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Chapter 21 The Old Man and the Hooligan

At this time, Zhou Qiang came to the river black market and began to investigate the third day of Volga Lake.

At eight o'clock tonight, it was time for him to start the third live broadcast as agreed with the central media.

Zhou Qiang clenched his teeth.

Just as he was about to leave, he found that it was near Sunset Square and next to the shore of Lake Volga.

There was an old man, limping on crutches, who clashed with a group of gangsters with yellow hair.

Behind the old man, there are ups and downs, and there are hundreds of tombstones, which are incompatible with the surrounding environment.

The old man was senile, with a stooped body and gray hair, but his whole body carried an indescribable aura.

Zhou Qiang narrowed his eyes. Since becoming a ghost messenger, his physical fitness has been greatly strengthened, and his various senses are much sharper than ordinary people.

Although he was not far from the old man, he could still hear the conversation between the old man and those hooligans.

Zhou Qiang subconsciously raised his phone.

Beside the Volga Lake, the gangster, with his back erect, wears a gold necklace thicker than his wrist, and wears a gaudy shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned, revealing a ferocious green dragon on his chest.

The bastard boss opened his mouth with a look of disdain and cursed.

"You're fucking out of your mind, aren't you?"

"The chaebols from other places are going to come to our remote city to invest. They want to build a commercial area near Lake Volga. The higher-ups have already issued a construction permit. Why the hell do you have to stop it?"

"When the commercial district here is completed, not only will our river black market benefit, but the GDP of the entire Uzbekistan province will be boosted."

"You old bastard, don't go so fucking far!"

"You are not afraid of death, but what about your family, your children, are they afraid?"

The old man standing in front of the tombstone slowly raised his head, then said in a deep voice.

"The chaebol? I think it's Mao Ziguo's company, right? Where is the chaebol in Huaguo!"

The ferocious tattooed man twitched his mouth, and retorted: "It's fine if people are willing to pay, and you still care so much about it. You live by the sea, why are you so lenient?"

"And they don't think our place is remote and economically backward. If they choose to invest here, it's their mercy!"

The old man frowned suddenly.

"Show mercy?"

"When did Heihe, Wu Province, and even the entire country of China use foreigners to show mercy?"

"These hundreds of graves are the tombs of my brother and his comrades in arms!"

"When the anti-Maozi campaign began, my home was next to Lake Volga, a small village..."

"At the beginning of the battle that year, 140 soldiers from our small village went out, but only one came back alive. I was too young to make it!"

"Among the 130 nine soldiers who died in battle, there was my brother. Before they left, each of them left a coat of their own. They said that if they couldn't return, they would bury their clothes as a tomb. In order to prevent future generations from worshiping, there is not even a place."

"When Sunset Plaza was built back then, they didn't even talk about moving the cemetery here. Why do you want to move?"

"Yes, times have changed now, and every family has no worries about food and drink, and can even travel to various tourist attractions and enjoy the great mountains and rivers of the motherland."

"You think this is what it should be?"

"This is what those fighters who fought with Maozi on the battlefield, the front line, and in the ice and snow 80 years ago in exchange for it. They exchanged it with countless sacrifices and countless bloodshed!"

"When the weather is [-] or [-] degrees below zero, they wear thin coats, eat snow when they are thirsty, and eat bark when they are hungry. In order to avoid Maozi's bombs, they hide in air-raid shelters and trenches all day long."

"They crossed this Volga lake, but they never came back!"

"It wasn't like that back then. They didn't kneel in front of Maozi. Now that Maozi gave you some bad money, you just fucking kneel down?"

"Can you have some face, can you have some backbone, I... I will fucking kill you bastards, beasts!"

The old man leaned over to pick up the bricks, and swung the bricks to beat up the punks.

Although these gangsters were the lowest street gangsters, they were young and strong after all, so they easily escaped the old guy's attack.

Among them, a gangster with dark glasses, a cropped head, and a ferocious expression looked at the tattooed brother beside him, and said in a deep voice.

"Brother, do you want to do it?"

The next moment, the tattooed brother scolded.

"Do it? What do you do? What kind of society is it now? If you really want to kill this old guy, you can't eat peanuts?"

"Damn, let's go first and wait for the opportunity!"

"Old bastard, let me tell you, if you have the ability, you keep guarding these hundreds of lonely graves. Let me see how long you can live!"

The old man was panting heavily and sitting on the stones in front of these graves, sweating profusely.

He looked at the group of gangsters who were at a loss, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"If you want to move these hundreds of graves, think about me!"

At this time, behind the old man, in the middle of Lake Volga, the waves were rough.

The old man was obviously bent, and looked like a dead leaf falling from a tree in autumn.

But right now, sitting in front of these graves, he gave off an indescribable aura...

No one knew that the scene just now was all recorded by a young man on his mobile phone in the distance.

The young man originally thought that if the old man was in danger, he would help.

But I didn't expect those bastards, they just looked fierce, but they didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary.

It seems that the anti-crime campaign in the past few years has been very effective!
The final impact of this video shot by the young man was fixed on the old man.

In the picture, the old man sits a little lonely in front of the grave, with firm eyes, giving people the feeling of a chivalrous man retreating to the mountains.

Zhou Qiang sent the video to Yu Xiran.

"Prepare well, this video will be used as a trailer before today's live broadcast!"

At this time, those gangsters who were planning to leave just happened to find Zhou Qiang who was taking pictures with his mobile phone.

The tattooed man frowned, and rushed towards Zhou Qiang angrily.

"Boy, what the hell are you doing!"

But at this moment Zhou Qiang was not angry, and there was a strange smile on his face that he had never seen before.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly turned purple!
"Everyone, please come and be extras for me!"

After finishing speaking, among the six secret methods, the nightmare skill is activated!
Nightmare, using illusion to confuse the opponent, making the caster feel like entering a magic barrier.

The next moment, these gangsters were stunned and stopped in place.

(End of this chapter)