novelraw Chapter 48 I'll Sing a Song
Chapter 48 I'll Sing a Song
"Who's your boss?"
Qian Lang asked calmly.
What is Jianghu?
He had considered this issue when he arrived in Beijing.
He knew he would definitely encounter this problem.
Let alone 2003, even in 2023, the local thugs still haven't been completely dealt with.
A single punch can prevent a hundred more!
Li Xiaolu is not a problem; in this industry, even if Li Xiaolu isn't there, there's still Zhang Xiaolu.
Today, however, he wants to establish his authority.
This group of people coming to his doorstep saved him a lot of trouble.
"You, you mustn't do anything reckless. I... I'm following Brother Shu."
The blond-haired man spoke, his voice trembling slightly.
"Brother Tree? Say his full name!"
"Zang... Zang Tianshu, let me tell you, offending Brother Shu..."
"Shut up and lead the way!"
Qian Lang loosened his hair, stood up, and clapped his hands.
The blond-haired man was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.
Qian Lang looked down at him, his eyes as calm as if he were asking what they were having for dinner.
"Can't you understand human language? Lead the way to find your Brother Tree."
Huang Mao opened his mouth, as if to say something, but when he saw Qian Lang's eyes, he swallowed his words back.
He got up and limped forward.
Qian Lang followed him and got into a van.
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Forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a bar on the East Third Ring Road.
The bar has a small storefront and an inconspicuous signboard, just a black background with the words "Tree Music" written on it, without even neon lights.
But there were two people standing at the door, wearing black jackets, who kept staring at the bread truck as it stopped.
Qian Lang pushed open the door and got out of the car.
The blond-haired man followed and pointed inside.
"Brother Shu is inside. You...you go in by yourself. I won't go in."
Qian Lang ignored him and walked straight to the door.
The two men came forward and were about to speak when Qian Lang pushed them aside and went inside.
"Friends, oh friends"
Have you ever thought of me?
If you are enjoying happiness
Please forget me...
This is an old song.
It sounds nice.
Qian Lang didn't interrupt, but listened from the doorway.
"Why give up being a proper singer and become a hooligan?"
Qian Lang muttered something to himself.
The singer was none other than Zang Tianshu, who is currently a very famous figure in Beijing's entertainment circles.
He just sat there, singing a song that almost everyone knows and can hum.
His voice was hoarse and tinged with a sense of vicissitude, as if he were truly confiding in an old friend.
A dozen or so people sat sparsely in the audience, some humming along softly, others holding wine glasses, listening intently.
However, Qian Lang could tell that these people were not genuine guests.
When the music ended, applause broke out.
Zang Tianshu handed the microphone to the person next to him and was about to stand up when his gaze swept across the doorway and his brows furrowed.
Having spent many years in the underworld, the young man at the door made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He took the microphone back.
"Hey friend, are you here for a drink?"
Zang Tianshu's voice, still hoarse, carried a hint of mockery and a touch of amusement, came through the speakers.
Qian Lang just smiled.
then!
He bent down, picked up a chair from the side, and smashed it over there.
The chair flipped over in mid-air and crashed onto the table closest to Zang Tianshu, shattering bottles and glasses all over the floor with a loud crash.
Qian Lang was telling Zang Tianshu that he was there to challenge them.
All those who were sitting stood up at once.
"Kid—!"
The person closest to Qian Lang couldn't finish his sentence.
Qian Lang's fist had already landed.
The melee began.
The first person to rush up grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it over his head.
Qian Lang sidestepped, the beer bottle grazing past his ear. He grabbed the man's wrist, twisted it, and the beer bottle fell to the ground.
Then, with a swift movement of his knee, he struck the man in the stomach, causing him to bend over. Qian Lang then elbowed him in the back, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Two more people rushed up, one carrying a baseball bat and the other clutching a hollow tube.
The baseball bat came crashing down, but instead of retreating, Qian Lang charged forward, crashing directly into the man's arms.
Before the stick could fall, he grabbed the arm, swung it backhand, and smashed it into the face of another person holding a hollow tube.
The man screamed in pain as blood gushed from his nose, and he covered his nose as he backed away.
Qian Lang snatched the baseball bat and swung it, hitting the shin of the person rushing up from the left.
One, two, three... ten...
Beer bottles, watermelon knives, hollow tubes, switchblades...
Qian Lang, however, seemed to be handling the chaotic battle with ease.
They probably don't know.
Bajiquan is best suited for melee combat!
Less than ten minutes!
Sweep!
then!
Qian Lang twisted his neck, looking like he still wanted more.
Now there's only one left.
"Hey, Lao Zang, I heard you're pretty good at fighting. How about we have a go at it?"
Qian Lang looked at Zang Tianshu on the bar with a mocking expression and said.
Zang Tianshu's face turned ashen.
He wanted to say something polite, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
At this moment, Qian Lang walked towards him step by step.
Qian Lang actually admired Lao Zang quite a bit.
Because even now, the other party hasn't asked why.
Because, there's no need to ask anymore.
Finally, Qian Lang stepped onto the bar and faced Zang Tianshu directly!
At this point, Zang Tianshu had no choice but to speak.
"Friend, isn't there some misunderstanding?"
Okay, Qian Lang overestimated him.
It turns out this guy was terrified.
Qian Lang remained silent, but smiled at Zang Tianshu.
The laughter was cruel!
It was as if he was enjoying this feeling.
Looking at his smile, Zang Tianshu unconsciously thought of someone.
Young and Dangerous – Crow!
But crows aren't that good at fighting.
Just then!
*Smack!*
Qian Lang slapped him across the face.
then.
a bit!
Two!
Three times!
"Stop, stop hitting me, brother, let's talk this out..."
Zang Tianshu tilted his head as he spoke.
Qian Lang stopped and then shook his hand.
"Old Zang, I'll give you a chance. Keep calling people, and I'll sing a song!"
Arrogant and domineering!
Qian Lang displayed unprecedented arrogance and swagger.
Then he actually picked up the microphone and started singing.
"The vast sea laughs, its waves surge on both shores..."
Zang Tianshu remained standing there, listening, completely stunned.
It was as if Qian Lang had just heard him sing.
Less than two minutes later, the money wave stopped.
Then he threw the microphone on the ground.
"Old Zang, you're welcome to come and seek revenge!"
Then, he stepped down from the bar and walked out of the bar, walking quietly, just as quietly as he had come!
The Spring Festival is not over yet, but the wind outside the bar is still biting cold.
A gust of wind blew, and Qian Lang felt a chill.
My mind was just as clear as it had been before.
He came to establish his authority because he knew that Zang Tianshu had become a thug only to make money and wouldn't actually fight him to the death.
He came to challenge them because the other side couldn't possibly have firearms. This is Beijing, and even if Lao Zang had a gun, he wouldn't dare to move.
I lit a cigarette and took a drag.
That woman still influenced him.
He was so violent just now, but he was just venting!
I wanted to vent the depression I'd been feeling these past two days.
Now, however, I feel incredibly relaxed.
As for Li Xiaolu?
Haha, Lao Zang will teach her a lesson.
What does it have to do with him?
At this moment, however, Qian Lang was desperately craving women.
I lit another one and took a puff.
I made a phone call.
A voice came from the other end of the phone very quickly.
"Oh, you still remember me? I thought you were dead!"