Chapter 43: The Mass Beating at the Entrance of the Technical College

  This is not a tone of reminder, but a threatening tone.

  Liu Handong replied shamelessly: "I'm now at the gate of Traffic Vocational Technical College, aren't you going to break my legs? Hurry up and come, I'll wait for you."

  The other party was also straightforward: "Alright, you wait, I'll be right there."

  Hanging up the phone, several students asked: "Dong Ge, who is coming over?"

  Liu Handong said: "I don't know, they wanted to cut off one of my legs, I let them go, there are some guys who dare to do it."

  The student said, "Nothing else, just a lot of guys, Dong Ge is waiting, I'll go get it." One person flew away and came out from the school five minutes later, carrying an aluminum hollow baseball bat in his hand. Liu Handong took it and swung it twice, feeling very comfortable.

  The black car drivers across the street saw him making a move and immediately became tense, with red faces taking out their mobile phones to start making calls.

  Liu Handong analyzed it and found that not many people knew his new phone number, except for his family members and Ma Ling. Apart from them, only the administrative department of Qing Shi High-tech had his number, so it was likely that Xia Baishi had sent someone to take revenge on him.

  Half an hour later, more than a dozen blue-green taxis came from the north, all empty and not carrying passengers. They stopped in front of the school gate, their doors opening simultaneously. The drivers, wearing white shirts and black ties, got out of the cars, each holding something in their hands. The leader was about twenty years old, with a ponytail and a galvanized steel pipe slung over his shoulder, his face full of arrogance.

  Liu Handong was puzzled, this is unscientific, Qing Shi Gao Ke mixed so badly? Hiring a group of brothers to beat themselves up.

  He didn't move, and the red-faced gang of black taxi drivers came down first, also holding chains, wooden sticks, bricks and other objects, with both sides at a stalemate, starting to curse each other.

  Liu Handong suddenly realized that this was a fight between the brother and the black car, and had nothing to do with him. To avoid being implicated, he prepared to start the car and leave, when his mobile phone rang. He looked up to see the ponytailed driver holding a phone and making a call.

  After all, it's still coming for its own kind.

  Liu Handong answered the phone: "Hello."

  "You're really something, aren't you? You've even found a bunch of thugs to help you out. Come on out!" the other side shouted angrily.

  Looking again at the ponytail, he was also facing his phone with a stern expression, it was him.

  Liu Handong hung up the phone, picked up the baseball bat and opened the car door. His left foot had not yet touched the ground when the other side was already dry.

  Two groups of drivers were fighting together, bricks and clubs flying back and forth in a lively scene. Liu Handong held a baseball bat, feeling somewhat depressed, not knowing which side to stand on.

  The ponytail brother and the red-faced gangster fought, he struck with great ferocity, swinging his steel pipe like a whirlwind, beating the red-faced gangster back step by step. The latter stumbled and fell to the ground, and just as the ponytail brother was about to strike him down with his steel pipe, Liu Handong shouted: "Fool, Brother is here!"

  His brother abandoned the red-faced Liu and pointed at him with a steel pipe: "Are you Liu Handong?"

  "Brother, just let them come." Liu Handong scratched his back with a baseball bat, looking utterly unbothered, the flashing swords and knives before him like child's play.

  His brother dragged a steel pipe over and killed him. The 1.3-meter-long steel pipe dragged out a string of sparks on the cement floor, with a quite shocking momentum.

  Liu Handong threw away the cigarette butt and picked up the baseball bat to start running, facing his enemies head-on.

  Two fierce men collided, and in an instant the steel pipe and aluminum alloy baton exchanged blows over a dozen times, with loud crashes and bangs like a violent storm, neither of whom retreated, both secretly astonished at the other's formidable strength.

  His brother felt that the tiger's mouth of his right hand holding the steel pipe cracked and changed hands.

  Liu Handong grasped the stick with both hands, and his numb right hand stretched out its fingers.

  The fight is still going on, the two groups of people are entangled in a fierce battle on the main street. The side with more people has knocked down all the black car drivers, punching and kicking them mercilessly, using iron bars to smash those BYD and Chery cars, filling the entire street with the shrill sound of car alarms.

  Suddenly a loud rumbling sound came, and everyone turned their heads together. It turned out that Huo Lei led people to kill them, and a group of students holding clubs rushed out of the Traffic Vocational Technical College. The situation took a drastic turn, and the brothers were at a disadvantage. Good men don't eat losses in front of their eyes. Ma Wei's brother stretched his fingers into his mouth and whistled a sharp whistle. The brothers got on the car one after another and ran away in a puff of smoke.

  Huolei rode up on his motorcycle: "Dongge, are you okay?" Behind him was a group of tough guys, all dressed in leather jackets and sunglasses, riding highway bikes and Harleys, revving their engines with a menacing air.

  "Not a single hair was hurt." Liu Handong threw the baseball bat to a student and walked towards Hong Mianlian.

  The red-faced taxi driver couldn't understand the situation either. These out-of-town drivers of black cars and local taxi drivers often clashed over business, but today's fight was unusual. At first, they thought those brothers were called by that rich second-generation kid, but it turned out they were also enemies, fighting as soon as they met. The enemy of an enemy is a friend, so logically speaking, this rich second-generation kid should be on their side.

  "Friend, what's with the formality? If it weren't for you just now, my skull would've been cracked open." The red-faced man took the initiative to show goodwill and handed over a cigarette.

  "My name is Liu Handong, I'm new here, take care of me." Liu Handong took a cigarette.

  "My name is Kan Wanlin, these are all my fellow villagers." Red-faced Liu took out a lighter to help Liu Handong light up, and nodded at Huo Lei and others, "Your friend?"

  "Ah, friend." Liu Handong took a drag on his cigarette and waved his hand at Huo Lei: "Nothing to it, thanks."

  "Dong Ge has something to attend to." Huo Lei revved up the engine and took off with the gang, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

  The drivers of the black cars were bruised and battered, their vehicles severely damaged with smashed windshields and dented bodies, at least two to three days' worth of business lost.

  "What's his story?" Liu Handong asked.

  Kuang Wanlin's eyes widened: "That's Mai Wei from Huaijiang Rental, haven't you heard of him? That's strange, he's coming for you."

  Liu Handong suddenly realized that the last time he went to Huaijiang to rent a car and apply for a driver, he had registered his mobile phone number. Later, he called Bian Xiangqiang at the bus company, thinking that it was his brother Bian Xianggang who used the thugs of this company to take revenge on him.

  Another roar of motorcycles, this time they were all domestic brands such as Jialing, Qianjiang and Lifan, the drivers were all local motorcycle taxi drivers who did business nearby, they were the reinforcements called by Kuang Wanlin.

  "Old Kan, how are you? Aren't you late?" Mo's guy asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

  "It's been half an hour since you started fighting." said Wanlin with a bad tone.

  Liu Handong said: "From your accent, you are from Jiangbei?"

  "Where are you from, Nantai?"

  "Downtown area."

  "Come on, fellow villager! Let's go have a drink!" Khan Wanlin was indeed a generous and forthright person.

  "I'll pay." Liu Handong was also straightforward.

  Everyone got on the car, and under Liu Handong's leadership, they arrived at Tiegu Street's Tuji Dog Meat Restaurant. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were no customers in the store. Xiaoyue was sweeping the floor with her waist bent, Shanguo was unloading flour and beer from the tricycle, Sun Jia's two younger brothers were peeling dog skin with a knife, and the pot of dog heads was faintly visible in the pot. The ground in front of the dog meat restaurant door was chaotic.

  Liu Handong got out of the car and shouted: "Mountain artillery, bring two cases of beer, I'm treating today."

  The mountain cannon hurried over to greet him and saw Qian Wanlin get out of the car. He clapped his hands and said, "Wanlin, it's you."

  Kuang Wanlin was overjoyed: "Shan Pao, it's been a while since we last met. I remember the last time we saw each other was in Pudong."

  Mountain cannon said: "Turn back and chat, inside please, are all their own brothers, don't be polite at all."

  The drivers of the black cars got out one after another, walked into the dog meat restaurant and sat down at their respective tables. Xiaoyue carried a crate of beer over, and Liu Handong hastily stepped forward to take it from her: "Sister, you rest for a bit, we can handle this ourselves."

  "Right, sister-in-law, you rest. We won't drink beer, we'll have white wine instead. Who's going to the small shop across the street to buy four bottles of white wine?"

  The mountain cannon carried a basket of dog meat in and said, "Buy whatever you want, I don't have anything here. Xiaoyue, take the white one, not the one on the cabinet, take the real wine from the backyard."

  Liu Handong smiled and said: "You still have fake wine on your shelf?"

  The mountain cannon said in a low voice: "In this era, nothing is true. Don't say white wine has fake ones, even beer has fake ones. Alas, the ones I give you to drink are all genuine."

  This group of people drank until they were drunk and disoriented, with over a dozen empty wine bottles scattered around the table and four cases of beer completely consumed. The drivers of the black cars were all heavily intoxicated, some stumbling out the door and urinating on the main road, others vomiting while leaning against the wall, and still others muttering incoherently to themselves, while a few had already snuck under the table to sleep.

  After drinking too much, Wanlin's red face turned even redder, surpassing the monkey's buttocks at the zoo. He pulled Liu Handong's hand and chattered on and on, while Mountain Cannon was busy, only accompanying him for a few cups of wine, not getting drunk, came over to persuade: "How is it, brother? Not feeling high? Why don't you rest here with me?"

  Liu Handong also drank red-faced and ear-red, he alone drank a catty and a half of white wine, plus six bottles of beer, but his mind was still clear, took out his wallet and said: "Mountain artillery, calculate the bill."

  Qian Wanlin slapped Liu Handong's wallet to the ground and glared at him, saying: "Brother, you look down on me! I've said it before, I'll settle this account!"

  Liu Handong said: "Didn't I say I'd take care of it?"

  The mountain cannon said: "You two rest, I'll treat today."

  "Scram! Nobody dare fight with me, or I'll take out my knife and play with your life!" He pulled out a stack of banknotes tied with rubber bands from his pocket, counted them one by one, and then fell asleep on the table, snoring loudly.

  The mountain cannon stuffed these banknotes back into Kuang Wanlin's pocket, smiled and waved at Liu Handong: "This guy has a bad temper, but he is very righteous."

  Liu Handong said: "This thing today was caused by me, so I'll pay the bill."

  Shan Pao said: "Cut the crap, we're all brothers, what's with the politeness? Wanlin and his gang will have to come and take care of my business from now on, just consider it a favor to me."

  Liu Handong heard this and gave up, stood up to help Shan Pao clean up the remaining mess.

  After finishing the work, Shancann said excitedly: "Let's have a drink and take a nap in the afternoon. Come on, go to Mei's place to wash your hair, knock on your back, and sober up."

  Kuang Wanlin, who was snoring loudly on the table, suddenly got up, wiped his mouth and said: "Where can I wash my hair and get a massage? I'll go!"