The old man sitting on the couch has a shiny bald head, Xiangyunsha's double-breasted jacket, Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrists, and his eyes are bright and vivid, shining brightly. It is the storm figure who was rampant in Shanghai back then, Li Yaoting, the leader of the Qing Gang,

The old brothers are nearly 70 years old and meet again in a foreign land. They are filled with mixed feelings and can't express their feelings. They can only look at each other and punch each other on their shoulders.

"How did you get to this level?" Chen Zikun asked. It is said that Li Yaoting came to Hong Kong with his subordinates and money. He had to be a glamorous Justice of the Peace. How could he get to Kowloon City and become a gangster? This level is much lower.

"It's hard to describe it." Li Yaoting sighed, "Don't talk about these things for now, I'll take you to see your sister-in-law."

Yao Yilei and her mother really live in Jiulong City Village. This is a house with better conditions in the city. With windows facing outward, you can enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. You should know that 90% of the houses in the city village are not ventilated, and the lights must be turned on during the day. Being able to live in such a house belongs to the powerful class in the city village.

When Chen Zikun arrived at the door, Yao Yilei was feeding medicine to her mother on the sickbed. Her mother-in-law was in her 90s. She was lying in bed in her twilight years, boiling Chinese medicine on the stove, and the house was barely covered in the house, the size of a pigeon cage, and there was nothing valuable. I didn't expect that my wife would live such a difficult life in Hong Kong.

Yao Yilei fed her mother medicine, wiped her face, and turned around after finishing her work. She saw Chen Zikun at the door, with a copper basin in her hand falling to the ground and water sprinkled all over the floor.

She couldn't believe her eyes, but Chen Zikun was indeed standing in front of her.

"Why are you here?" Yao Yilei, with gray hair, cried like a child." They said that you were criticized and fought to death, but I didn't believe it, and I knew you wouldn't die."

He laughed while crying, looking at Chen Zikun's back: "Where is Yan'er."

"Yan'er couldn't come together." Chen Zikun replied with difficulty.

Yao Yilei suddenly became anxious: "You are out and keeping your daughter in such a dangerous place. Isn't this killing her?"

Of course, Yao Yilei is a sensible person. She knew that her husband would never take her daughter out for no reason. Now is not the time to talk about those things. She ran to the bed and said, "Mom, Zikun is here."

Mrs. Yao was very ill, but when she heard her son-in-law's name, her eyes opened: "Zikun, where is Zikun?"

Chen Zikun hurried forward: "My mother-in-law, I'm here."

Mrs. Yao burst into tears: "Zikun, you are here, we have lived a hard life."

Chen Zikun was also sad: "I'm late, I should have come out long ago."

Li Yaoting advised: "Don't be sad when your family reunites. Find a place to celebrate. You have not settled. If you don't dislike me, live here first."

Chen Zikun said: "I am not alone, I have brought dozens of people."

Li Yaoting smiled bitterly and said, "I'll try to find a way."

Suddenly, a shirtless man came up and cursed: "I'm going to push you to your lungs, but I don't know if I have leaked."

It turned out to be a resident downstairs. The Kowloon Village was simple and the upstairs were not soundproofed. The water leaked through the gaps on the floor, annoying the neighbors. Li Yaoting said, "Aqiang, give me some face."

"Face is earned by oneself, not given by others. Fuck your mother, an opium." This neighbor is obviously the No. 1 figure in Kowloon City, and does not take Li Yaoting seriously.

"Be cleaner." Chen Zikun advised him. He was too tall and gave people a sense of pressure in the narrow space. The outline of the gun handle was faintly revealed around his waist. The other party looked at him with a little fear and cursed.

"Yaoting, you're not doing well. All the cats and dogs ride on your head and shit." Chen Zikun said,

Li Yaoting said: "The Jiulong City Village is mixed with fish and dragons. I am just doing some opium business. These horsemen are also descendants of the brothers brought from Shanghai back then. There is no way. The strong dragon does not suppress the local snake. The Qing Gang cannot make a living on the territory of Hongmen. Not to mention me, even Du Yuesheng is still doing a mess."

Chen Zikun said: "You are old."

Li Yaoting said: "Time is not forgiving people. I am old and can't move on to the world."

Chen Zikun said: "I have been on Nanshan for many years, and my whole body of kung fu is almost gone, but it seems that I can't convince myself."

No matter what, reunion is always gratifying. Li Yaoting paid for it and booked several rooms in a hotel near Kowloon Village. He sent someone to pick up the people who stayed in the Regent Hotel. Everyone gathered together and drank happily.

After three rounds of drinking, several old men mentioned the future development. Li Yaoting said: "I have an opium business. If you don't dislike it, come and help me. Let's take root in Jiulong City and develop slowly."

Chen Zikun said: "I don't even have a place to live, so I'm going to develop a ghost."

Li Yaoting said: "I thought about it, I can add more buildings. I can find a few workers and I can get a row of houses overnight."

Chen Zikun said: "I can't live in the pigeon building like Jiulong Village. My brothers are dragons and tigers, and I can't sleep around everywhere. I want to live in a garden villa and a villa with sea view."

Li Yaoting said: "Da Kunzi, you are going to be a god. Apart from two guns, you are the gang of coffins that have been buried in the soil. Why are you?"

Chen Zikun said: "It's because I'm about to get into the ground, so what else can't be let go? I'll be glorious all my life. Old Lin doesn't want to betray others, otherwise he wouldn't have risked his head to go abroad. Brothers, don't you do it."

"Damn it." Gai Longquan slapped the table and stood up.

"I'll fight, I don't want this old bone." Chen Shou also stood up,

Yan Su, Zeng Jiao, the Three Kings Liu and others also expressed their willingness to take a try.

Chen Zikun said: "I took a quick look. Hong Kong is similar to Shanghai in the past. There is gold everywhere. It depends on whether you have the courage to take it. Police **, the gangsters are rampant, and social turmoil is a great opportunity for us to show our strength again. Of course, we are old, try to avoid fighting and killing. Now we are comparing this." He pointed to his head.

"Recruiting soldiers is the first step. I heard that there are many people who escaped from the mainland in Hong Kong. These people are pawns crossing the river. There is no way out. Just like us, if you want to live a good life and not be bullied, there is only one word. If you try to organize these people, I don't believe that you can't beat the local triad."

Li Yaoting was also excited by his words and said, "I still have some connections, so I can help you connect. In fact, you are right, we just lack a leader."

Chen Zikun said: "I'm here and I'm missing nothing."

...

The conditions in Jiulong City were too poor. Chen Zikun was unwilling to let everyone move in, so he only regarded it as the last refuge. Everyone still lived in the Lijing Hotel and booked the entire floor. Yao Yilei and her mother-in-law were also taken over. After a long talk, he realized that his house was occupied by the Inspector Han Sen. Yao Yilei went to sue but was cheated of all his money by a black-hearted lawyer. In addition, his old mother was seriously ill and had no choice but to move into Jiulong City.

"Han Sen, you have to pay the price." Chen Zikun wrote down this name, but it is not advisable to touch a character at the Inspector level.

Chen Zikun found a great restaurant, Datoucheng, and asked him straight to the point, what business can be done nearby,

Big Toucheng was a little uneasy. The underworld dominated the territory. Flying across the boundaries is to cause a fight in the martial arts world. What does this gang of crossing the rivers mean?

Chen Zikun said: "Brother Cheng, don't get me wrong. I won't steal your business. Which company is your rival?"

Datoucheng understood and replied: "The biggest gang in Hong Kong is now the 14K, which is more popular than our New Yian. The most profitable nightclubs, casinos and dance halls in the Yau Tsim Mong area are all protected by them. They can make almost this number a year."

Extend a finger,

"Ten million."

"One hundred million."

Chen Zikun smiled: "No, it's a big deal."

...

Like New Yian, there are countless halls below. Every family has its own semi-fixed territory and business. Some specialize in flesh and flesh business, charge protection fees from grooms and prostitutes, some specialize in drug dealing, opium, heroin and other products from the Golden Triangle are sent to Hong Kong through their general distribution, some do gambling business, they serve as banks, and provide protection umbrellas for their colleagues. There are more gangster rules here, and basically they are the traditions left by the Hongmen back then.

Of course, the darkest one is the police. They have to kick them no matter what business they do.

If you want to let others do it with you, you must set an example. Chen Zikun borrowed a hair shaving gear. The old brothers lined up. He personally helped shaved his head, all of which were bald, and a layer of white hair was piled on the ground.

The clothes for fighting are newly bought, Chinese silk trousers and gowns, soft and loose, convenient for movement. The cuffs of snow-white Chinese shirts are turned out, and the black cloth shoes with a thousand-layer bottom are worn underneath. The weapons are no longer made of amateur watermelon knife, but are regular fire axes made from the British barracks. The steel mouth is good, and no matter how many heads are cut, it will not be curled.

Tsim Sha Tsui, Haole Nightclub, this is the venue of the 14K cover, and the boss behind it is Inspector Hua Han Sen,

Just after twelve o'clock at night, a car parked at the door of a nightclub, and a few bald people came down. The night wind blew, lifting up their clothes, the cold light flashed around their waists, and the air conditioning was thrust.

Chen Zikun, Gai Longquan, Chen Shou, Zeng Jiao, Wang Sanliu, five people lined up and walked towards the nightclub without hesitation.

Li Yaoting in the driver's seat held the steering wheel tightly, his heart was wafting. If he hadn't drained opium and emptied his body, he really wanted to go with them.

The five people arrived at the door of the nightclub and someone immediately stopped him: "What are you doing?"

"It's a smash." Chen Zikun knocked him down with a punch and went into the nightclub with a high punch.

The nightclub is dim, and the rich are intoxicated, and the sound of debauchery is endless. The red man and green woman are dancing in the dark.

A man who saw the venue came over to question it, but Chen Shou put a hatch over. The waitress passing by dropped the plate and screamed. Chen Zikun turned on the headlights.

The nightclub was brightly lit. Chen Shou and Gai Longquan turned around and lowered the roller shutter door, leaving only one meter high, and ordered the customers to leave quickly.

The customers fled one after another, leaving only five bald old men standing at the door. They slowly pulled out their axes and wrapped the handles and palms together with cotton yarn to prevent them from slipping when they hit.

The thugs holding the iron ruler slowly gathered from all over the place, and there were more than fifty people surrounding them. These people were all locals, born thin and fierce, full of murderous aura.

"Brothers, there are more enemies than us, what should I do?" Chen Zikun asked loudly,

"Kill." The four old guys roared in unison.

A bloody battle began, blood splattered everywhere, limbs flew everywhere, and in the sword light, what appeared before the old people were the scenes of the 10,000 criticisms, countless slogans, countless high hats, cold eyes of children and grandchildren, the roar of the masses, the criticism of the big-character posters, the mutual exposure against their will, how much resentment, how much grievance, how much depression, how many ambitions were unfulfilled, all at this moment with the splash of blood,

kill,

Half an hour later, there was no one standing in the nightclub. The fire axes made of high-quality steel were cut out of the gap, the handle of the axe slipped, and the five old men were covered in blood, as if they were crawling out of the sea of ​​blood in hell.
Chapter completed!