, and looked at him.

The picture suddenly became silent, and the quiet needles fell to the sound, which was outrageous.

Even if there is no word, the pressure in the hot pot restaurant suddenly rises, so high that everyone can't breathe.

"Mr. Dao...Mr. Daoson" the old man couldn't stand the pressure and felt that he was a heart attacker. He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Shang Yang: "It's him, it's him. We are all on this street for a few years and a few decades. We have always been calm and have never had any conflicts with the Eighth Block."

"It was him who hit the man just now, and it was him who wanted to do it. We persuaded and stopped him, but there was no effect. He was determined to do it!"

He could feel that the two were testing each other's bottom line, and judging from the on-site situation, once the test is completed, the sky will thunder and earth will be sparked. If you can't bear such a surging scene, you must first jump out of the circle.

"Yes, it's all him"

Another middle-aged man raised his hand and said angrily: "It has nothing to do with us. If we don't let it move, we will completely respect the eighth block. He is stubborn and he will punish him..."

"Mr. Dawson, you are a discerning person. You will definitely be able to see the situation clearly. Please observe clearly..."

The surroundings are scrambling to blame, and only in this way can they ensure safety.

"Shut up!"

Stan said angrily: "I can't run, I can't run any of them. Mr. Dawson comes forward, you can't run!"

"And you"

He pointed to Shang Yang: "You stupid pig, you dare to look at our great Mr. Dawson, your eyes will be dug out."

"Your legs and feet will be broken!"

"Waiting for death!"

Just finished speaking.

"Bang"

A crisp sound exploded like thunder on the ground, buzzing in the hot pot restaurant. Of course, this is not the most shocking thing, and what makes people unable to defend against it.

The one who hits people is Dawson.

The person being beaten is Stan!

Dawson's slap fell on Stan's face, making people stunned.

"Dao...Mr. Dawson..."

Stan was confused and didn't know what was going on. Not to mention him, even Uncle Dong and others, as well as the people in the eighth block in the hot pot restaurant, were all stunned. Did you hit the wrong person?

However, Dawson has no explanation.

He slowly raised his hand and stood behind him with a strong man with tattooed face. He took a step forward in an instant and handed the steel pipe in his hand to his hand.

"Dao...Great Mr. Dawson, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Why do you need this? What's wrong?"

Stan saw that he had stared at him with bad eyes and his face was pale. He waited for two seconds without any response. He bent his knees and knelt on the ground, almost to be scared to tears.

"Mr. Dawson..."

"What the hell am I...?"

"Bang"

Before he could finish his words, Dawson's steel pipe had already run to him and smashed it mercilessly. A vague sound could be heard, and obvious broken marks appeared on the forearm blocking his head.

"Ao"

Stan lay on the ground with his head in his arms, screaming in his mouth.

"Bang bang bang"

Dawson did not stop. In front of everyone, he fucked the steel pipe indifferently, smashed it one after another, less than one meter seven in height, which seemed extremely tall at this moment, and was also very cold...

In the blink of an eye.

Stan's screams on the ground became smaller, and the amplitude of rolling back and forth also became smaller. Instead, a pool of blood flowed from under him, which was particularly red among the crowd.

The people in the Eighth District looked at each other, but were still confused, and could not understand what they were doing.

Uncle Dong and his group had no brains at all. This was the first time they had seen such a scene with their own eyes. Two people were so scared that they had already wet their pants, fearing that the steel pipe would fall on them.
To be continued...