That night, eight o'clock.

The West District Crime Team broke into the Kowloon area, flipping over hotels, fan archives, and underground casinos. They ignored the face of their colleagues and started to make trouble with the excuse of handling the case.

The Kowloon, which is mixed with fish and dragons, is much more rampant than the West District. In just less than an hour, the guys pulled out the faces of the young and dandy people three times and used bullets to pull out the faces of the young and dandy people layer by layer.

Until later, Chen Jiaju walked into the venue and simply stopped talking first, slapped the gun and then talked on the table...

The big guys were pretty good to see this scene. They called Huang Zhicheng from the anti-black group and made Huang Zhicheng tremble: "What's wrong with Li Sir? I don't give you any face? At least I called you to notify you if you want to get me in this way."

"Now the whole of Kowloon is not peaceful, there will be big things to do at night." Huang Zhicheng changed into a suit and was in the police station with a solemn look at the information in his hand.

To be honest, the guy from the West District came to cause trouble, and in his eyes, it was just a trivial matter.

The biggest thing is that Ni Yongxiao took action!

According to the wind received by the informant, all the four remaining leaders of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui were done tonight. I thought about it and knew whose actions were made.

Moreover, Guohua and his team have been operating in Tsim Sha Tsui for so many years, and they have a lot of young and dandy people who make money. Except for Han Chen's group who died early, they have almost disbanded. The remaining four people are all relying on them to make a living. Now that Ni Yongxiao has killed four people at the same time, their gangsters will definitely cause trouble.

If there was no trouble, the business territory would be taken away by the Ni family. They could not even afford to eat, so why would they get a wrong place? Huang Zhicheng thought about it and thought that it would be good to die in the hotel and be a mandarin duck ghost.

Just then, a police officer came over: "Sir Huang, Director Huang, asks you to come over."

"Okay." Huang Zhicheng walked out of his position with a bitter look on his face and pushed away Director Kowloon's office. Lu Qichang stood beside Director Zhang. As soon as he entered the door, Director Zhang blew his nose and stared: "Huang Zhicheng, I just received a call from Huang Sir, the West District, saying that their senior inspector's police car was blown up on Temple Street?"

"There are also killers who dare to attack the police in the street and lose your mother. Why did you lead the anti-black team?" Director Zhang became more and more angry as he spoke, and he scolded him.

The West District, that's the West District! The current director's home! If the police officer there dies in the West District, Director Zhang's fantasy of being promoted with his thighs will be shattered. Do you think he is very angry?

Huang Zhicheng said unruly: "I called Li Sir in advance to notify him. Isn't he okay?"

"Hmph, it's best not to have anything tonight!" Director Zhang glanced coldly and then said, "I want to be safe and safe tonight and catch the mastermind behind the scenes twenty-four hours. Is there any way?"

"Yes! Please rest assured, sir!"

Huang Zhicheng knew that Director Zhang had always had a good temper and rarely gave such dead orders. But once he issued a letter, he couldn't help but shirk it, so he immediately raised his hand to salute.

"Go out to do things." Director Zhang waved his hand and drove Huang Zhicheng out and continued to talk to Lu Qichang.

After leaving the office, Huang Zhicheng said with anger: "I was also fucked by the killer, why don't you care about me?"

"Huang Sir, what did you say?" a guy next to him said with a little confusion.

"It's okay, how is it outside now?" Huang Zhicheng stopped his expression and asked the clerk.

The guy suddenly answered a phone call, um, um, and put it down, and then he was born and said, "The four gangs of people are talking together, and they will definitely have to do something big tonight."

Damn. The four gangs have as many as three or four hundred people, and at least one hundred people. It’s enough to cause trouble for them separately. Now they are getting together and are going to play with a thousand people to kill them? The next day, the morgue couldn’t hold them!

Huang Zhicheng felt a sudden slap in his heart and shouted quickly: "Go out and stare at them, don't let them do anything randomly."

...

Asheng food stall.

A row of vans blocked the main entrance of the food stall, and hundreds of little brothers in flower shirts stood or squatted, squeezing their partners out.

Four new bigwigs, inheriting the excellent tradition of the old school, gathered around the round wooden table to swish the hot pot.

These people do not know how to learn from their experiences. They know that the hot pot is dead quickly, but they still have to go to the pot when they meet.

As Guohua's head horse, "Zhuwu" knocked the bowl with chopsticks, stuffed a large piece of dog meat into his mouth, and smacked his lips: "Tonight, we will get the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui's power equally in the future, right?"

"Is it based on business or territory?" Wen Zheng's headmaster "Yan Guiwei" is very smart and he must have negotiated the interests before he can take action. After all, one or two people will not be dead enough to be the leader of Tsim Sha Tsui tonight.

The remaining two "Old Dog Chen" and "Scarcai" also looked at "Zhuwu". Because among the four people, only Zhuwu had the strongest troops and the largest number of people. He must speak up on how to distinguish the benefits.

But Wu Zhu is not stupid. He knows how to grasp the right position during negotiations and follows the rules.

"Let's divide the business, white powder, gambling file, and horse lane. The white powder is divided into two parts, which belongs to me and Yan Guiwei, and you will each have the remaining two parts."

Although the Ni family started out as a white powder business, it was the largest supplier in Hong Kong. However, it also invested in many businesses, including the gambling stalls and horse lanes, with the largest share. Each person came out one by one, enough to fill them. As for the largest white powder business, it was divided equally by two bigwigs, Zhuwu and Yan Guiwei, who sent the most troops.

The four of them picked up the wine glass and took a sip, exchanged a glance with each other, and then raised their glasses and clinked them: "Just share this way."

"Everyone does things!"

"work!"

After drinking all the white wine, Zhuwu stood up first, waved his hand to his younger brother behind him, and a large number of soldiers followed behind them. The remaining three big men also led their younger brother to follow. The surging crowd filled the entire street, and even the patrol police did not dare to approach.

Huang Zhicheng sat in the police car, holding a gun in his hand, and then thought for a while before saying, "Let the guys drive and follow me, don't get out of the car."

He even had some hope that Ni Yongxiao could handle these young and dandy boys alone. Otherwise, when they rush down, the anti-gangster team's guys would inevitably suffer casualties.

What's more, this food stall is not far from the Ni family's mansion, and it is only one kilometer at most. So after the young and dandy took out the knives from the van, he simply walked over with a swagger.

There is no way, I want to transport thousands of people with these vans? I am afraid that it will be dawn before the troops are transported.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Police officers from the West District have withdrawn from Kowloon and left the stage to the young and dandy boys to rebel.

When crossing the lane, the young and dandy disliked the number of trucks and the loud horns at night, so they simply crossed the street through the underground passage.

The newly built underground passage in Kowloon is wide and large, and it is not a problem to accommodate thousands of people. But after they entered the underground passage, four trucks on the road suddenly rushed out of the driveway and blocked the exit of the underground passage with a bang.

The originally dim underground passage became even more deadly, with only yellow lights left, barely illuminating the vision of the young and dandy.

"Zhuwu" held a cigarette in his mouth and heard a huge trembling sound from the entrance. He seemed to notice something was wrong. He looked at the rest of the people and whispered: "There is something wrong."

"Don't worry, if you meet someone, you'll kill him." Yan Guiwei glared fiercely, raised his hand and shouted: "Brothers, guys Liang."

Swish swish swish swish!

Thousands of blades were pulled up by the young and dandy at the same time. They held various machetes and shone a cold light into the underground passage under the light.

At the four entrances of the passage, four bangs and bangs vibrated, and the gates of the four trucks fell down. Each truck was filled with knife hands. They held a unified machete, tied red ropes, and roared angrily, rushing down from the car box. In a blink of an eye, the crowd turned into a torrent, rushed into the underground passage, colliding with the four big bosses' horsemen.

"Kill!"

"Kill these anti-bone boys."

"One sword heaven and one sword hell, brothers dare to be damn."

The sound of tingling swords kept ringing, and randomly hissing... the sound of flesh and blood in the clothes being cut by the knife.

Due to the large number of people, there is not much room for dodging in the underground passage. Once the young and dandy fall to the ground, they will be trampled to death. There are only a few smart guys who know how to lie by the wall and pretend to be dead.

The sound of puffing and puffing in the flesh was endless. The two gangs quickly became jealous and chopped when they saw people. They cut their hands until they were weak. They would never retreat if they did not lie on the opposite side.

After a moment, the blood soaked the floor, and the fierce fighting continued.

Huang Zhicheng and his friend rushed out of the car, but were blocked by the truck at the intersection. This made him tremble so much that he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Uncle Ni Jia San on the secondary seat of the truck and shouted: "Does go, if you don't dodge, I'll shoot you."

Uncle San was not afraid at all and shrugged: "Asir, my car has no gas, I don't blame me."

"You think I'm not brave enough to shoot." Huang Zhicheng pressed the insurance and made Uncle San's face change: "I'll let them out, don't regret it!"

"This..." Huang Zhicheng hesitated for a while and silently took the gun back into his pocket.

At the same time, a bang gunshot suddenly rang in the underground passage.

Next was the quick gunshots, which made all the guys in the Kowloon Anti-Black Group silent.

It seems that the Kowloon Mortuary will not be enough tonight.

Uncle San took out his mobile phone, edited a text message, Didi, and successfully transmitted it to Ni Yongxiao's mobile phone.

...

Rental house.

Li Shaoze's figure appeared in the mirror.

Black windbreaker, top hat, cufflinks, leather boots... The Shawshank figure is in the moonlight, and is not as handsome as a mortal.

He put all the clothes he replaced, as well as the golden revolver, the eight-slash sword and other items into the system's dimensional space.

From then on, this rental house will be abandoned. All the traces of Xiao Shengke will only exist in another space.

"Dare to blow up my car?"

"Shawshank" raised the corner of his mouth coldly: "I never take revenge overnight!"
Chapter completed!