Although the city director was not very familiar with Xiang Wentian, he had a good relationship with his father and gave him some face. He turned a blind eye to what Xiang Wentian did. As long as it was not too much and not too difficult for himself, he would not pursue it. However, he agreed to request Xiang Wentian for mercy due to his mercy. However, he explained in advance that he could stabilize the police in the branch office in Xie Wendong's area and not go out, but only one hour. After an hour, he ignored it. Xiang Wentian knew that this was the greatest kindness given by the dignified city director. If it was not easy to ask for anything else, he thanked him repeatedly. At the same time, he also gave a generous gift worth a lot.

This time, Xie Wendong learned the information two days in advance, and expected that it would be impossible to use the method of finding the police last time. It would be Xiang Wentian to make the same mistake twice in a row. It would be even more impossible to use Bo Zhanhui's power. The latter was as cunning as an old fox, and it was as difficult as stabbing him. "It seems that this time, we can only rely on ourselves!" Xie Wendong was inspired. He used all the people below, and was on guard and ready to fight with Xiang Wentian's real sword and gun, and sincerely test the strength of the Nanhongmen Great*. On the 28th, the evening moon. The evening moon was like a hook, hanging on the sky slanted, and the mercury moonlight poured over the earth and also sprinkled on everyone's face.

The city director only gave Xiang Wentian an hour, not long, but not short. Hundreds of disciples could level the flower hotel in a small area.

If Xie Wendong was not there, both sides of the street were controlled by people from both sides, and all vehicles and pedestrians were strictly prohibited from passing by. Fortunately, the location of the Flower Hotel was not a prosperous area in the city, and there were not many pedestrians in the middle of the night. The street was quiet, empty, and there was no one to park. Looking around, it was empty, the evening breeze blew, the whirlwind gusts, and the paper was cut, making it even more desolate. At this time, a figure appeared at the end of the street, and the moonlight pulled his shadow very long, and the bright sword in his hand stabbed the eyes. Then, another person appeared behind him, and it continued, dark and could not tell the difference. The horn of the attack of the Nanhongmen tribe finally sounded, and the melee inevitably broke out.

This may be the largest collision between the north and south Hongmen in history, with the largest number of participants and the most tragic casualties. The two sides, standing on one end of the road, covered the entire street, and couldn't tell who shouted "Kill!" first, igniting the fuse of the battle. Thousands of people on both sides shouted in unison and rushed forward frantically. It was like the storm waves in the opposite direction collided with each other, splashing everywhere. But at this time, it was people who collided with each other, and blood was splashing.

The person in front had a slight contact with the other party, and he was about to chop, but the people behind could not stop the car and squeezed and pushed. Unfortunately, these "vanguards" became meat pie under the attack of their own people and the enemy. Only in the moment of contact between the two sides, dozens of people fell to the ground and wailed, but people only had enemies in their eyes, but they just raised their swords to wave their arms mechanically, and no one cared about them. For a short time, the people who fell to the ground had gradually disappeared, and their bodies were covered with sticky footprints. At this time, the people who fell down were not counting "one" but calculated on "films". Xiang Wentian did not visit the scene in person, and Xie Wendong was also in the future. Instead, he stood in front of the window on the second floor of the hotel and looked down at the battle situation below.

The Nanhong Sect has many people, but the individual combat strength is weak. The Beihong Sect is brave and good at fighting, but the number of people suffers not advantage. Both sides have their own strengths and are not distinguished from the upper and lower levels. In the end, the two sides are injured. They kill one thousand enemies, eight hundred of them are injured, and there is no winner in the end. In the battlefield, you can often see the Beihong Sect disciples being surrounded by several people. After a moment, countless swords were scattered in their bodies, covered in blood, and fell to the ground in pain. It is also not difficult to see that the Nanhong Sect disciples were stripped off and barely in battle. The Beihong Sect disciples were chased everywhere like madmen, forcing them to have no way to heaven and no way to the ground. The melee was endless, and the blood flowed. More than a hundred people lying on the street, with blood gathered into small rivers and flowing into the sewers beside the road. The smell of blood filled the entire street, which was disgusting.

The dying struggle of the undead person, the painful howl of the broken limbs, and the sound of iron swords and swords in the battlefield melted into sounds from hell, like a strip shattering the heart of a person. That kind of shock is not something that ordinary people can bear. Xie Wendong is a human being, and he is also not feeling well. Looking at the injured disciples of the North and South Hongmen who are moaning everywhere, he has the urge to vomit, but he still resists it. When you fight for something, when the war inevitably breaks out, you must first learn to bear something.

In an hour, it seemed like a century had passed for all those involved in the fight between the two sides. Xiang Wentian and Xie Wendong ordered almost the same time to retreat. No one was willing to stay in the hellish street for an extra second. Zhou Ting was hit by at least three large holes deep within the bones. A white face was covered with a thick layer of blood dirt, which was the result of blood coagulation. He grinned with difficulty, his face cloth muscles twitched, and the dry blood residue on his face fell and shouted loudly: "Retreat!" As he shouted, the Nanhongmen quickly recycled like a tide retreat. Even if the Beihongmen had the heart to pursue, there was no power to pursue. From the three eyes to the east, to the ordinary little brother, there was no one who was not in the body, especially the three eyes, with a hole in his stomach, and blood was dripping. If it weren't for blocking it with his hands, the intestines would have flowed out.

The two sides retreated, and the corpses left in the field and those who had not completely become corpses or were about to become corpses were no less than 300. Shortly after Nanhongmen retreated, they sent a team of cars and dozens of people to clean up the mess. When the people from Beihongmen saw each other, their eyes turned red, and they picked up the swords that had not even arrived and were about to wipe them dry quickly, ready to go forward. Xie Wendong on the second floor saw this and sighed, and said to Jiang Sen behind him: "Fallen leaves will return to their roots after all. Moreover, we do not have the energy to help Nanhongmen handle the funeral."

Jiang Sen understood Xie Wendong's meaning, hurried downstairs, stabilized his side, and asked the people from Nanhongmen to clean up the battlefield. Nanhongmen thanked him, began to pick up the bodies, carried the seriously injured people into the car, and rushed to the hospital. The war only took an hour, but the ending cleaning took a whole night. Finally, after cleaning the blood from the street, the fish belly was white, and the fiery sun began to raise its head. When the sun shrouded the earth again, the evil of darkness would be covered forever.

The battle between the north and the south was unprecedentedly large, but it was covered up very well. No TV or newspaper reported this, but it could not be hidden from the ears of the gangsters. The speed of spreading news in the underworld was famous. The next day, everyone was talking about only one topic, who won the north and the south. Some people said that it was the south. After all, Xiang Wentian had lived in the top for so many years, and his strength was obvious to all; more people thought that Xie Wendong won, at least he did not lose, because he was still alive and was in the top, so he lived quite well.

At this time, even if the North and South Hongmen did not hurt their muscles and bones, they would have damaged their vitality. Both sides needed time to regulate their health and reserve their energy. But at this time, Xie Wendong was ready to launch his offensive. Without anyone, including Xiang Wentian, he launched a blitzkrieg at the wrong time and in the wrong place. Xie Wendong had thought about it carefully. He believed that only at this moment, Nan Hongmen's defense was the most relaxed and weakest.

It took him three days to organize the elite inside the door, and finally picked out more than 200 strong men without any injuries, divided the men into several teams, and sneaked into the harbor hotel. At the same time, he and Bo Zhanhui also contacted him. When the old fox heard that he was going to attack the casino in the harbor, he suddenly felt energetic. Without Xie Wendong's words, he took the initiative to ask himself to do his best to "help". This time he did what he said, and he used all his strength to take action, appeared in a low posture, and followed Xie Wendong's lead and listened to his arrangements.

In July, early in July, the weather was already very hot. During the day, most people hid in the house to blow the cold wind or take a bath in order to drive the hot and poisonous sun. Xiao Fang also liked this, but he had to go out and go to the Harbour Hotel. Because today is the day when the bank comes to press money, and no one can open the door of the casino vault without him. The bank will send people to the Harbour Hotel every three days. Although he doesn't understand why an ordinary hotel has so much money to escort, he dare not ask too much. He knows that the backer behind him is Xiang, who is willing to care about the nostalgic business? At the end of the month, the north and south

Xiao Fang also participated in the battle, and was injured. It was not very serious, but his arm was stabbed two inches deep and reached the bones. Fortunately, he was young and strong, especially since he met Xie Wendong, he seemed to have gotten used to being injured. In just two days, he could go out for a walk with a suspender on his arm. Today, Xiao Fang was not in a good mood. In the morning, he had just attended a brother's funeral. This man was sixteen times in the battle between the north and south, and was sent to the hospital for more than fifty needles and lost 1,500 blood, but he still couldn't be rescued. Xiao Fang was dressed in white, holding white flowers on his chest, and sat in the car without saying a word.

When I arrived at the Harbour Hotel, the business today was surprisingly good, with people coming and going, and people were busy, and people were in and out from time to time. Xiao Fang felt abnormal. When he asked, he realized that Bo Zhanhui had arrived, and he brought hundreds of people, and also brought millions of funds. It seemed that he was preparing to gamble. After hearing this, Xiao Fang burst into laughter and mocked: "Farmers are farmers, only a few million. As for such a big show!" He didn't think so, but the person below said worriedly: "Brother Xiao, we just fought with Beihongmen, and there were many casualties and shortages of manpower. Isn't Bo Zhanhui coming to the Harbour at this time? Isn't it a ill-behaved person?!"

Xiao Fang smiled proudly and said contemptuously: "Just him? Humph! Give him a hundred courage and dare not act wild in our place!" "But, I heard that Bo Zhanhui has been very close to Beihongmen recently!" "So what? It's just smooth!" Xiao Fang said coldly: "When we started a war with Xie Wendong, did Bo Zhanhui send someone to support him? Getting closer only means that he doesn't want to offend both sides. A typical double-faced approach is not necessary." He was confident. He entered the casino and opened the door and saw that it was OK, everyone was tightly pressed down. At least ten air conditioners in the casino were running at the same time, but the heat wave was still coming towards him. Xiao Fang frowned slightly and asked his younger brother, "Where is Bo Zhanhui?"

The little brother reached out and pointed to the crowd that gathered the most crowded people and said, "Here, it's there!" Xiao Fang nodded, smiled, and walked slowly over. When he saw the King Xiao of Nanhongmen who was present, he didn't need to speak, the people around him gave way and dodged a passage. Bo Zhanhui seemed to have not seen him, and his attention was focused on the cards in his hand. Perhaps he was too nervous. The playing cards were caught and deformed. His subordinates around him were shouting, "Haven's feet" and shouting, it was so lively. Xiao Fang rolled his eyes, walked forward, stood next to him, and asked softly: "Brother Bo, how many bets have you made in this game?" Bo Zhanhui replied casually: "It's fifty thousand!" "Ah!" Xiao Fang nodded and said seriously: "It's so much!"

Bo Zhanhui finally spread out all the three wrinkled playing cards in his hand. After seeing them clearly, he suddenly felt like a ball that was breathless. He threw the cards on the table in anger, and said, "I've been lucky today and lost again." He watched as the 50,000 yuan chips in front of him were taken away, gasping for breath.

Xiao Fang disliked people like Bo Zhanhui, so he winked at the dealer, meaning that he would lose as much as he could. Nine out of ten gambling was cheated, and this is true. The winners and losses of the people around the gambling table were all controlled by the dealer. The chips were taken away and the waiter started a new round of dealing cards. Bo Zhanhui noticed Xiao Fang beside him, and was stunned and hurriedly said, "Oh, Brother Xiao, when did you come?" Xiao Fang laughed and said, "I just arrived. I heard that Brother Bo is here and I came here, so I came here."

Bo Zhanhui's old face turned red and said embarrassedly: "What are you here to visit? I'm just here to join in the fun and try your luck." Xiao Fang asked knowingly: "How about Brother Bo's luck?" Bo Zhanhui sighed and said: "I have lost eight times in a row, evil!" Xiao Fang comforted: "It's okay, I won and lost first and lost, it's common!" As he said, he turned around and wanted to leave. Although the bankers had not come yet, he was unwilling to waste time on him. But he walked a few steps and heard Bo Zhanhui shout at the top of his lungs: "I'll bet a million for this fight!"

Oh? Xiao Fang was stunned, turned around, walked back, and watched quietly. If Bo Zhanhui could throw out a million, he would definitely be a good card. It was indeed a good card. Three K cards were more than him, and the chances of being one in ten thousand were not even one in ten thousand. So, this Bo Zhanhui was very depressed. Except for the two companies that continued to follow, others deducted cards and withdrew. Bo Zhanhui threw out another million, and the other two companies continued to follow. After a few rounds, the more than four million in front of Bo Zhanhui was thrown in, but in addition
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