MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 448 The power of the masses

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Finally, the old man and the giant man walked in front of the staircase where the three were standing side by side. The stairway was only two people wide. The three were completely blocked in a row, and Zhang Yang was blocked by the three because he was sitting. No one noticed Zhang Yang ’s distorted face, even Su Dafeng did n’t care about it. After all, in his eyes, Zhang Yang was a weak scholar, and if their life trajectory was not stowaway together, maybe they would n’t spend their entire lives Meet.

In fact, it was precisely because Su Dafeng thought that Zhang Yang was a weak scholar, so he would brazenly talk to Zhang Yang about some triad matters.

Ruan Wenwu's status in the Soviet Union is much more important than publicity.

"Let's go!" The old man spoke English, and there was a beast-like light in his murky eyes. The appearance of the old dragon bell was immediately replaced by a fierce, full of high authority. In this container, he was King, he is used to giving orders in this container.

"I'm Ruan Chishan of the Vietnamese gang." The middle-aged Vietnamese stood tall like a mountain, and looked at the grim eyes of the old man coldly, without the slightest concealment, the firm eyes matched The fierce muscles were not as bad as those of the old man, even worse.

"Hum!" The old man sneered, snorting heavily.

"I'm Su Dafeng from the big circle." Su Dafeng stretched out his chest, and the muscles wrapped under the black vest contained a heart-wrenching power. I have to say that if he left Su Dafeng's surname alone, Judging from his appearance, Guang is definitely a super macho, and he is a macho full of threatening surnames. No one dares to ignore his existence.

...

For a moment of silence, hesitation appeared on the face of the old man and the giant man behind him.

Right away.

The old man smiled coldly, and his white eyebrows raised.

"Here is the ship, not the place of the Gang of Gangs, not the place of the Gang of Gangs. Here, it is my place!" The old man's eyes were full of fierceness, and the giant man's cheeks behind him kept shaking. Hugging her hands as if smiling at something very happy and grinning.

At this time, the iron railings upstairs were full of people, all looking at the downstairs with an expression of interest, it seemed that Su Dafeng and the two Vietnamese were not at all minded.

The middle-aged Vietnamese shook his head without saying a word, his face was indifferent. I don't know when he had a cold, serrated dagger in his hand. Now he is like a bloodthirsty beast. Nor can I see the low-key and silent beginning.

Obviously, the middle-aged Vietnamese at this time became the backbone, and his calmness and stability and the muscles exuding the power of the surname were enough to make him qualified for this position.

"I'll say it again, get out!" The old man's pupils narrowed tightly, and a vaguely murderous power was revealed, while the face of the upstairs who had watched the crowd became more dignified, without the expression of the beginning of fun. Apparently, they all saw that the old man was already angry.

The atmosphere became heavy.

However, the two Vietnamese and Su Dafeng stood like a mountain at the entrance of the staircase, and remained motionless, their eyes filled with incomparable firmness.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded upstairs, and the sound was like a sledgehammer hitting the hearts of the three people, forming a huge psychological pressure. The three Chinese young people at the door of the container were actually standing quietly. Sitting silently ...

Some of the male surnames in the container were moving immobile again.

Just then, a hint of mockery appeared in the old man's eyes.

Su Dafeng felt his heart beating wildly, and the sound of upstairs and downstairs was getting closer and closer. He turned his back to the back, but felt the cold light of a sword ...

"It's a man's stand up for me!"

"It's a man's stand up for me!"

...

Su Dafeng yelled loudly and shouted in English and Chinese.

"It's the man who stands up for me!"

Ruan Wenwu also yelled in Vietnamese, and astonishingly, there was an undercurrent in the container, like a tide.

"If you don't stand up, the next one will be your turn. You want to go to the United States before the journey begins!" The middle-aged Vietnamese man also said in a low voice.

"I'm not alive, I fight with you!"

The middle-aged man with black-framed glasses and a dull face suddenly stood up, his face stunned, as if a hunting beast, his eyes red, blue tendons raised, and his teeth fluttered towards the old man. The woman on the stairs suddenly stood up, hugging the eyes of the man, and they cried tightly together. At this time, the man in the glasses always held a pen tightly, no one doubted His death will.

A force of sorrow pervaded the container ...

One!

Two!

Five!

...

The anger was like a plague that infected more than forty men in the container. Now, they all stood up, moving one by one towards the staircase, holding various weapons in their hands, pens and kitchen knives. There are fruit bags and even nail clippers. The women moved their bodies, as close as possible to the wall of the container.

The power of the masses is enormous.

Seeing the crowd converging in this small space, the old man's face discolored. For so many years, he was the first time he had seen the smugglers from a country come together so cohesively.

In many cases of smuggling, the number of people surpassed this countless. However, their dozen or so individuals have always been at ease in controlling the entire situation, and there has never been such a crisis.

The dozens of big men already standing on the stairs also stopped, the arms held in their hands trembled, apparently, they did not expect that the reaction would be so violent, it seems that everything is out of control ...

The depressed atmosphere is suffocating.

The air seemed to burn. Everyone clenched their fists. The crowd was getting tighter and tighter. When everyone stood up, the small container seemed extremely crowded.

be quiet!

be quiet!

Stifling silence!

"You won!" The old man hesitated for a few seconds, and fierce eyes glanced at Su Dafeng and the two Vietnamese.

"Let them go back!" Su Dafeng nodded.

"Go!" The old man waved at the two women.

"Woohoo ..."

"Woohoo ..."

The two women's expressions were stagnant, and they cried with joy, and they hugged tightly together.

"Please!" Su Dafeng smiled proudly and made a sideway for the elderly.

"Huh, you will pay for your stupid behavior." The old man didn't look at Su Dafeng at all, but paused while walking past the middle-aged Vietnamese, striding coldly and striding away Go up the stairs and pass by the publicity sitting on the stairs.

Middle-aged Vietnamese didn't say a word, and looked dignified.

"Hmm ...!"

"Long live……"

"Wu brother, Wu brother, I love you ..."

"Brother, you are a hero!"

...

When the old man and the giant man went upstairs in the middle of the building, there was a burst of cheering in the container. Several Vietnamese beautiful girls hugged Ruan Wenwu and kissed him fiercely on the face. Ruan Wenwu flushed, and Su Dafeng grinned aside.

There was a happy atmosphere in the container.

The enthusiastic cheering was deafening, and it lasted for more than ten minutes before it gradually quieted down. Especially some women, when relieved, the expressions on their faces were much easier. This pressure is gone.

Although there was no enthusiastic cheering, some women were still unable to curb the emotions of excitement and whispered in a group. At this time, Ruan Wenwu discovered the solemn expression on his uncle's face.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Ruan Wenwu asked Ruan Chishan's solemn expression.

"They won't give up." Ruan Chishan said solemnly.

"What are we afraid of? We are several times more than them, and these women are also reserve players. Who doesn't know who died, what are we worried about?" Su Dafeng grinned.

"Yeah, yeah!" Although Ruan Wenwu has a strong surname, he has no idea and nods again and again.

"Lady, this is their place!" Ruan Chishan looked at Su Dafeng coldly.

"This is just a boat. If they dare to retaliate against us, we will simply take control of this boat." Su Dafeng did not mind.

(To be continued)