The Road to Slaying God

The curly-haired old man moved slowly among the crowd, his cloudy eyes constantly scanning the crowd, while the tall and mighty man followed closely behind, as if he was the old man's bodyguard.

Like the fat Indian man at the beginning, these two people seemed not to be interested in beautiful girls led by chicken heads, but were more interested in women from good families.

Some pretty young women hid their faces to avoid the two pairs of jackal-like eyes, and the tall and powerful man had to threaten some women to reveal their faces from time to time.

However, Zhang Yang still found that the two of them seemed to have a determined goal. They just accidentally looked at some women who covered their faces, but slowly walked towards the door of the container. The route seemed very clear...

Obviously, the two of them had already scouted their prey in the building above the building.

not good!

Su Dafeng's thick and long eyebrows jumped, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang felt Su Dafeng's heart beating violently.

"There are several Chinese women there, they are all smuggled in to work." Su Dafeng, who was squatting on the ground, looked nervous. It could be clearly seen that his arms were working hard, and his legs were not sure whether they were numb or nervous. Shivering.

"it's okay no problem!"

Zhang Yang gently patted Su Dafeng and sighed softly. He knew very well that he could no longer remain silent. If he could endure it without conscience when he saw Vietnamese women being bullied, then a Chinese woman would He could not remain silent when being insulted in front of him.

In the eyes of the strong, there is a kind of insensitivity deep in the bones. The fight of ordinary people is like a group of ants fighting for food, which cannot arouse the resonance of the conscience of the strong. In fact, this is why chivalrous people rarely appear in modern times. The main reason is that modern strong men are addicted to martial arts practice and have no interest in chivalry at all.

No human being cares about the life and death of a group of ants, let alone who is right or wrong in a fight between two groups of ants, who is more moral, who is the robber, and who is the good ant.

If humans pay attention to ants, it must be because the ants have violated human authority. Then they use poison, burn them with fire, and flood them with water. All of this is because they violate human authority, not because humans have an excessive sense of justice... …

Of course, when Zhang Yang saw the Vietnamese woman coming downstairs from the building in ragged clothes, his conscience still felt guilty. After all, Zhang Yang had not truly reached the state of treating others as if they were nothing.

In Zhang Yang's eyes, although the strong are strong, they are still human beings. The most important thing is that ordinary humans and the strong are the same kind. Although they are ant-like existences, not ants, this is iron. fact.

A moment of hesitation led to a mistake. Zhang Yang didn't want the mistake to continue, let alone make it happen again to Chinese women...

"I...I...know...it's okay..."

Su Dafeng stuttered a bit when he spoke, and his eyes were still fixed on the two people moving slowly in the crowd. He didn't notice that Zhang Yang's body had already sat on the steel stairs. There was a forbidden place, and , where is the only place to pass by the building within the building!

"I'm sorry." Looking at the young Vietnamese woman who was leaning against the guardrail of the stairs and sobbing softly, Zhang Yang gently patted the thin shoulder that was shaking. When the woman felt someone patting her, she suddenly raised her head and looked at her in horror. Looking at Zhang Yang, seeing that Zhang Yang had no ill intentions, she started crying again. She didn't understand the meaning of Zhang Yang's "I'm sorry" at all.

Zhang Yang's heart tingled. He felt that his nerves were becoming more and more numb, and his outlook on life became confused due to the increasing strength of martial arts. He actually allowed such atrocities to appear naked in front of his eyes. He was still the same as before. That passionate angry young man? Or an aspiring young man trying to change the injustice of the world?

It seems that as the martial arts becomes stronger, everything has changed.

Just when Zhang Yang was sitting on the stairs with his head in his hands and lost in his thoughts, Su Dafeng suddenly turned his eyes and fell on the Vietnamese young man.

"Brother, what do you call me?" Su Dafeng said to the young Vietnamese man.

"Ruan Wenwu." The young Vietnamese man hesitated for a moment and then answered Su Dafeng, but his face was very cold.

"I, Su Dafeng, call me Brother Dafeng. There are more than ten people above. Although they are more interested in women from good families, I am sure that in the end, the women you bring will not be able to escape from the clutches, because there are so many of them. The two families don't have enough women..." Su Dafeng looked at the two men who were hesitating in front of a group of women from time to time, and spoke to Ruan Wenwu very quickly.

"What do you want to say?" Ruan Wenwu frowned and interrupted Su Dafeng's words.

"Let's cooperate. You have two people. We have two here and three people over there. There are five people in total. If we cooperate, there will be seven people. When the time comes, if we fight against them, someone will definitely join. So, our strength is enough to compete with them, how about that?”

"..."

Ruan Wenwu's brows jumped again, but he did not speak. However, his eyes looked at the middle-aged Vietnamese with hope. Unfortunately, the middle-aged Vietnamese shook his head.

"Are you a man?" Su Dafeng said with a look of contempt: "No wonder you are bullied at your doorstep. Let me tell you, I am a member of the Daquan Gang. If anything happens, I will take care of it. This is the most important thing." If there is a good opportunity, we can cooperate. If the cooperation is successful, I can deepen cooperation with you on behalf of the Daquan Gang. We can even jointly manage this smuggling route, so make a decision quickly!"

At this time, Su Dafeng was already anxious, because the old man and the big man seemed to have decided to take the woman with them.

I have to say that Su Dafeng is very good at seizing opportunities, and his words are also very seductive. It is obvious that the young Vietnamese heart is beating crazily. Jointly managing this smuggling route is undoubtedly a huge piece of pie. Even the middle-aged Vietnamese man was a little moved.

"Uncle!" Ruan Wenwu stared closely at the middle-aged Vietnamese.

This time, the middle-aged Vietnamese did not shake his head immediately, but fell into thinking. Obviously, he was also moved by Su Dafeng's words.

Of course, what moved him was not Su Dafeng's bewitching words, but the temptation of cooperating with the Daquan Gang. If the Daquan Gang really cooperated with the Vietnamese Gang, then the Vietnamese Gang would have enough power to control this route and compete with India. human power to contend.

The time is very short, but it feels extremely long, and the air is extremely depressing.

At this moment, two Chinese women, forced by the might of the two big men, trembled and walked over from the passage that had been opened...

"Hurry up and decide!" Su Dafeng was anxious. At this time, he didn't realize that Zhang Yang, who was sitting at the top of the stairs, had a distorted face. Zhang Yang had been in trouble for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more painful he became. Ten fingers were inserted into his short hair. The blood vessels are dilated, like earthworms one by one.

"Uncle?" Ruan Wenwu looked at the middle-aged man anxiously.

Unfortunately, the steady middle-aged Vietnamese shook his head again. He could not confirm Su Dafeng's identity. He did not dare to take this huge risk. If he fell out with the Indians, the Vietnamese would be in more danger on this smuggling route. …

"Uncle?" The young man looked at the middle-aged man with a disappointed expression.

The middle-aged Vietnamese still shook his head, as if he didn't want to meet Ruan Wenwu's eyes, and simply closed his eyes to rest.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

The heavy footsteps of the two big men were getting closer and closer. The women on both sides gave way to a wide passage in fear, while the two Chinese women were so scared that they could not walk. They supported each other and moved their bodies little by little. , but did not dare to resist, not even to shout loudly.

Five meters!

Four meters!

…

Su Dafeng squatted on the ground with a desperate look on his face, and mixed his hands vigorously, his knuckles turning white from excessive exertion.

"Let's cooperate!"

Suddenly, Ruan Wenwu stood up and took two strides to stand in front of the stairs. The middle-aged Vietnamese closed his eyes and was caught off guard. When he reached out to pull, Ruan Wenwu had already reached the stairs.

"Good brother!" Su Dafeng was overjoyed and stood up suddenly, standing side by side with Ruan Wenwu at the stairs. The two muscles in his chest were shaking with excitement.

"Brother Wu!"

"Brother Wu!"

…

A dozen Vietnamese girls sitting on the ground looked at Ruan Wenwu with joy and gave a thumbs up. The middle-aged Vietnamese who was about to speak saw the enthusiastic expressions on the faces of a group of women and opened his mouth without speaking. With a sigh, he also stood up and walked to Ruan Wenwu's side.

"Uncle, thank you!" Ruan Wenwu looked excited.

"Be careful." The middle-aged Vietnamese nodded.

(To be continued)