"It's so noisy!"

Zhong Lianwei was so angry that he cursed. If he were in a mountain city, he would have rushed to the window sill and started to curse.

He was still not afraid in Mingzhu, but he didn't want to cause trouble to Zhao Changan, so he could only hold back his anger in his heart.

"Why do a bunch of scum bother them? Just listen to the barking of dogs."

Wen Ye glanced contemptuously at the window sill. Such a scumbag, with a calf-like body hidden under his clothes, could beat a group of them without hesitation!

"Plenum?"

Zhong Lianwei doesn't understand.

"Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns home on a snowy night. Did you go to elementary school in vain?"

Liu Yihui reminded with a smile.

"I spend all my school time practicing fighting, how about we practice?"

Zhong Lianwei is leaning towards Liu Yihui.

"A gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. How about we fight for wine?"

Liu Yihui was not afraid and suggested "Wenbi" with a smile.

"Dududu~"

Although a dozen motorcycles stopped downstairs, they still started their motors and roared violently.

A dozen bright lights illuminated the originally dark courtyard.

"Brothers, have you all finished drinking?"

A voice shouted from below.

"Drink it!"

"It's boring!"

"I shoot my bow left and right!"

There were more than a dozen poles shouting, and there were two or three girls inside.

"I'll close the window!"

Zhao Changan was upset after hearing this, so he stood up and walked towards the window.

"Then-"

"Crack!"

In front of Zhao Changan, he saw a glass window on the front balcony.

Suddenly exploded.

At the same time, the voice shouted loudly: "--smash it!"

"Smash!"

"Smash!"

"Pah, pah, pah!"

"Wow~"

The empty wine bottles, with their mouths whistling in the wind, hit the window of Zhao Changan's third-floor rental house hard.

Several glass windows were smashed.

A bottle of wine went through the window and onto the balcony, and the wall exploded, sending light green debris flying.

One even went straight through a section of the corridor and exploded with a 'pop' in the living room.

Sputtering at the feet of the four brothers.

Hit it on the computer component boxes, tables, chairs, benches, and computer case screens piled up in the living room.

There is a loud 'pop' sound.

"You're numb!"

Zhong Lianwei was so angry that his eyes burst into flames. He ripped off a swing stick from the hook on the wall, opened the security door and rushed out.

Wen Ye's face was extremely calm.

Seeing Zhong Lianwei rushing out, Zhao Changan didn't say anything to stop him. He immediately picked up the small wooden stool beside him and rushed out of the security door.

"Liu Yihui, look after the house, call the police, and grab a fire extinguisher!"

Zhao Changan yelled at Liu Yihui, grabbed a thick wooden stick by the door, and ran downstairs.

"Pa~, clatter~"

"Oops, you were wrong!"

A petty female gangster downstairs smashed an empty wine bottle into the second-floor window.

The smashed glass was scattered everywhere.

The shop on the second floor was usually very picky, looking at Zeng Xiaoxiao and looking at Zhao Changan and the other fat men with disdainful expressions on their faces.

He was so frightened that he kept silent and quickly turned off all the lights in the room, fearing that he would get into trouble.

"Haha~"

"Coward!"

There was wild laughter downstairs.

"You're stupid!"

"Whoosh~"

In the midst of laughter, Zhong Lianwei jumped out from the dark stairway, the stick in his hand making a roar of wind.

"Crack!"

He hit a nearby gangster hard on the shoulder.

"ah!"

The little ruffian was beaten until he screamed in pain.

This scream immediately shocked the other dozen or so gangsters standing downstairs. When they saw that it was Zhong Lianwei, he was neither tall nor fat, and what he held in his hand was not a knife, hammer, or thick wooden stick.

Heavy weapons.

Suddenly everyone had a ferocious smile on their faces.

"Cut him!"

"Hit the shit!"

"Want to die!"

He pulled out the iron-clad oak stick tied to the motorcycle and swarmed towards Zhong Lianwei.

Even the three female ruffians were holding rubber sticks.

He smiled and wanted to go over and smash two sticks to satisfy his cravings.

As a result, before I could rush over, I saw a sturdy young man jumping out of the stairway with a stool in his hand.

"Crack!"

"ah!"

"Crack!"

"ah!"

It was crisp and precise, knocking one chair over without any ambiguity.

The remaining dozen or so male and female ruffians slowed down without realizing it.

"What a bunch of cowards! How many fathers do you dare to offend?"

Zhong Lianwei used his stick to hit him seven or eight times in a row, knocking the ruffian down and proudly looking at the remaining ruffians and scolding him.

"Fuck him!"

"You~"

His words immediately angered the remaining dozen or so ruffians, who held their sticks high and rushed towards Wen Ye Zhong Lianwei like crazy.

"Crack!"

"Bah bang bang!"

Wen Ye knocked another chair over, and at the same time, he was hit three times with a stick on his head, back, and left arm.

"grandson!"

At this time, Zhao Changan, who was holding a stick, finally rushed down and struck a gangster with a rubber stick who was about to shoot Zhong Lianwei in the head. He screamed miserably and rolled on the ground holding his left leg.
To be continued...