Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Chapter 1036: The Troublemaker of Unknown Origin

Before he could finish his words, the thug who had been kicked earlier suddenly swung his paddle and chopped at him: "I'm going to settle the score for this leg now!"

There was a muffled explosion on the river beach.

Zhou Qi dodged the wooden paddle and grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand and pulled it down, then accurately hit his ribs with his knee.

The gangster curled up on the ground like a shrimp, retching, and the bamboo pole in his hand had been taken away.

"Are you all just standing there like a Buddha?"

Liu Daliang jumped in the water, his swollen eyelids making it so that he could only shout and give commands.

Seven or eight bamboo poles suddenly formed a dense net and rushed over, but Zhou Qi did not retreat but advanced, waving the long poles in his hands with a whirring wind, and managed to tear a hole in the encirclement.

Li Jianghe took the opportunity to duck and run towards the river bank. The three or four pursuers holding bamboo poles became a burden.

The boy dodged left and right barefoot in the wet mud, and threw stones back with uncanny accuracy, hitting people's ankles and knees.

"You little bastard is a loach!"

The gangster who was chasing in the front was hit on the instep by a stone and staggered onto the river bank.

Li Jianghe took the opportunity to climb up the willow branches and swung up the slope like a monkey, with water dripping from his wet trouser legs.

As soon as the stones on the river bank touched the hands of the Iron Blood Society members, they whistled towards Li Jianghe.

Seeing someone taking the lead, more than a dozen people on the shore bent down to pick up gravel and threw it at the boy like a rainstorm. The half-grown boy was like a clever wild cat, dodging left and right without being hit by the stones.

"I don't want to take action today, but you guys are taking advantage of me!"

Before Zhou Qi finished his words, his right leg had already swept out like a steel whip. With two crisp clicks, the bamboo pole in the hands of the thugs opposite him broke into two pieces.

The whip kick, with its force still in place, pushed the man into the river, splashing water half a person's height.

Li Dao, who was at the bow, held the harpoon in his hand and stomped his feet: "You bastard! What else do you want after bullying my son?"

Seeing Liu Daliang wandering five steps away, the farmer didn't dare to throw the iron weapon after all - if he really made a bloody hole, the whole boat's catch would not be enough to cover the cost of medicine.

In a rage, he turned the harpoon around, picked up the bamboo handle and swung it hard, knocking Liu Daliang into the water.

"If you want to kill me, come at me!"

Li Dao roared so hard that his veins popped out. He threw the harpoon back into the cabin and picked up the bamboo pole to poke it hard into the riverbed.

With the help of the elasticity of the bamboo pole, the fisherman, who usually has a hunched back, jumped onto the shore in a few jumps between the adjacent boat awnings like a pole vaulter.

Holding the trembling bamboo pole, Li Dao's throat tightened: "If you want to vent your anger, just call me, don't embarrass the child."

This man, whose back was bent by life, didn't even dare to raise the pole to defend himself. He knew too well the methods of these local tyrants. If he just touched the corner of their clothes, they would blackmail him and destroy his family in a blink of an eye.

"Dad, why are you afraid of them?"

The boy's clear voice pierced the stagnant air.

While Li Jianghe was talking, three flying stones dodged by, and the stone he threw with his backhand hit a bald gangster accurately.

The steep slope of the river bank seemed as flat as the ground under his feet. This wild boy, who was used to digging out bird nests and catching fish and shrimps, climbed up the more than three-meter-high embankment in just a few jumps.

At this time, seven or eight people who had jumped into the water were lying around Zhou Qi, and broken oars and bamboo poles were scattered all over the ground.

Seeing that they couldn't gain any advantage, the thugs turned their attacks around and cursed.

Little did they know that the father and son, who seemed easy to bully, with one holding on to the shore with his last stubbornness and the other holding a stone on the top of the dam and watching with eager eyes, put this group of thugs in a dilemma.

"Dad, don't be afraid of these bastards!" Li Jianghe stepped on the rubble of the embankment, veins on his neck popping out.

Old Li stamped his feet in anxiety: "You stubborn ass! Didn't I tell you to hide at your uncle's house at noon? Why are you making trouble here? Get home now!"

He was so afraid that the gang of thugs from the Iron Blood Society would take revenge on him in the future that he shouted himself hoarse.

"If you don't leave, I won't move!"

The young man bent down, picked up a piece of bluestone, twisted his waist and swung it in a parabola.

The stone hit the frontmost gangster right between their eyebrows, and they rolled into the river like a sack, making huge splashes.

"Fuck your ancestors! The father and son are rebelling against the heavens!"

The thugs, soaked like drowned rats, clung to the reeds and yelled, "I'm going to smash all the pots and pans in your house in the middle of the night!"

A deep voice suddenly interrupted from the embankment: "Brother Li, go back to the village first! My sister-in-law asked me to tell her that there are distinguished guests at home."

Boss Zhou had a cigarette in his mouth and a half-stub of steel in his hand. He looked like a tiger, and the scar at the corner of his eye jumped as he spoke.

"The little bastard has donkey hair in his ears?"

Old Li picked up the pole and pretended to hit him, but his eyes were red. He knew his son was just like him, with a temper like a weight.

"Give others a way out." Boss Zhou suddenly jumped up, and his iron tower-like body crashed into the crowd like a cannonball.

Two swinging punches dislocated the thug's jaw, and he grabbed a bamboo pole for the boat. He waved the eight-foot-long bamboo pole in a whirring manner, and stabbed five or six people in a blink of an eye.

The river suddenly exploded, and a dozen gangsters floundered like drowned dogs.

A fat-headed man with big ears was paddling in the water while shouting, "Do you know how many people there are in the Iron Blood Society? The border of Suzhou..."

"I don't care if it's eight hundred or one thousand!"

Boss Zhou stabbed the bamboo pole into the mud, shaking the reeds and saying, "If you dare to touch the Li family, I'll chop you up and feed you to the canal turtles first!"

Just as the noise was going on, a distant roar of tapping sounds came closer and closer.

Three tractors spewed diesel black smoke and rushed up the river bank. About twenty tattooed young men jumped out of the truck beds.

The shirtless man in the lead had his trousers sagged to his hips, a cigarette butt flickering in his mouth: "Third brother! Who is so blind..."

"Erhuzi! Get your weapons!"

Liu Daliang swam towards the motorboat in the water, his fat belly plowing a streak of white waves on the surface. He clung to the side of the boat and arched up three times before he finally flipped into the cabin, like a stranded seal.

"Who dares to touch our brothers in the Iron Blood Society?"

Wang Sanke held the half-burned cigarette butt in his mouth, took a final puff and spat it on the ground, then coughed up sticky phlegm with a gurgling sound in his throat.

Liu Daliang, who had just climbed onto the dock from the fishing boat, was panting like a broken bellows: "It's just these two, plus a troublemaker with unknown origins."

Before he could finish his words, two sturdy men had already grabbed Li Jianghe's arms and pinned him against the concrete pier.

Wang Sanke approached, shaking his arms: "You little bastard, are you so arrogant?"

He tilted his chin towards his men and said, "Press it firmly!"

A palm as big as a palm fan was swung out, and the crisp sound of the slap exploded on the dock.

How could a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child withstand such a blow? Half of his face was swollen like a bun, and he was so scared that he even forgot to cry.

"If you want to fight, come at me! Don't touch the child!"

Li Dao's calves were shaking. This farmer usually worked the land or helped others sail the boat. How could he have seen dozens of people blocking a scene with weapons? The cold sweat on the back of his neck trickled down his spine.

Liu Daliang wiped the water stains off his face. The dozen or so people who had been pushed off the boat by the bamboo pole were climbing ashore one after another.

He pulled out the butterfly knife sinisterly and said, "I said I would destroy your nest tonight.

You threw a stone at my eyes just now, didn’t you? Now I’m going to dig out your eyeballs and use them as bubbles to step on!”