Changle Gang Headquarters.

Ma Jun looked coldly at the four old men, whose combined age was over three hundred years old, snorted coldly, and asked Fang Zheng and other members of the anti-gangster group to march away behind dozens of core members of the Changle Gang.

"Asshole, Xiao Xiao, this street troublemaker, didn't tell me to be more honest and avoid going to restaurants these days, especially since restaurants in the Tsim Sha Tsui area charge protection fees, so why did he knock down the iron plate?"

Watching Ma Jun leave, the former speaker of the Changle Gang, my grandpa, who had been retired for more than ten years and had to be helped to walk, banged the floor with the walking stick in his hand and cursed.

"It's okay for him to be unlucky alone, but the key is that the entire club is implicated." Zhu Ye, the elder of the Changle Gang, who was not much younger than my grandpa, said with a sad face,

"Dozens of us have been arrested right now, and there are even more people arrested outside. With so many people, the bail alone is worth millions, not counting the damage to the place. The loudspeaker is causing us harm.

, Lei Weidong is really too cruel."

"Just be content with what you're doing. Because we're old, we're worried about the dangers of going in. Otherwise, all of us will have to go in and have to squat for at least one night before we can come out."

The youngest of the four, an old man, said, "Soldiers are soldiers, and thieves are thieves. Since ancient times, we, thieves, have always had ways to deal with small soldiers. We just need to spend some money to smoothen the relationship.

For police bosses like Lei Weidong, we can only do what he wants, otherwise..."

"Sell the trumpet. He is the double bonus of our club. If we sell him, how will people outside see us?" Zhu Laoqi shook his head and expressed his disagreement.

"Now it's not a matter of face, but a matter of survival. If Lei Weidong keeps an eye on him, the society will be disbanded sooner or later. Don't forget that he is already the division commander in his twenties.

If we take the position of regional commander in a few years, we will still have a way of survival."

"Grandpa, can you stop arguing and take us to the hospital?"

"That's right, Grandpa, my face has turned into a pig's head. I need to see a doctor right away."

"It doesn't matter if you have a pig's head, my waist is almost broken."

"Grandpa..."

The bodyguards of Mr. Zhu and others were lying on the ground and wailing.

Ma Jun led the anti-gangster team to the Changle Gang to arrest people. Zhu Ye and others were convinced and wanted to save some face, so they sent their own bodyguards to compete with Ma Jun.

Ma Jun, whose hands were itchy after not being spanked for a day, readily accepted the offer.

So a few people set up a stage at the Changle Gang headquarters and competed under everyone's attention.

The results were also as expected.

Ma Jun only received a few punches and his mouth was slightly swollen. All the bodyguards including Master Zhu were lying on the ground unable to get up.

Fortunately, they have withdrawn from the front line and are dedicated to protecting the safety of Mr. Zhu and other grandpas. Otherwise, even if he was lying on the ground, Fang Zheng and other members of the anti-gang team would carry him to the police station.

"Go, take them to the hospital, don't bother me here."

Ma Jun only caught core gangsters, like those peripheral gangsters who did odd jobs. Ma Jun was too lazy to catch them. So after he left, there were only a dozen or so people left in the Changle Gang headquarters besides the unlucky ones on the ground, but they were all of the same age.

Weak and disabled soldiers in their forties and fifties,

If you can't fight these people, you can still send them to the hospital.

"If you lose, you won't lose. Our Changle Gang admits defeat today, but we can't lose face. If anyone wants to tell the results of the competition, be careful of my guy." Zhu Ye reminded.

When the police come to the club to arrest people, it is normal practice for everyone to raise their hands and surrender, and other clubs will not say anything. But if seven or eight people lose to the police in a martial arts competition, it will be a huge loss of face.

"Third brother, it's not a matter of face now. Please tell me what we should do, should we..." the former gang leader said.

"What else can we do? If it's already rotten, let it rot until the end. In the face of Lei Weidong and Hong Xing, we gave in. It's not shameful for our Changle Gang to give in. Let's have people sort out the crimes of the horn and send them to the police. Even if they can't be sentenced No time limit, but also a sentence of more than ten or twenty years.

However, Xiaoxiao has treated us so badly. Even if he is sent to prison, we cannot spare him. We send people to prison to enforce family law." If you can't offend Lei Weidong, you can't cure Xiaoxiao.

Thinking that this guy relied on his ability to fight, and even he, a veteran, didn't care about him, Master Zhu added insult to injury and wanted to make him look good.

"Just do what the third brother said." Seeing everyone nodding in agreement, wanting to teach Xiao Xiao a lesson, the former gang leader nodded in agreement.

………………

A karaoke parlor in Ciyunshan.

The little stammering brother, Brother Feihong from Ciyun Mountain, was having a drink with some bosses, pouring wine into his mouth and talking.

"Old Wang, I, Feihong, won the second place in Ciyun Mountain but no one recognized the first place. Leave your several positions to me, and there will be absolutely no problem..."

"Brother Feihong, as long as you say this, I will trouble you about Ciyun Mountain from now on." Lao Wang, who was drinking with Feihong, smiled and pushed a check over.

"A little trifle is no sign of respect."

"Haha, it's so refreshing." After looking at the amount on the check - fifty thousand yuan, Feihong laughed so hard that he couldn't even close his eyes.

Even though Feihong is very prestigious in Tsz Wan Shan, Tsz Wan Shan is notoriously poor. Not to mention the younger brothers who are hanging around below, even Fei Hung himself is living a tight life. He is still living in a housing estate. Because the housing in the community is too expensive, I can't afford it.

"Who is Feihong?"

When the atmosphere was getting heated, Guo Haihua led a few policemen and broke in.

"I'm just, sir, what are you doing to me? It's not against the law to drink." Feihong, who was drunk, stood up, looked at Guo Haihua and others, and breathed out the alcohol.

"Tsim Sha Tsui Guo Haihua." Guo Haihua flashed his ID in Feihong's eyes and said: "Whether it is illegal or not is not your decision, nor is it mine. Come with me and tell the judge if you have anything to say."

"This is Wong Tai Sin District. Why do you Tsim Sha Tsui police arrest people here? Let go, let go quickly. If you don't let go, I will call a lawyer to sue you."

The drunken Feihong got into a fight with the police.

"Tsim Sha Tsui and Wong Tai Sin both belong to the West Kowloon Police District. Coordination is an internal matter within our police force. We don't need you, a gangster, to worry about it." Guo Haihua didn't talk nonsense. With a wave of his hand, two military uniforms came forward and took the drunken Fei Hung away. Already.

"Sir, I'm here to drink. I don't have a close relationship with Feihong, so don't arrest me." Seeing Guo Haihua's eyes glancing at him, Boss Wang quickly expressed his innocence.

"Close the team!" Seeing Boss Wang's groveling look, Guo Haihua shook his head and forced the seven or eight members of the Changle Gang to leave the karaoke OK.

"Brother, are you there? If you are, come out." Shortly after Guo Haihua and others left, Little Stutter rushed into the karaoke OK, only to find that no one knew anyone inside, and none of the brothers from the Changle Gang were there.

"Little Stutter, your brother was arrested by the police." Feihong and Little Stutter are both regulars at karaoke, and many people know them. A bartender with dyed yellow hair said.

"My brother was taken away by the police. Which police station was he in? What crime did he commit?" Regarding his brother being taken away by the police, the expression on Little Stutter's face was very natural.

This is not because the relationship between the brother and sister is not good, but because her brother has entered the police station so many times that the detention room has almost become his second home. If the matter is not serious, he can stay there for a day and be released on bail the next day.

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"It seems to be from Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station." The bartender couldn't help but glance at the little stutterer a few more times.

Many people were looking at Little Stutter with envy. This girl was as beautiful as a movie star. If Feihong hadn't been so keen on her, she would have been chosen by others long ago.

"We are Wong Tai Sin, what are we doing in Tsim Sha Tsui?" The little stutterer stamped his feet, looked back at Lei Weidong and said, "My brother is not here, why don't you let me go and talk to him when he comes out tomorrow."

"No." Lei Weidong shook his head, "Opening your handcuffs is already an act of mercy outside the law. How can I let you go without meeting your parents?"

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Little Stutter looked around with a depressed expression and found that there were no brothers from the Changle Gang, and those bastards were all dead.

In the past, people were following behind me to take advantage, and they couldn't get rid of them. Today, they are all gone. As long as one of them is around, I can divert trouble and get rid of Lei Weidong.

"Go to the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station." Lei Weidong took out his ID, calmed down the gangster who wanted to get close to him, and walked away with the little stammer.

"Director!"

Seeing Lei Weidong walk into the police station, the police officers on duty greeted him one after another.

"Is Ma Jun here?" Lei Weidong nodded and asked.

"Here," a uniformed police officer replied, "Many people from the Changle Gang were arrested today, and Inspector Ma is interrogating them."

"Ask if there is a man named Feihong. If so, bring him to my office." Lei Weidong ordered and came to his office with a little stutter.

"You...you are the director, the boss of Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station." Looking at the sign on Lei Weidong's desk, he couldn't even speak. What kind of luck did he have to steal a car and steal a police officer?

Not to mention the boss, it still belongs to the boss of the police force.

Little Stutter wasn't very familiar with Lei Weidong, but his elder brother had warned him not to go to Yau Tsim District to commit crimes. The police there refused to recognize their relatives and would beat the gang to death.

"I know I'm scared." Looking at the nervous look on Little Stutter's face, Lei Wei smiled and pointed to the water dispenser beside him, and said, "Pour me a glass of water. If you have a better attitude, I will forgive you, otherwise I will send you to a reformatory.

No."

"Okay, okay!" Little Stutter nodded like a chicken eating rice, picked up the cup on the desk, and quickly ran to the water dispenser to get a cup of hot water for Lei Weidong.

"Also, take off all the paint and decorations on your face. What are teenagers dressing up to do? Are you so majestic?" Lei Weidong shouted, pointing at the decorations on the little stutterer's face.

"Understood, I'll go right away." Knowing that the other party was the boss of the police station, Little Stutter didn't dare to have the idea of ​​​​escape. He lowered his head and agreed, opened the door and ran out.

When he first came in, Little Stutter saw the problem with the toilet, went out and ran over.

"You are Feihong!"

In the detention room of the police station, Ma Jun saw Feihong squatting in the corner.

"Yes, sir, what do you want from me?"

All he drank at the karaoke bar was beer. He went to the toilet twice at the police station and drank some cold water. Feihong had sobered up. At this time, he was very complimentary to Ma Jun, and he was not at all like when facing Guo Haihua.

of arrogance.

"Ajie, take him to the director's office. The director wants to see him." Song Zijie was helping someone record a statement when Ma Jun called him over.

"YES, SIR!" Song Zijie saluted and walked towards the director's office with Feihong in handcuffs.

"Sir, can you please take off this thing? I didn't commit any crime. I was all implicated by the loudspeaker. I squatted for one night and then went out. You don't have to worry about me running away."

On the way, Feihong motioned to the handcuffs on his wrists and begged.
To be continued...