The Chinese community in Vancouver, centered around Chinatown, was once synonymous with filth and chaos and was considered a slum by locals. However, it has improved in recent decades.
For example, the community where Cao's house is located has good environmental sanitation, similar to the place where Anna lived before moving to a new home, a single-family villa with a front and backyard.
Yang Chen took a taxi and found a place. After paying and getting off the car, he felt something was wrong. There were a dozen fierce Chinese tough men walking back and forth around the villa. There were about a dozen cars parked on the avenue in front of the villa courtyard, and there were people in the cars.
, some people were smoking while leaning on the car or whispering to their companions.
Everyone looked solemn.
It seems like something big is going to happen.
Yang Chen was puzzled and walked towards the villa quietly, attracting the attention of several burly men who quickly moved to block his way. Fortunately, the people in a Volvo car on the side of the boulevard recognized Yang Chen, pressed down the window and waved.
Shout: "Xiao Yang, come to me."
The person who shouted was none other than Wang Li, one of the Five Tigers in the big circle, nicknamed Lao Hei. Yesterday, he had a great time drinking with Yang Chen at the wine table, and he had a very good impression of Yang Chen.
The man blocking Yang Chen quickly got out of the way. Yang Chen quickly walked to the car, looked at the villa, frowned and asked, "Uncle Wang, is it an unlucky thing that I came here today?"
Lao Hei nodded and said, "It's really no coincidence."
The door of the villa opened, and Cao Zhenhua came out with a group of brothers. Lao Hei didn't continue nagging Yang Chen, quickly opened the door and got out of the car, and went up to him.
At this time, the doors of more than a dozen cars banged, and tough men of forty or fifty got out. Yang Chen could see that these big guys all had guys strapped to their waists.
Is there a fight?
This thought immediately flashed through Yang Chen's mind, and then he felt that something was not right. Even if there was a fight, there was no need for the boss to personally take part in the danger.
While Wang Li hurriedly greeted Cao Zhenhua, he asked: "Brother, I have brought more than forty brothers, all of them to take care of things. Is that enough?"
"It's not like we are going to fight, so many brothers are enough. Besides, the Vietnamese have long been frightened by our large circle. If our brothers don't lead anyone, they won't have the guts to touch even a hair of our hair." Cao Zhenhua said domineeringly, vaguely recalling his youth.
The iron-blooded demeanor of charging into the battlefield, the veterans who have survived the hail of bullets, are just different.
Wang Lishen nodded in agreement.
The prestige of Daquan today is largely based on its fierce record of defeating Vietnamese gangs for more than ten years.
When Yang Chen saw Cao Zhenhua coming out, he went to greet him and said, "I was planning to come and say goodbye to Uncle Cao, but it seems it's an unlucky time for me to come today."
When Cao Zhenhua learned that Yang Chen was leaving, he was not happy. He scolded him in an elder's tone, and wanted to persuade Yang Chen to stay. He liked this kid from the bottom of his heart, and he wanted to have a good chat with him when he was free one day.
Yang Chen did not immediately decide whether to stay, so he changed the subject tactfully and asked Cao Zhenhua what he was doing. Cao Zhenhua said that he was going to negotiate with some big guys in Vietnam.
negotiation.
Yang Chen became interested immediately and said he wanted to take a look without making any secrets.
Cao Zhenhua readily agreed and asked Yang Chen to ride in the same car with him. Nearly fifty men with an imposing manner got into more than a dozen cars, and the long convoy roared away.
On the way, Cao Zhenhua told Yang Chen the whole story. It turned out that a wealthy Chinese businessman and a Chinese student were shot dead, and the Vietnamese killer disappeared. It would be difficult for the police to solve the case for a while.
However, based on experience, the Taoist priests basically concluded that this was another tragedy committed by Vietnamese gangs. In the past ten years since they were suppressed by the big circle, Chinese students and wealthy Chinese businessmen have been shot multiple times, and tragedies have been staged every year. This is
Another form of counterattack by the Vietnamese gang.
When the big circle does not enter Canada.
The Chinese were bullied, and even Chinatown was occupied by Vietnamese gangs.
Once upon a time, Vietnamese people were so prosperous in Vancouver and Toronto.
The big circle has landed in North America, beaten the Vietnamese gang everywhere, lost all glory, and been suppressed for so many years. How can it be reconciled?
Moreover, the wealthy Chinese businessman who was shot was a close friend of Cao Zhenhua. This is why the big boss personally took action to seek justice.
Yang Chen had fought against the Vietnamese many times and had no favorable impression of the Vietnamese. Vietnam, a small country in Southeast Asia, has always had strong folk customs and a strong fighting spirit. He said quietly: "The Vietnamese and the little Japanese have the same character. If you don't hurt them, they will never grow up."
Remember xing."
Cao Zhenhua, who had participated in the Southern Xinjiang Campaign, nodded and agreed. The self-defense counterattack thirty years ago was extremely brutal. After that, sporadic fighting, mutual shelling, infiltration and destruction continued for nearly ten years.
Countless hot-blooded men of the Republic were buried in foreign lands. The development of industry and agriculture in Vietnam was stagnated, young and middle-aged people almost died, and the ratio of men to women was seriously imbalanced. It will not be possible for at least fifty years to stand up.
Cao Zhenhua always believed that this battle was worth fighting.
Even if he died back then, he felt that he deserved his death.
The motorcade sped out of the Chinese-inhabited area and headed straight for the suburbs. In February and March, the outskirts of Vancouver showed the breath of spring everywhere, with red crocuses and daffodils blooming, and buds sprouting from the grass. The scenery was pleasant.
Probably no one except Yang Chen cared about these scenery. After leaving the city, the convoy drove for another half an hour and arrived at a farm. The once arrogant Vietnamese could only occupy this farm on the outskirts and control some shady businesses on the outskirts of the city.
They are about to be completely driven out of this city by the big circle.
They can only vent their dissatisfaction by bullying Chinese students and Chinese businessmen.
However, thanks to the protection of the Hells Angels, the Vietnamese gang is still strong in Toronto.
Whether it is the Vietnamese gang or the big circle, Eamon Rand will not sit back and let any side completely defeat the opponent. Whoever is weak will be supported by him. With such checks and balances, it is difficult for any of the two foreign gangs to accumulate the strength to challenge the Hells Angels.
A winding river crosses the farm, and a four-story country villa stands beside the river. It is simple and mottled. In some years, there were more than a dozen cars parked in front of the villa.
From a distance, nothing seems out of the ordinary.
The motorcade drove into the farm and approached the villa. Yang Chen raised his eyes and scanned every window of the villa, and smiled coldly. As expected, there were black muzzles behind every window.
More than a dozen cars on the Daquan side stopped in front of the villa, creating a wave of arrogance. Immediately, dozens of people got out of the car arrogantly, many of them holding guns in their hands and acting unscrupulously.
In Canada, like the United States, private ownership of firearms is legal.
Even teenagers over the age of twelve can possess rifles or shotguns if accompanied by a guardian, which is unimaginable for people in countries that ban guns.
Yang Chen got off the bus with Cao Zhenhua. At the same time, the two main doors of the villa opened, and a group of Vietnamese poured out. Under the guise of welcoming Boss Cao, they confronted the big circle boy.
Cao Zhenhua smiled contemptuously and walked into the villa with Yang Chen, Wang Li, and seven or eight personal bodyguards, while the others waited outside.
Boss Cao doesn't worry about his own safety at all. If the Vietnamese monkey dares to touch him, he will suffer disaster.
A group of people walked through the main entrance of the villa and entered the gorgeous and simple European-style conference room, which was large enough to hold a small cocktail party. At this time, Vietnamese gang members in their 50s and 60s gathered behind several bosses with murderous intent, glaring at Cao Zhenhua, Yang Chen, and Wang Li.
