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Ai Liang's superpowers are not only pure motivation, but also make his brain thinking extremely flexible.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to master all the knowledge that others can only remember for more than ten years, or even decades, in just two or three years.

After fainting Zhang Yan.

Ai Liang found the phone from his pocket.

Then he opened the door of the passenger seat and kicked the person down.

Anyway, someone has led the way.

There is no need for this guy to follow.

In case this guy woke up and couldn't swallow this breath during the conversation with Ma Wei, he had to settle accounts with himself.

At that time, some bloodshed was inevitable.

He is now a messenger, not a hermit.

The messenger has learned some fighting skills and can fight two or three people with one enemy and more.

But it is absolutely impossible for him to kill the entire gang force by himself like the hermit.

A small bar like Zhang Yan doesn't matter to few people.

But there must be a lot of bodyguards and thugs around Ma Wei. Ai Liang was a bit disadvantaged when he started without exposing himself and limiting his physical fitness to an average person's level.

Although he has a back hand, he should try not to use a back hand as much as possible.

Let's look at the situation first.

If they can't agree, or Ma Wei intends to give Zhang Yan a chance.

It's not too late to use the back hand at that time.

Ai Liang turned on the car lights, adjusted to the high beam, and followed the car in front.

Zhang Yan's men were stopping the car at the entrance of the alley at this time, waiting for Ai Liang to follow.

Hearing the roar of the engine, he subconsciously glanced back through the rearview mirror.

The result was almost blinded by the high beams.

"I haven't hit the road to drive any high beams..."

Zhang Yan's men murmured.

As his eyes flashed, he couldn't see the situation in the car behind him, and he was not sure whether Zhang Yan would return the car, so he planned to get out of the car to check.

Ai Liang had anticipated his psychological activity a long time ago.

He sat in the driving position of the car and honked his horn frantically, and yelled in imitation of Zhang Yan's voice: "What are you still grinding? Get on the road!"

I heard the voice of my boss.

Half of Zhang Yan's men had already fallen to the ground, and he gave up his plan to get out of the car.

He retracted his calf, closed the door, and started the car on the road again.

Turion Bar is located at the edge of Jiuhua Outer City, far from the center.

It stands to reason to open a bar here, there is nothing to fish for, but it can't hold it close to the entrance.

Anyone who has studied geography knows the importance of location advantage.

The young people in Qianhua City, under the popularization of the public, know very well what Jiuhua Outer City is.

But none of them have been to this area, and they are curious about it.

If they really want them to enter the central area and see the legendary Dao brother, they dare not.

But it’s okay to stroll around to satisfy your curiosity.

Turion Bar is essentially the same as the nightclubs in Jiuhua City.

It's just an extra layer of the halo of Jiuhua Outer City.

Most of the young people who come here to play are rushing to this halo.

Young people love to be pushy.

Drinking in the outer city of Jiuhua is like mixing in the outer city of Jiuhua in the eyes of others.

Back outside, there is an extra capital to brag to others.

So in Turion Bar, most of them are young people who come outside looking for excitement.

The spending power of these people is not low, and no one dares to drink and hang on to the debts, and their income is very considerable.

The income is high and there are few troublemakers. Every day there are people nearby who come to worship the mountain and show their respect.

To show the Turion Bar to see the scene, naturally became a fat man.

On the other hand, there are no troublemakers in the central area.

Ai Liang drove the car with one hand and followed Zhang Yan.

The destination was clear in his heart, but it was inconvenient to show it.

When the car passes through a wasteland under development and officially enters the central area.

Ai Liang picked up Zhang Yan's cell phone and dialed his phone.

The man driving in front is leading the way intently.

Suddenly the phone on the phone holder rang.

He glanced at the corner of his eye, and the caller ID showed that it was Brother Yan.

Ai Liang carried out the high beam dog's actions to the end, and the high beams had not been turned off from the time he was on the road until now.

Zhang Yan's men couldn't look back at all to confirm the situation in Ai Liang's car.

He pressed the Bluetooth headset: "Brother Yan, what's the matter?"

"When you get to the place later, you drive the car directly to the parking lot, and you are not allowed to get off without my notice. Just wait in the car. Do you understand?"

Ai Liang continued to imitate Zhang Yan's voice and said.

Some of my subordinates don't understand. Why do you need to bring yourself here if you don't need to stand on your own?

The vast majority of people in the world will only blindly obey orders, and Zhang Yan's men are no exception.

He simply didn't think about it.

These subordinates obeyed Zhang Yan's words: "I know Brother Yan, call me when you are finished."

Regarding Ai Liang's order, he didn't have the slightest doubt.

If he could really find something wrong from this phone call.

It wouldn't be enough to be a horse under Zhang Yan.

Ai Liang hung up and turned off Zhang Yan's cell phone.

In this way, even after he went upstairs, he wanted to call to confirm.

Can only sit in a daze in the car.

Or wait for Zhang Yan to wake up and use another cell phone to notify him.

Whether it was to knock Zhang Yan out of the car, or let Zhang Yan's hand go to the parking lot to stand by.

They are all planning for the next negotiation.

Zhang Yan was taught a lesson by himself, and he certainly couldn't swallow this breath, and verbal friction inevitably occurred during the negotiation.

Even if you don't think about it, just plan for the worst result.

With two fewer people, you can at least save a little trouble in fighting.

All the methods Ai Liang has used so far can be achieved by ordinary people.

Pseudo-sounds can be mastered by most people with more training and some effort.

The messenger himself will do a little too.

Even if Shi Hongfang found it out, it was reasonable and would not associate it with the hermit.

The car drove forward for a while.

Soon, Ai Liang came to the center of Jiuhua Outer City.

And here is another scene.

Without the faint blue neon lights in the fringe area; the canteens full of creamy flavor; the streets full of cigarette butts and small advertisements.

Instead, there are brightly lit buildings; resplendent clubs; classic and elegant bars; and tidy roads with no rubbish.

Obviously it is the outer city of Jiuhua.

The difference between the fringe area and the central area is like the real selling after the braised beef noodles are soaked, and the promotional image on the packaging.

It can't be said to be a big difference, it can only be regarded as a big difference.

The fringe zone is used to dismiss those who do not enter the flow of small gangsters.

Such as Wang Youcai, Song Jie, Zhang Feng and so on.

The big names who can really be called live here.

This is the real Jiuhua Outer City, and this is the real underground power center of Qianhua City.

Ma Wei can't say that he is a real boss, he is at best a second-rate force here.

It's the kind that relies on Song Jie's power to barely be famous.

Therefore, his site in the central area has only one complex.

According to the previous order, Zhang Yan's subordinates didn't even think about going directly from the side alley to the parking lot behind the complex.

Ai Liang was in the parking space at the entrance of the complex, parked the car and got out.

All of Ai Liang's actions in the Xuanlong Bar were reported verbatim to Ma Wei by Zhang Yan.

The other party had sent someone at the gate of the complex long ago, waiting for Ai Liang's arrival.

The thug at the door saw Ai Liang getting off Zhang Yan's car and stopped him directly.

"Where is Zhang Yan?"

Ai Liang put his left hand in his waist and pressed his hand on the gun: "Before you come over, take me up first."

The other party nodded and picked up the storage bag at his feet: "Put the pistol in."

Ai Liang narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "What if I say no?"

"Fuck off then!"

As the saying goes, if you lose, you don’t lose, and you won’t be able to fight. Another thing is that you can’t do other things, but you must have sufficient momentum.

It must give people a feeling that Lao Tzu is not easy to mess with.

In many cases, interest negotiation compares to momentum.

It's the final option to get rid of the skin.

This is why most of those who are in the road are full of flesh and blood, and look fierce and evil.

Although the little gangsters will pretend to blow up the sky.

But they are fundamentally different from true Taoists.

The gangsters don't have any serious income at all, and they rely on gnawing the old or collecting protection money from vendors.

Most of the looting targets were disadvantaged groups.

It belongs to bullying the soft and fearing the hard, and the outside is strong and the middle is doing.

People who are really influential on the road are Wang Youcai's security department, or Zhang Yan who is watching the scene.

The daily income can be quite a lot.

The mixed power is smaller and can earn a few hundred yuan a day.

The more powerful and the more dangerous, such as casinos, black markets and other places that are prone to accidents, there can be a few thousand dollars a day.

A confidant like Zhang Yan who has invested in the stock will only get more.

There is another difference between these people and punks.

They rarely take the initiative to cause trouble.

After the actual investigation, you will find that only those groups of people are fighting and fighting.

In most cases, it is a dispute over interests, and a small part is due to personal enmity.

It's not that everyone is not pleasing to the eye, just go up and beat them up.

It's like having company rules and regulations in a company.

Bosses will set the rules for their subordinates, and few people will ask for it if they are not obedient.

Otherwise, your subordinates cause troubles every day and go to the office to make money without favors?

Of course, this is not to say that they are good people who don't hurt the innocent.

If you really want to deal with innocent people, they are much more ruthless than gangsters.

They are not worthy of sympathy when they die.

Ai Liang looked straight at the thug.

In the black zone, the last guy who talked to him like this was probably half a meter tall.

After many years, I heard others again and spoke to myself in this threatening tone.

It brought back some unfriendly memories of Ai Liang.

This made Ai Liang's face even colder.

The two stood at the door of the complex and looked at each other, neither of them would give in.

It is impossible to leave the gun.

Ai Liang is now a messenger.

If you have a gun, you can barely manage to overturn Ma Wei's power alone.

Without a gun, it's a complete fantasy.

So it is impossible for him to hand over the gun.

When Ai Liang was a little impatient and planned to do it directly, the walkie-talkie on the thug's chest made a sound of electric current.

Inside the thugs turned and walked into the complex.

I don't know what the walkie-talkie said.

The thug didn't ask Ai Liang to hand over the pistol, but gave him a glance and motioned Ai Liang to follow.

Conflicts in a large court should be avoided as much as possible.

This is not the fringe area of ​​Jiuhua Outer City.

Who knows how many people Ma Wei can call on a single phone call.

But this "as much as possible" in Ai Liang's place ~lightnovelpub.net~ means that the other party fully cooperates with his own wishes, and he will try not to do it.

As we all know, Ai Liang, who is wearing the skin of a messenger, has another identity as an original bounty hunter called the Hermit.

The hermit may be a little rough when dealing with people in the black zone.

But he is a very good talker.

For example, although the hermit is reticent, he can mingle with the major forces and often conduct friendly exchanges and visits.

He rarely argues with others, and even if some minor conflicts occur, the other party's apologetic insistence on paying compensation, he is unwilling to accept it.

And very good at handling interpersonal relationships, and will never have a second conflict with others.

It can be described as a black zone, a great good man who is famous far and wide.

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