The first floor is similar to a bar, with all kinds of men and women rubbing shoulders one after another. It is noisy. On the small stage, plump girls in scantily clad clothes dance on poles to the rhythm of the music. They are full of charm and tease the lust of the male animals in the audience. Who can't hold it back?
Go up to the second floor from the secret door at the end and have fun with the resident lady.
In dark corners, some people take drugs, while others carefully sell ecstasy, fairy water, and even methamphetamine and heroin. This is the most profitable way for gangs.
Yang Chen stopped at the edge of the noisy hall, looked around, and calmly felt the chaotic and impetuous atmosphere. The waiter greeted him with a smile.
"Looking for Sangbiao." Tianlang didn't wait for the waiter to speak, and said his intention directly. The waiter was stunned for a moment, then stopped his smile and said, please wait a moment, turned around and walked into the crowd of people swaying to the sound, and walked around the central circle of the hall.
On the pole dance stage, go to the booth area inside and sit next to a circular sofa booth that can seat more than ten people.
In the booth, five or six fierce men were punching each other and drinking, unscrupulously. Next to each of them sat a sexy girl with heavy makeup. The waiter sat facing the crowd. The domineering man, wearing only a tight vest, exposing his muscular muscles and tattoos, bowed humbly and said:
"Brother Biao, someone is looking for you."
"Who?" Sangbiao asked impatiently, squinting at the waiter.
"I don't know him. His face is unfamiliar, and he doesn't look like an ordinary person." The waiter replied solemnly.
"Bring this person here." After Sangbiao ordered the waiter, he stroked his short, inch-long hair and wondered who would come here to find him. The men and women in the booth suddenly became quiet.
Not long after, the waiter came back and brought Yang Chen and others to the booth. The two parties looked at each other, and Sang Biao immediately realized that Yang Chen was unusual.
In Yang Chen's eyes, Sangbiao has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is strong and sturdy. He looks like a rough man, but his eyes are deep and gloomy. He is definitely not a reckless man with well-developed limbs and simple mind.
"What do you want from me?" Sang Biao asked Yang Chen coldly, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"It's something related to your future. Can you take a step to talk about it?" Yang Chen said with a half-smile but not a smile. The fierce eyes of the tough men in the booth were of no use to this guy.
"You are so pretentious, what qualifications do you, a mainland boy, have to talk to me?" Sang Biao slammed the big round table filled with drinks and stared at Yang Chen, alarming the people around him. People came from all over the bar, all of them were Sang Biao's younger brothers, or
It's the younger brother's younger brother who surrounded Yang Chen and his gang.
Long Wu, Long Jiu, and Tian Lang showed disdain on their faces. They seemed to be crowding around fifty or sixty people, more than half of whom had bodies like ribs. They dared to hang out here.
mob.
How can he get into the eyes of the Arctic Fox elite?
Yang Chen casually glanced at Sang Biao's younger brothers, smiled, and said to Sang Biao: "Do you think these people can scare me? What I want to tell you is good for you, whether you listen or not,
You decide."
In terms of momentum, a young man in his fifties or sixties couldn't suppress just four people on the other side. These people were indeed evil. Sangbiao stared at Yang Chen, slowly puffed out the smoke, and finally nodded with a sneer: "Okay, I'll give you a chance. If what you said,
I'm not interested at all, so you and your brother will have no choice but to crawl out of Bolan Street."
Yang Chen chuckled, calm and composed.
Sang Biao dismissed everyone, including the men and women who were drinking with him. Yang Chen also ordered the dragons, five dragons, and nine wolves to have some fun, and then sat in the sofa booth.
"I can help you become a big brother." Yang Chen got straight to the point.
Sangbiao's expression suddenly froze. These words pierced his heart and aroused his most sensitive nerves. He didn't know how to respond for a moment. Moreover, it was difficult to distinguish between friends and foes, so he couldn't respond easily. After being stunned for a moment, he pretended to be calm and calm.
He turned around and asked with a ferocious face: "What the hell do you mean?"
"It seems that the famous Brother Biao doesn't believe me. I will show my sincerity in these few days. After seeing my sincerity, you can make a decision." Yang Chen smiled deeply, stood up, and left the booth.
, walked out, and the dragon, five dragons and nine heavenly wolves who were guarding not far away quickly followed.
Sangbiao didn't call out to Yang Chen, nor did he ask anyone to embarrass Yang Chen. At this moment, his heart was filled with ups and downs. Being the eldest brother was his dream since he was a child. His current position was just a hair away from his childhood dream, but it was insurmountable.
The guys were afraid that he would become dominant because of his rapidly expanding strength, so they tried their best to support Fei Jian in his position and suppress him.
If you continue to endure it, and follow the old guys' way of playing checks and balances, he will never have a share in the big brother's throne. He is the person who makes the most money for the gang. He is also the person who has opened up territory for the gang for many years. Without him, Bolan Street would be
It’s all 14k, how can Mongkok have the final say with He Shenghe.
Sang Biao in Mong Kok, Ah Kun in Central, Fei Kin in Tsim Sha Tsui, Big B Zai in Causeway Bay, and the four great players in the past, He Shenghe. He Sang Biao ranked first, why did Fei Kin sit in the table consecutively?
Maybe this is really an opportunity.
Full of resentment, Sang Biao couldn't help but wonder what Yang Chen meant by sincerity.
Mid-mountain where every inch of land is valuable.
The villa surrounded by lush trees faces the sea, with wind and water. There are several bodyguards in black walking back and forth inside and outside the walls. There are cameras hidden in every corner, leaving no blind spots for surveillance.
In the security control room of the villa, two bodyguards stared at more than a dozen monitors. Even if mice and cockroaches crawled in through the cracks in the wall and door, their whereabouts would probably be exposed.
The place where Li Ka-shing lives may not have such strict security measures.
Jiang Tianyou had no choice but to do this. He had been around the world for most of his life and had many enemies. How could he be careless?
Bang... there was a slight noise, all the computers in the control room were powered off, and the monitor screen went black. The two bodyguards were caught off guard and were stunned. The smarter one quickly pressed the light switch, but the light did not come on.
There's a power outage.
The two people in the monitoring room immediately used the walkie-talkie to call their companions to check the switch box. The companion on the other end of the walkie-talkie received the order and went there for a long time without any feedback. They called again, but no one responded. When they called others, the walkie-talkie was silent.
What's going on?
The two of them were at a loss, calmed down, and realized that something might be going on outside. They drew their guns, pulled the trigger, loaded the bullets, carefully opened the door of the control room, and took steps back and forth. A figure flashed in silently, and the two
The person's vision was dazzled and he was knocked unconscious to the ground.
By the swimming pool in front of the villa, Jiang Tianyou was sitting on a chair, bathing in the early morning sunshine, leisurely flipping through newspapers. After flipping through a few newspapers, his stomach growled twice. He looked at his watch subconsciously and couldn't help but frown. It was already breakfast time.
Why hasn't anyone brought breakfast?
"Zhang Long, go to the kitchen and ask if you don't want to give me breakfast." Jiang Tianyou was flipping through the newspaper and chattering without getting angry. For a long time, no one responded. He turned around and looked around. He was walking around just now.
All the bodyguards were gone.
"It's no use shouting at the top of your lungs."
Following the joking voice, a person appeared on the second floor terrace of the villa. Jiang Tianyou took a closer look and saw that this person knew one of the men who used fake grenades to scare people two days ago.
"Mr. Jiang, the quality of the bodyguards in your villa is too poor."
Another voice came, and Jiang Tianyou turned around. Across the swimming pool, Yang Chen, who appeared like a ghost, was looking at him with a smile. His face suddenly turned ugly, and he asked coldly: "What are you doing here?"
Yang Chen said lightly: "Kill you."
Jiang Tianyou said angrily: "How dare you!"
Yang Chen sneered and said: "There is nothing I dare not do. To me, killing you is not much different from killing a pig. I am here to make you understand and know who will kill you."
At this time, Long Wu had jumped down from the terrace on the second floor of the villa, walked behind Jiang Tianyou, pulled out the saber he carried with him, and put it around Jiang Tianyou's neck.
Jiang Tianyou felt the coolness of the sharp blade on his neck, but he still showed no fear. There were many people who wanted to kill him, but few could bear the price of killing him. He thought that the strange young man in front of him was just to scare him.
, in order to achieve the goal involving huge interests.
Yang Chen put his hands into his trouser pockets and nodded to Long Wu behind Jiang Tianyou with a smile. Jiang Tianyou was shocked and immediately understood that he had underestimated the courage of the other party.
It's a pity that Mr. Jiang understood it too late.
Long Wu wiped away the blade without changing his expression. At the same time, Long Jiu, who was beside Yang Chen, used his mobile phone to record the bloody scene that happened at this moment.
………………………
Jiang Tianyou is dead.
He died on a lounge chair by the swimming pool of his villa. His throat was slit from behind, and the main artery in his neck was also severed. He died in a horrific manner. It is said that blood flowed into the swimming pool and turned the water in the swimming pool red.
The Hong Kong underworld was shocked by this.
Jiang Tianyou's tragic death means that a storm is coming.
Who is the murderer...becomes the focus of attention of major gangs and the police.
At the Peninsula Hotel, Cao Zhenhua sat on a chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, flipping through several newspapers provided by the hotel. Among them, the headlines in the "Ming Pao" surprised him.
"Dead..."
Cao Zhenhua muttered silently, how many heroes have been buried in the underworld's road of no return. Even though he and Jiang Tianyou have become life and death enemies, Cao Zhenhua can't help but sigh, and then he thinks of one person... Yang Chen.
What did Xiaochen do?
Cao Zhenhua started thinking wildly.
In the New Territories, there is a large open space near Tai Mo Shan. People usually come here for picnics and outings. It has been particularly lively these two days. He Shenghe surrounded an area the size of a football field with a fence and built a mourning hall for Jiang Tianyou.
There were countless sacrifices, and thousands of gang members came.
Jiang Tianyou's death turned into a rare event in the underworld after the return of Hong Kong. Big bosses from Taiwan and Macau came to Hong Kong one after another to join in the fun. The Yamaguchi-gumi from Japan and the Canadian circle also sent important people to pay their respects.
The local media heard the news and came to take photos and videos, and even reported live. The Hong Kong police were also very busy, dispatching more than 300 police officers to prevent accidents.
Tai Mo Shan, the top of the mountain.
Yang Chen raised the telescope and observed from a high position. He looked at the unique scene and sighed: "This old boy Jiang Tianyou did not die in vain. He can be regarded as enjoying all the sorrow and glory."
Long Wu, Long Jiu and Tian Lang nodded in unison.
"Boss, I've printed the stuff." Sirius handed the color printing A4 paper in his hand to Yang Chen. Yang Chen took it, looked at it carefully, and nodded with a smile.
A nearly enlarged photo on a color-printed A4 paper. The photo records the moment when Jiang Tianyou's throat was cut with a saber. The fear and despair on his face are clearly visible.
"This is a gift for Sangbiao." As he spoke, Yang Chen folded the A4 paper, put it in his trouser pocket, and walked down the mountain with the dragon, five dragons, and nine wolves.
As he was going down the mountain, Cao Zhenhua called. Boss Cao learned that Daquan had sent someone to mourn Jiang Tianyou. After much thought, he decided to let Yang Chen accompany him and show his face.
Yang Chen had no objection to this. After taking the people down the mountain, he quickly returned to the Peninsula Hotel. After making some preparations, he accompanied Cao Zhenhua to the location of the mourning hall.
The open space outside the mourning hall was crowded with various vehicles.
Hundreds of police officers were standing guard at the outermost perimeter, and Hesheng Kazuya sent hundreds of men wearing black shirts and black trousers to guard and drive away reporters who came too close to the mourning hall, while confronting the police.
Three black off-road vehicles slowly squeezed through several human walls and stopped. The police in the outer circle, the reporters in the middle, and the people in Shenghe and Shenghe in the inner circle all looked sideways, wondering which big shot was coming to pay their respects.
The reporters held their cameras high and took pictures of the three cars. The doors opened and a dozen tough men got out. They were wearing straight black suits, shiny leather shoes, wearing sunglasses, and had an intimidating aura. Each of them had a small white flower tied on his chest.
"Sir Song, it seems to be that Yang Chen."
On a slope behind the police cordon, Senior Inspector Li Wenfang of the Kowloon Regional Police District pulled Song Zihao beside him and pointed at the most elegant of the dozen or so tough men in sunglasses.