1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 182 Portland Street Pretty Mom

Zhai Yuan usually felt that his brother's phone, which weighed two kilograms, was too heavy to carry with him. But now that he had swung it into a round shape and was using it like a brick, he found it quite useful.

Once smashed, there is no sound.

It didn't take much effort to deal with four drunken hooligans. He just fell asleep after hitting the phone on his head.

A minute later, all four hooligans were lying in the alley.

Zhai Yuan bent down to pick up the battery that flew out of the phone and found that one was missing.

"Here you go, pretty boy~"

One of the two girls picked up a battery from somewhere and handed it to him.

Zhai Yuan reached out to take it and found that the girl's arm was bruised and there were a few faintly visible needle marks.

I originally wanted to call three nines and ask the police to send them back, but I suddenly lost the mood.

The yellow-haired scoundrel behind him was still lying on the ground, whining and yelling, "Boy, if you have the guts, don't leave until I blow your dick! I'm the pretty mother of Portland Street, and I'll sell all the women in your family to the stables!"

Zhai Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to him and pulled Lan Juying out of the alley.

This was the second time Lan Juying saw Zhai Yuan look so gloomy. The first time was when she hung up the phone twice.

I feel a little scared.

She still felt resentful about Zhai Yuan slapping her in the face, but when she saw how hard and fiercely he slapped her just now, she suddenly felt that she was very lucky.

Exit the alley and enter the bank.

Five minutes before the bank closed, Lan Juying cashed the check and deposited the money into her own account without any extra communication with Zhai Yuan during the whole process.

Zhai Yuan teased, "Are you scared?"

Lan Juying's nervousness subsided a lot when she saw his smiling face. She said with lingering fear: "You looked scary just now."

The two of them came out of the bank, and Zhai Yuan wanted to be a gentleman and send her home.

We were walking and talking, and just as we reached the parking lot, a group of thugs suddenly surrounded us.

"Brother, this guy is the one who plotted against me!"

The leader was the yellow-haired rascal from the alley just now. After being hit on the head twice by Zhai Yuan, he was now mostly sober.

It was common for hooligans like them to get beaten up. After making such threats in the alley, they just thought they had bad luck, but unexpectedly they ran into another gang of hooligans they usually played with nearby, and immediately they had the idea of revenge.

Hearing that Zhai Yuan was going to the bank to withdraw money, a group of people waited near the nearest bank, and immediately surrounded them when they saw the two men come out.

The yellow-haired man rubbed his head and smiled arrogantly: "You are such a jerk! Weren't you very arrogant in the alley just now? Touch me again!"

Zhai Yuan glanced at the dozen or so scoundrels around him who were staring at him eagerly, and said to Lan Juying, "There's nothing for you to do here, go home first."

Lan Juying was a little frightened, but she still pretended to be calm and shook her head, threatening the hooligans in front of her: "I live in Mong Kok, there are many neighbors nearby, don't mess around!"

Huang Mao said with a chuckle, "Pretty girl, are there more neighbors or more customers? This guy looks younger than you, so he's not your adopted gigolo, is he?"

He had just been killed when he was outnumbered four at the same time. Now that there were more people around him, he started to roar like a dog on a leash.

Zhai Yuan touched his cheek and found the term "little white face" quite useful. How could an old-timer get such treatment? Although Lan Juying was only 21 years old, she had not removed her makeup after filming. Her pink rouge and red lips did give her a mature charm.

He smiled and asked Miss Lan: "I have no objection. How much do you plan to pay me every month?"

Lan Juying was both angry and amused. How could he still have the mood to make jokes at this time?

Before the release of the Young and Dangerous film series, these idle and delinquent teenagers in Hong Kong were more often called "feizai feinu" (flying boys and girls), or simply "choufei".

After following the so-called big bosses for a few years, 99% of them will eventually become low-level workers in construction teams, barber shops, or the catering industry.

Like ordinary citizens, Lan Juying has always kept her distance from this group of scoundrels. Today, she was surrounded by a dozen ruffians. Thinking of what happened to the two girls in the alley just now, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

She came close to Zhai Yuan and whispered, "I'll count to 123, and you run with me."

The yellow-haired man laughed uncomfortably: "Pretty girl, if you have anything to say, just say it in public. Are you so quiet in bed? Then we brothers will see what we can do tonight."

After saying this, he felt that he was very humorous, and then he looked at his companions around him, causing a burst of laughter. Huangmao became more and more proud, and reached out to hug Lan Juying.

Zhai Yuan reacted quickly, slapped his hand away, and cursed: "If you want to see it, go back and see your mother!"

"Tiao Na's mother, dare you fight back?"

This action was like a fuse, instantly filling the scene with gunpowder. The yellow-haired man pointed at Zhai Yuan and shouted to his companions around him: "Brothers, touch him!"

Seeing the crowd gathering, Lan Juying screamed, "Run!" and turned around and rushed towards the bank.

The girl was not stupid. She knew she couldn't escape the group of people chasing her, so she planned to hide in the bank.

Sure enough, the few hooligans who chased out were stopped by armed Gurkha soldiers as soon as they reached the bank door, and could only watch Lan Juying rush into the hall.

Everyone instantly turned their eyes to Zhai Yuan who was standing there without moving.

Zhai Yuan: “…”

Didn't we agree to call '123' first? I haven't gotten on the bus yet!
Through the bank glass, Lan Juying saw Zhai Yuan standing there in a daze, stamping her feet in anger.

The reaction is too slow!
"Tiao! You think you'll be fine if you hide? If you don't come out, we'll deal with your boyfriend first!"

Having learned from their previous experience, the gang of hooligans immediately surrounded Zhai Yuan.

The yellow-haired man threatened Lan Juying through the glass, then glared at Zhai Yuan and said with a wicked smile: "Boy, your girlfriend refused to come out so you had to fill in the gap. Do you know what is the most popular thing in Portland Street? Have you ever experienced the feeling of being taken in through the back door? Seeing that you are delicate and tender, those old glasses will definitely be willing to pay you!"

Zhai Yuan frowned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Portland Street's business was so broad.

"Golden boy, don't play here, or his girlfriend might call the police."

One of his companions reminded Huang Mao and nodded at Zhai Yuan: "Take him back to let Brother Gunyao inspect him first, then give him two injections and let him go."

In the flesh trade, one either uses a groom to control the person's behavior or uses addictive substances. The group of people in Boland Street obviously intend to use the latter on Zhai Yuan. Once he gets addicted, he will beg to come out to do it before long, and the police will not be able to find any evidence even if they call the police.

When Zhai Yuan heard the name of the flower 'Stick Monster', his brows furrowed even more tightly, as this flower sounded like something that was suddenly dug out from under someone's poop.

As they were talking, a few hooligans tried to come up and hold Zhai Yuan down.

Seeing this, Lan Juying in the bank hurried out again.

But she didn't dare to go forward. She just stood at the door of the bank, anxiously shouting at them to stop.

Zhai Yuan took two steps back, glaring at the yellow-haired guy and another scoundrel who looked like a leader.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he said to the two of them, "Hey! Can you pay me?"

Huang Mao thought Zhai Yuan had given in, and his smile became even more arrogant: "What the hell! Compensation? How much can you afford?"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Zhai Yuan's collar.

The next second, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He glanced sideways and the smile on his face froze in an instant.

A shiny machete was placed on his shoulder.

"I'll pay you one million, one million for each of us."

Chen Jiale, who was holding a knife behind him, raised his chin towards Zhai Yuan and slapped the yellow-haired man's face twice with the back of the knife. He said with a smile, "Boss, I'm going to the bank to get the money now. Can you let my boss go?"

The accident happened in an instant. The yellow-haired man shivered and dodged the blade, looking back.

The dozen or so hooligans he brought with him were surrounded by six or seven young and strong men who appeared out of nowhere. Each of these young and strong men was tall and strong, holding a weapon in his hand, and their eyes were full of contempt and ridicule when they looked at them.

"Brother, which company are you from? My boss is a pretty mom, the best female red stick in Xinji, and the boss of Portland Street."

At this time, Huangmao still wanted to use his reputation as a big boss, hoping to scare away these ferocious men.

Chen Jiale ignored him and asked Zhai Yuan: "Brother Yuan, what should we do?"

Zhai Yuan waved his hand to signal them to put their weapons away, as there was no point in causing trouble in public.

Then he took the eldest brother's phone and walked over to Huang Mao, slammed the phone against his chest twice and asked him to hold it, saying, "Call her, call Pretty Mom."

(End of this chapter)