Afterwards, Yang Jun asked Luo Xiaojun to bring the people in.

Sun Zhaocai found an imperial chair from somewhere, and Yang Jun sat down directly.

"You are responsible for all these things recently?"

Yang Jun looked at the five or six ruffians kneeling in front of him, his eyes full of coldness.

Most of the gangsters were in their twenties or thirties, wearing leg-revealing bell-bottom pants, flip-flops, long hair, and combed yellow hair. They looked like rubbish.

I have never seen this posture before. These people are all big and round, and they have bulging waists.

Hearing this, he knelt on the ground and shivered.

"answer."

Luo Xiaojun took out his belt and slapped him, causing several ruffians to shiver.

"Yes... we did it."

The leader, a young gangster, looked at the guards around him, and then answered cautiously.

"Who ordered it?" Yang Jun asked.

"Wang Ermao." The little hooligan replied.

When Yang Jun heard this, he snorted slightly from his nostrils.

"Who is Wang Ermao?"

Luo Xiaojun waved his belt, slapped him, and yelled at him.

"Wang Ermao is Wang Ermao. As for his nickname, I don't know." The little gangster grinned after being slapped.

"How can we find him?" Luo Xiaojun shouted sharply.

"He...he lives in the alley next door, the third house on the left after entering."

When Luo Xiaojun heard this, he turned around and winked at Sun Zhaocai.

Upon seeing this, Sun Zhaocai led the two people out.

After Sun Zhaocai left, Yang Jun crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

He took a puff, exhaled the thick mist, and looked at them with a teasing look on his face.

"Do you know who I am?"

Hearing this, several Xiao Huang Mao raised their heads and looked at Yang Jun.

Then, they all shook their heads.

"My name is Yang Jun." Yang Jun said calmly.

"You...are you Yang Jun?"

When several local ruffians heard that the person in front of them was Yang Jun, their faces turned pale with fear.

They may have never met Yang Jun, but they cannot help but have heard of Yang Jun's name.

Whoever lives in this area doesn't know Yang Jun.

Yang Jun is the most promising person in this area. Whenever parents educate their children, Yang Jun always talks about other people's children.

Look at Yang Jun, and then look at you.

We all live in this alley, and everyone is so successful, why are you so useless?

In short, you may not know Yang Jun, but you must have heard of him.

Yang Jun is not only promising, but also very capable.

Who among these people has never heard of Yang Jun?

"Haha, you know my name, but you still dare to provoke me." Yang Jun said with a smile.

When the little yellow haired man heard this, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"Brother...brother, I know I was wrong. I can't see Taishan..."

"Shut up, who is your elder brother?"

Before Yang Jun could speak, the belt in Luo Xiaojun's hand behind him dropped violently.

"Ouch..."

Xiao Huangmao rolled over on the ground and kept pleading: "I was wrong, Uncle Yang, it was me who was wrong, please stop fighting."

When Yang Jun heard this, he raised his hand slightly to signal Luo Xiaojun to stop.

"Even if you don't know me, you should know that this courtyard belongs to me. Why do you dare to take advantage of my house?"

Xiao Huangmao said with a mournful face: "Uncle Yang, even if you lend me ten courages, I wouldn't dare to take advantage of your house."

As he said that, he glanced at the third uncle behind Yang Jun, and then said: "I thought this courtyard belonged to Yan Laoxi, so..."

"Hey, you little brat, you also called me Yan Laoxi."

When the third uncle heard this, he was not happy.

Others can call him Yan Laoxi, but they cannot let a junior call him that.

Moreover, with Yang Jun's support today, he became bolder.

He went up and kicked the little yellow guy.

He was fine, he almost bounced him to the ground.

"Lao Yan, forget it, forget it."

The second uncle and the first uncle quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Don't look at how old you are. You are almost eighty, and you are still waving your arms and legs."

"I'm... so irritating."

The third uncle threw them away and squatted on the ground angrily.

Seeing this, Yang Jun turned around and said to the little Huang Mao: "Oh, you thought the house belonged to Yan Laoxi, so you had a wrong idea?"

"Uncle Yang, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time." Xiao Huangmao lay on the ground and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.

"Uncle Yang, we were wrong."

Several other little yellow hairs expressed their mistake one after another.

Yang Jun sighed when he saw this.

"That's it, you bunch of cowards."

"Well, I won't embarrass you anymore."

"You just need to restore the gate and courtyard wall to their original state. In addition, I will also clean up the broken bricks and stones blocking the entrance of the alley as soon as possible."

Xiao Huangmao: "Yes, yes, we will do it even if you don't say it, Uncle Yang."

"Yes, yes, we will definitely clean it up for you." Others echoed.

Yang Jun waved his hands and said: "Go away."

When several people heard this, it was like a general amnesty.

He rolled and crawled towards the door.

They found various tools and began to clean the stains on the gate. They also found a pallet truck to remove the broken bricks and stones blocking the entrance of the alley.

"Hey, you are still a soldier. As long as you take action, there will be no injustice." The second uncle said flatteringly.

"If I had known in the morning that the name Junzi was so effective, I should have moved it out and used it." The third uncle agreed.

While they were talking, Sun Zhaocai came in carrying someone.

"boom!"

Sun Zhaocai threw the man in front of Yang Jun, and a lot of dust splattered on the ground.

The man was beaten to pieces, and he grimaced in pain.

"Kneel down."

Luo Xiaojun roared, then raised his hand, and with a snap, a clear blood mark was left on the face of the little gangster named Wang Ermao.

This sight made the three uncles turn their heads in fright, unable to bear to see such a bloody scene.

That Huang Ermao still wanted to resist, but when his eyes met Sun Zhaocai's, he immediately gave up.

Just now, he had suffered a lot, so he had learned how powerful he was.

"Tell me, who ordered you to do this?" Yang Jun asked quietly.

"It's Huang Jiansheng."

Wang Ermao is much more honest and answers all questions.

"Um?"
To be continued...