"Miss Mo, are you okay?" After dealing with the other party, Tang Feng asked Mo Xiaoyang with a smile.
Mo Xiaoyang looked at this familiar and strange man and shook his head gently. Since leaving TW, the man named Tang Feng would appear in her mind from time to time. She really wanted to see the other person, not just
Because of her longing, what is more important is that she also wants to know whether her father died in the hands of the other party from time to time. If so, she would put aside this relationship and avenge her father.
"Miss Mo, it seems that this place has become a place of trouble. If you still stay here, you may encounter more trouble. As I said, you should close the teahouse temporarily and let the employees here go back
Rest for two days at home. As for you, let’s go to the headquarters of the Daquan Gang with us so that there will be no other trouble. I wonder what you are thinking?" Tang Feng said as he took out a box from his pocket.
The cigarette that had become a little wrinkled, pulled out one and held it in his mouth, and said carelessly.
Seeing this, Shi Guorong took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it. He was 120 admired Tang Feng's skills.
"This..." Mo Xiaoyang hesitated for a moment and continued, "Okay. I'll listen to you."
Tang Feng nodded and said, "You go and arrange it. When you make arrangements, we will leave."
Mo Xiaoyang turned around and walked out.
"It seems that she has really changed." Tang Feng sighed after her figure disappeared.
"Brother Zhao, do you know her?" Shi Guorong asked with a smile.
"That's right. She used to be very willful, but now she seems to have become much more sensible. It seems that society is really a good teacher, and can help people learn to grow." Tang Feng said lightly.
"It's all like this. No matter who it is, whether it's rich or poor, if you want to survive in this society, you must learn to adapt, otherwise you will have to be eliminated." Shi Guorong said.
While the two were talking, Mo Xiaoyang walked in from outside and told them that everything had been arranged. Then, the group left the teahouse and headed for the Daquan Gang.
At this time, Zhang Yunqing, who had fled Vancouver, had recruited nearly 400 soldiers who had just retired from the Vietnamese troops through various means. These people rushed to Canada to meet with Zhang Yunqing and others after traveling day and night.
Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night.
Tonight, the headquarters of the Daquan Gang seemed particularly busy, and a man with a Chinese appearance came in and out from here.
The residents in the residential area are no longer surprised by such scenes, just like the Vietnamese gang attacking the headquarters that night. Although the shocking shouts of killing scared them, they were not at all dangerous.
Of course, the premise is that you have to lock the door and hide at home, and don’t come out and sway.
Just as a man was riding a motorcycle and driving away from the building, the roar of the engine suddenly sounded in front of him, and the friction between the tires and the ground was heard continuously.
The man looked up and saw dazzling headlights shining towards him, and a hint of alertness rose in his heart.
He quickly turned the front of the car and drove back towards the headquarters.
The vehicles were galloping forward and backward. Some men coming out of the headquarters clearly felt something was wrong, and all stared at the lights of the headlights with sharp eyes.
"Enemy attack"
Finally, the shouts resounded over the community.
The convoy suddenly stopped, the car door opened, and a cold man holding a saber quickly emerged from the car.
While the wave of one of the short and ingenious men, the Vietnamese gang members, with no less than 300 people, rushed towards the building with a fierce murderous aura.
From beginning to end, no one has ever said a word.
Clam.
In the lobby under the building, the members of the big circle of gangs who came to hear the news collided with these Vietnamese gang members like a torrent.
In an instant, the shouts of killing sounded trembling, and blood splattered everywhere.
Looking up at the building in front of him that was not luxurious but was the headquarters of the Daquan Gang, Zhang Yunqing smiled coldly.
It can be said that the rise of the Daquan Gang has a great relationship with their negligence and carelessness, and they should bear unshirkable responsibilities.
Since you are wrong, you will find ways to make up for it and find ways to completely kill the other party. Isn’t today a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
Today, he must ask the Daquan Gang to make the man who doesn’t know his name pay a heavy price!
At this point, Shura has been on the move. Because of the injury last time, he has been resting for the past two days. Now, it’s good to find these people to see how they recover.
A gorgeous art of massacre was staged like this.
Faced with such slaughter, Zhang Yunqing's face became very ugly.
At this moment, a roar that caused the Vietnamese gang members on the street to be completely crazy suddenly sounded, "Kill him, the territory of the Daquan gang, and give you tens of millions of dollars."
Territory? Tens of millions of dollars?
The Vietnamese Gang members' hands were frozen for a moment, and they were killed by the killing god in the field, which made them more sure that they had heard it correctly. In an instant, greedy wolf lights appeared in their eyes.
Which one of the gangsters doesn't want to own a piece of territory? This is a symbol of power and status. The reward of tens of millions of dollars has even stimulated them.
This is Vancouver, and tens of millions of dollars can make them prosperous and prosperous in Vancouver for a lifetime, wives, lovers, villas, luxury cars.
If I had just said that I had fantasy of having power and glory, I was really within reach at this moment.
Although the saying "I have a brave man after a heavy reward" is old-fashioned, it is always so practical.
Sure enough, as the reward was launched, the Vietnamese gang members on the street stared at the figure in the field with red eyes like a wolf, and they became completely crazy.
They have completely ignored the corpses piled up on the streets and have forgotten whether they have the life to enjoy this glory and power. However, people have risk factors and even luck. Perhaps, Suman Street can become the beginning of the glorious starting point of their lives.
Maybe.
Who can predict fate?
Compared with the supreme glory of the future, the threat of death is simply insignificant.
"Ho huh huh"
The deafening roar began to echo over the streets. All the Vietnamese members holding the sword rushed towards the proud figure in the field without hesitation, with a violent murderous intent when they took action.
Looking at this situation, Shura's brow frowned slightly. Too many people needed him to slaughter, and too much blood needed to wash. At the same time, he understood more that brave men under heavy rewards often rely on a breath
As long as the opponent's aura is destroyed, they will be defeated faster than anyone else.