In the center of the living room, two sets of European-style sofas are placed around the coffee table. The three bosses of the Vietnam Gang are sitting facing the door. The lean middle-aged man in the middle is called Pan Xiong, the boss of the Vietnam Gang. He was the last eldest brother five years ago and was in his prime.
Hu Hai was shot and killed in the car by a gangster. Pan Xiong seized the opportunity and took control of the Vietnamese gang in one fell swoop.
If there is no big circle.
I'm afraid Pan Xiong is now just one of the thirteen leaders of the Vietnam Gang.
Not only is this guy not grateful to the Big Circle, but he hates the Big Circle to the core. Precisely because the Big Circle has severely suppressed the Vietnamese Gang in recent years, he has become the most useless eldest brother of the Vietnamese Gang. For a gangster with great ambitions, he has to shoulder a heavy burden.
The word "coward" is more uncomfortable than being slapped in the face by a gangster in public.
How can Pan Xiong not hate the big circle?
To the right of Pan Xiong sat his cousin Pan Hu. He was tall and round, with a sinister face. He looked like a ruthless and life-threatening man. Without this cousin, it would have been difficult for Pan Hu to rise to the top.
To the left of Pan Hu sits a gloomy man with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks and a gutter nose. This man is nicknamed Monkey. He is one of the Thirteen Leaders and is Pan Hu's think tank.
Behind the three people is a group of fierce-looking younger brothers.
Going deep into the tiger's den, Cao Zhenhua was fearless and did not need to be greeted by the Vietnamese. As if he was on his own territory, Da Ma Jin Dao sat opposite Pan Hu, leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette slowly, and made no secret of his hatred for the Vietnamese gang.
of contempt.
Pan Hu's men gritted their teeth and glared at Cao Zhenhua with extreme hatred. Pan Hu remained calm and the monkey glanced at Cao Zhenhua expressionlessly, then looked at the few people who came in with Cao Zhenhua, and finally frowned at Yang Chen who was standing side by side with Wang Li.
He seemed to be wondering when the big circle had such a new face.
Intuition told Monkey that this young man was unusual. After years of fighting and killing, he could smell a dangerous aura from the other person that would keep strangers away.
The monkey couldn't help but wonder about Yang Chen's identity.
Yang Chen felt the monkey sizing him up and looked back lightly.
"Pan Xiong, have you gone too far this time?" Cao Zhenhua stared at Pan Xiong coldly, flicked off the cigarette ashes, and continued: "I won't say any more nonsense. Hand over the murderer. You Vietnamese gang will get out of Vancouver completely, or you will destroy the Toronto Sega
Give up the territory of Fort and North York districts."
Cao Zhenhua is aggressive.
Seeking justice for friends is not for the benefit of the big circle.
Yang Chen watched calmly. This Uncle Cao took the opportunity to strive for profit. He felt that it was normal. As the saying goes, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.
Pan Hu was furious, slammed the coffee table, and asked: "Why don't you go and grab it?"
Pan Xiong glared at Pan Hu. Pan Hu suppressed his anger and remained silent. Pan Xiong squeezed out a smile and said slowly: "I'm really sorry. I really don't know who killed Mr. Cao's friend. I can only express my sympathy and regret."
, The person who committed the murder has nothing to do with our Vietnamese gang. If Mr. Cao finds the killer and confirms that he is one of mine, I will give up whatever territory Mr. Cao wants."
When Yang Chen heard this, he narrowed his eyes, this Pan Xiong was a bit interesting.
Cao Zhenhua and Pan Xiong looked at each other, took a long breath of smoke, and his face suddenly became gloomy, saying: "Pan Xiong, you pushed so cleanly, do you think I have to beat you like a prisoner on trial?"
"Just fight, who is afraid of whom?!" Pan Hu was furious. He had had enough of the suppression and aggressiveness of the big circle, and he could no longer bear it.
Pan Xiong stopped blaming his cousin for talking too much. He sneered and said faintly: "It's not like we haven't fought before. If we want to fight, my brothers and I will accompany him to the end."
"Then there's nothing to talk about?" Cao Zhenhua gritted his teeth and asked.
"Whatever you think." Pan Xiong spread his hands indifferently. Even if he knew he couldn't fight in a big circle, he would never admit defeat in front of so many brothers.
"Damn, what are you looking at? I fucked your mother, or your sister?" Pan Hu raised his finger and pointed behind Cao Zhenhua. Cao Zhenhua, who was about to speak, subconsciously turned his head. It turned out that the person Pan Hu was pointing to was Yang Chen.
Yang Chen didn't do anything. He just thought that Pan Hu looked like an older brother on Xijing Road. He looked at him a few more times, but he didn't want to vent his anger on Pan Hu, who was unhappy and seemed to have taken the wrong medicine.
Pan Hu, who spoke viciously, did not realize at all that he had offended the evil star who should not have been offended, and even glared at Yang Chen in an arrogant manner, as if he was determined to defeat Yang Chen.
Maybe this guy really treats Yang Chen as a supporting role.
Pan Xiong also didn't think what his cousin did was a big deal. Let alone scolding a minor character, what would happen if he scolded Cao Zhenhua in public? The big deal would be a big deal.
Yang Chen was scolded by Pan Hu, and Cao Zhenhua couldn't live with it, but it would be inappropriate to start a fight now. After all, he was on the other side's territory and was in deep danger.
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.
What's more, Cao Zhenhua, the underworld tycoon.
At this point, there was nothing to talk about. He decided to put out his cigarette and leave first, and then teach the Vietnamese a lesson. Unexpectedly, Yang Chen took action first.
Everyone present, including Wang Li who was next to Yang Chen, did not react. The expressionless Yang Chen, like a ghost, had already walked around the sofa and appeared in front of Pan Hu.
Pan Hu was stunned and at a loss.
Yang Chen grinned ferociously, grabbed Pan Hu's neck, pulled it over, and pressed Pan Hu's big head hard on the coffee table. Pan Hu, who was big and round, struggled hurriedly, but to no avail. The strongman of the Vietnamese gang was as weak as a chicken at this moment.
Pan Xiong was startled, and involuntarily leaned towards the monkey on the other side, away from Yang Chen. The monkey also had a face full of surprise, claiming to be resourceful, but he did not expect this scene.
Cao Zhenhua was equally surprised.
I used to feel that this old comrade's son was not simple, but I didn't expect him to be so fierce.
Dozens of Vietnamese gang members were stunned for a few seconds, and then they rushed forward one after another. Some drew their guns, and some wanted to grab Yang Chen. The atmosphere was tense and ready to explode.
How could Yang Chen give these losers a chance to take action? While holding Pan Hu down, he reached out and pulled out the pistol that this guy carried with him. He flicked the hand holding the gun to the side and put the muzzle of the gun directly on Pan Xiong's head, defying everyone.
The members of the Vietnamese gang said indifferently: "Get away, otherwise I will use the bullets in this gun to kill your boss."
Domineering, awesome.
When Wang Li witnessed this scene, he fell to the ground in admiration.
Yang Chen, who showed his sharpness, suppressed the dark crowd. Countless guns were pointed at him, but no one dared to pull the trigger.
Thousands of enemy troops surrounded me, but I remained unmoved. Many people would say that only a few people could do this. The courage to remain calm despite the collapse of the mountain in front of me needs to be tempered over and over again.
Cao Zhenhua calmed down and stared at Yang Chen silently, showing a trace of confusion. Yang Chen's courage and momentum were like those of a veteran who had experienced many killings.
How many stories are hidden behind this child?
"Son of a bitch, you have the guts for me!" Pan Hu still said stubbornly.
Yang Chen curled his lips in disdain, pulled up the guy's head, and smashed it down hard. The solid wood coffee table collapsed, and Pan Hu's head was broken and bleeding, and he almost lost his breath.
"Do you know the consequences of doing this?" Pan Xiong asked Yang Chen angrily.
Bang!
Yang Chen fired.
The bullet grazed the top of Pan Xiong's head and flew diagonally into the floor.
Pan Xiong was frightened by the burning sensation on his scalp, wondering when there would be such a stupid young man in the world.
