Traveling through the 80s, I picked up an actor

Chapter 172 Return Gift

"Xiao San! You were the one who made things difficult for my people first."

Fu Jingchi walked forward while talking, pulled out a chair at random, and sat down lazily. He even turned the turntable on the table, picked up a clean apple on it, took out a small pocket knife from his pocket, and slowly peeled the apple.

Just now, when Zhu Li saw Yan Lao San peeling an apple, she thought it was as rude as it could be. But now, when she saw Fu Jingchi peeling the apple slowly and leisurely, Zhu Li felt as if she was watching an art film.

The more lazy Fu Jingchi was, the more guilty Yan Laosan felt. Their gang had recently fought with Fu Jingchi and nothing had happened. The boss had specifically ordered them not to cause trouble recently and to rest and recuperate first. But if he gave in to Fu Jingchi today, how would he survive in the future? ! I guess the brothers would all look down on him. But if they went head-on... Yan Laosan had no chance of winning.

"Fu Jingchi, our two gangs have agreed to a truce and not to interfere with each other. Why are you interfering today?"

"No reason..."

Fu Jingchi peeled the apple, cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth, then said casually: "When you see injustice on the road, you should help it."

As he spoke, Fu Jingchi suddenly thrust the folding knife into the table. The table was so thick, but the knife didn't go in a few inches.

Yan Laosan's eyebrows jumped. Seeing that the thugs behind him had drawn their knives and were about to step forward, Yan Laosan quickly reached out to stop them.

A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. Today, the other side has more people and they have fewer people. If they really fight, they will definitely not end up well.

Thinking of this, Yan Laosan forced another smile.

"It turns out that Miss Zhu is Gang Leader Fu's person. It's our fault for not understanding it clearly before."

"Since this is the person that Boss Fu wants to protect, then we won't have dinner today. Let's go. You can take the person away. I won't say anything."

Fu Jingchi laughed twice and said, "After beating someone up like this, you just want to let it go?"

Yan Lao San's face froze and he asked, "So what do you want?"

"They say it's perfect. Just slap yourself ten times and apologize to Miss Zhu, and we'll let it go."

Yan Lao San's face turned pale with anger: "Fu Jingchi, don't go too far!"

Fu Jingchi took out the knife, cut another piece of apple, swung the fork on the knife, and slowly brought it to his mouth. He squinted his eyes, raised his chin slightly, and although there was a curved arc at the corner of his mouth, others could still see the coldness in his eyes.

"What a coincidence! I love to do things that are too much for others."

A man needs dignity, a tree needs bark. Yan Laosan could no longer bear it, pulled out a gun from his waistband, and shouted, "Kill him for me!"

The thugs led by Yan Lao San in the room reacted quickly and rushed forward with knives. But Fu Jingchi's men would never give them a chance to get close, and several of them rushed out and knocked those people to the ground with punches and kicks.

As for Yan Laosan himself, he had just pointed the gun at Fu Jingchi when he saw a cold light flying before his eyes. Before he could figure out what it was, Yan Laosan felt a pain in his hand, and he lost his grip on the gun and it fell to the ground.

When he looked down again, he saw that his arm was covered in blood. It was the small folding knife in Fu Jingchi's hand that flew over and stabbed his hand directly.

Yan Laosan endured the pain and pulled out the pocket knife. He didn't care how painful it was. He bent down and picked up the gun that fell on the ground. But before he could stand up straight, the person next to Fu Jingchi kicked the gun out of his hand. Yan Laosan was also a man who had experienced many battles. Although he staggered after being kicked, he quickly stood firm and rushed over again with his fists. But before he could get close to him, he was grabbed by the arm and pressed on the table. Yan Laosan struggled hard, but he didn't know where he was touched. Suddenly, half of his body went limp and he opened his mouth and kept screaming in pain.

"Since Third Master Yan is unwilling to lose face, then kowtow. Kowtow five times and I will admit it."

"Fu Jingchi, don't go too far. If my elder brother finds out, you..."

"Boom!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the man named Yan Laosan and pressed his head against the table.

One, two, three...

Every time he knocked his head, a red mark appeared on Yan Laosan's forehead, and soon his head was covered in blood.

Julie watched from the side, her mouth open, too shocked to make a sound.

Although she felt that Yan Laosan deserved it, she was still frightened when she saw such a bloody scene.

After knocking his head ten times, Yan Laosan had already collapsed into the mud, lying on the ground, breathing out more than breathing in.

Fu Jingchi found the scene ugly and couldn't eat any more of the apple. He threw the rest on the table, wiped his hands and prepared to leave.

Julie was still standing there in a daze, but the young man standing in front of her pushed her. Only then did she react and hurried to catch up.

"Mr. Fu...Mr. Fu, thank you so much today."

Fu Jingchi walked back to his private room, reached out and found that the tea was cold, so he asked someone to change it for another pot. Then he said, "You have helped me raise the cat for such a long time, and I should thank you. Today, this is my return gift."

Zhu Li then remembered the cat and asked, "Mr. Fu, the cat..."

"I'll take you back later and take the cat away. I'm sorry to bother you during this time."

Zhu Li waved her hands quickly: "It's not a bother, it's not a bother. It doesn't matter if you raise one or two. Besides, they get along well."

The waiter brought another pot of tea. Fu Jingchi poured a cup for Zhu Li and himself, then asked, "But how did you get involved with Yan Lao San?"

Zhu Li held the teacup to warm her hands, and said a little embarrassedly: "My brother...my brother owed them money, so we got to know each other. I ran into them by chance today. My friends and I came here to eat, and we met them when we were leaving, and were pulled into the private room."

It turned out to be like this...

After that, the two of them had nothing more to say. Fu Jingchi drank three cups of tea in a row until he was satisfied. Then he waved his hand and asked Da Kui to pay the bill and leave.

Zhu Li quickly stood up and tried to catch up, but just after she took two steps, her vision suddenly went dark and she fell forward uncontrollably. Before she passed out, the last thing Zhu Li saw was Fu Jingchi's face so close to her.

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