Chapter 9 Iron Cloth Shirt Yan Zhendong(2/2)
Just protect your eyes and crotch.
If you are injured elsewhere, just suffer some.
There is a reason to buy medicine from Baozhilin!
Ding Zheng thought fiercely and stood up directly.
Li Shangen was pushed to the ground and stood up anxiously to pull Ding Zheng, who was intending to rush out.
But at this moment, he suddenly saw a slightly familiar figure not far away!
"Membersman!"
Li Shangen suddenly felt energetic, squinted his eyes twice, and after seeing clearly, he shouted excitedly: "Membersman! Membersman, fellows, fellows, fellows!"
Ding Zheng was a little strange.
Li Shangen is from Henan, and his accent before was also Henan.
But now these words are shouting in Shandong accent.
"My fellow villager! Messenger!"
Li Shangen's voice was loud, and the person far ahead finally heard it. After pausing for a moment, he quickly ran over.
"Stop it!" A loud shout rang out.
Several gangsters were shocked, and then stopped and looked at the person who had the courage to meddle in other people's business.
Ding Zheng looked over with confusion, his eyes widened and a name popped out in his mind.
Yan Zhendong!
"Membersman! Help! These people charge protection fees randomly. I have already given them and they have to hit me!" Li Shangen shouted in a Shandong accent again.
Yan Zhendong was wearing coarse cloth and had holes in several places. Although he was strong, he didn't look like a powerful person at all.
Of course, the gangsters are not afraid!
"Do you dare to care about the other people's business of our dock gang?" A gangster warned.
"I just ask if it is true that you collect protection fees by chance!" Yan Zhendong said righteously.
The gangsters looked at each other for a few moments, and one of them raised the stick in his hand.
"Since you dare to take care of it, then you will fight it together!" He said, and the long stick immediately smashed it down.
Bang!
In the moment Yan Zhendong's head, he made a crisp sound.
Everyone couldn't help but jump when they saw Yan Zhendong being beaten without dodging or avoiding it.
But Yan Zhendong was like a solid bronze statue, standing there without even moving.
"I don't have the strength to beat someone..." Yan Zhendong was as deep as water, "Come again!"
"Brothers, come on!" The leading gangster shouted, and immediately the six people rushed up together, and the stick fell on Yan Zhendong like raindrops.
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Yan Zhendong stood there and did not fight back, but it seemed that he had no effect at all.
To him, these sticks were like raindrops.
Chapter completed!