Almost every luxury villa here has its own story of indulgence and wealth, and the grievances of wealthy families. Halfway up the mountain, there is a manor surrounded by green mountains and facing the sea. Compared with the surrounding mansions, it is much more conspicuous, especially at this time, there is a string of black trees parked on the avenue in front of the gate.
The Mercedes-Benz sedan is impressive.
Five or six tough men in suits and sunglasses who are definitely not good-natured walked around and patrolled, which made them even more extraordinary.
The frequency of police patrols and the density of security booths in Bishop's Hill is the highest in Macau. After all, there are many wealthy families here, and the old residences of the three major families in Macau are located here. However, the patrolling police turned a blind eye to the abnormal situation in front of this manor.
Say it's customary.
The owner of this house became famous in Haojiang twenty years ago.
During those prosperous years when Hong Kong and Macau gangs were booming, his 14k gang ranked among the top ten gangs in the world, with a maximum number of gang members reaching 200,000.
The king of gambling back then was almost overshadowed by this man. The legendary life of the gambling king seems a bit eclipsed compared to this man. Even though this man is now deeply in prison and has been forgotten and ignored by many people, he is still an underground figure in Macau.
The well-deserved king and actual helmsman of the world.
Lord Ju.
He is no longer in the world, but there are still legends about him in the world.
In the manor, by the swimming pool, two men wearing only swimming shorts were lying on a lounge chair chatting. One was in his thirties, a little fat, with a bulging belly. The other was in his mid-20s, should go to the gym regularly, with a strong body and a eight-pack belly.
The muscles are clearly visible. Behind them, two beauties in bikinis are carefully massaging the two of them. Behind them, a row of tough men in suits and sunglasses stand upright and majestic. At first glance, they look as imposing as soldiers.
"Cheers, I wish you and I a successful cooperation." A slightly bald and fat man in his thirties smiled and raised his glass, looking at the young man next to him who was a few years younger than him.
"Fuck..." The young man responded with a smile, clinked glasses, drank the best red wine in the goblet, pondered for a few seconds, and said, "There's something I want to ask you to help me with."
"From now on, we are friends and we will talk directly if we have anything to say." The slightly bald man said boldly.
"Please help me get rid of this person. I have checked that he has no background. Mainlanders, it is not good for my people to do anything in your territory. If it is inconvenient, just pretend that I didn't say anything."
The subordinate asked for a photo, handed it to his partner, and waited for a reply with a smile.
The slightly bald man took the photo and looked at it carefully. The photo showed a strange young man he had never seen before. He squinted and thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll help you with this."
"We are friends enough. If you meet someone who needs me in the future, just ask." The young man promised with a pat on his chest. The two men looked at each other like a pair of profiteers who had fulfilled a conspiracy, and then burst out laughing.
An hour later, the young man walked out of the manor, surrounded by his servants, and bent down to get into the Mercedes-Benz S600. The moment he got into the Mercedes-Benz S600, the sea breeze blew his shoulder-length hair, revealing his gloomy and handsome face.
Tetsuo Yuda.
Prince Yamaguchi.
In the manor, a man in his thirties waved to his confidants, pointed to the photo on the glass table, and ordered: "Blow the wind below, and five million hidden flowers will bloom, killing this person. Remember, our people can't."
Intervene, and when the old man commutes the sentence, there is no room for sloppiness."
The tough guy nodded respectfully and picked up the photo. The background of the photo was the gambling hall of the Grand Lisboa Hotel. The person playing with the chips in his hand and betting casually... It was Yang Chen.
Five million dark flowers.
Nothing more, nothing less, but it will definitely attract the desperate desperadoes at the bottom of the world.
A few kilometers away, the Grand Lisboa Hotel.
Yang Chen and Nalan Tongtong walked out of the revolving door of the hotel in casual clothes. A few days ago, they stayed in the north for the winter, but now they were dressed in cool summer clothes. Xiao Nizi wanted to bring some souvenirs to her parents and friends, so Yang Chen had no choice but to accompany her and told her Dragon Five and Dragon Nine secretly protect Liu Wan and Chen Yue.
Not being afraid of Yuda Tetsuo doesn't mean that this guy takes it lightly.
The two took a taxi. Xiao Nizi was familiar with the area and without hesitation asked the driver to go to Xinma Road. Xinma Road is a characteristic street in Macau. It is unique and retains the Portuguese charm of the colonial period. In Yang Chen's eyes, this place has the same characteristics as most tourist cities in China. The small streets are much the same.
On both sides of the clean pedestrian street are various small shops.
In the two months before and after the Spring Festival, there are so many tourists coming to Macau that they almost fill this street. Every shop is overcrowded. Most of them are mainland tourists, making it very noisy and lively.
Yang Chen took the trouble to accompany Xiao Nizi into one souvenir shop after another, helping to advise which ones looked good, which ones had characteristics, and which ones were suitable for gifting. In Yang Chen's own words, going shopping with a woman is not only a physical job, but also a mental job. It can hone the mind.
After choosing for a long time, Nalan Tongtong bought two large paper bags of small souvenirs. Yang Chen was holding the paper bags and thinking about how many people this would have to give to. It seemed that Xiao Nizi’s interest in continuing shopping had not diminished at all, so she followed behind. Yang Chen couldn't laugh or cry.
"I guess you're hungry, let's eat something and then go shopping." Xiao Nizi pointed to a dessert shop on the roadside, and without any further explanation, she pulled Yang Chen in and ordered a few donuts, fruit cakes and other desserts and two cups of ice. Sand drinks.
"The cake is so cute, I can't even bear to eat it." Xiao Nizi looked at the desserts on the table happily and took out her mobile phone to take pictures, which attracted slightly disdainful looks from the girls next to her.
How could they, who were so self-righteous, know that Nalan Tongtong, a serious Bai Fumei, never took photos or selfies in top restaurants and top luxury places, but specialized in taking photos of roadside snacks, and had hundreds of photos of Chengdu street snacks in her mobile phone album.
"Honey, let me feed you." Nalan Tongtong picked up the donut she had bitten and fed it to Yang Chen. When she saw her man taking a big bite without hesitation, she suddenly smiled brightly, like a summer flower, charming the country.
Yang Chen chewed slowly, and suddenly he seemed to have discovered something. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the door of the shop. Several young people wandered back outside the door and kept looking in. Unlike tourists, they did not shy away from seeing Yang Chen. Da Lielie looked at Yang Chen, his demeanor showing arrogance.
One of them took out a piece of A4 paper with a color printed image and looked at it carefully, as if to confirm something, he quickly took out his mobile phone to make a call, and at the same time stared at Yang Chen fiercely.
At this moment, Yang Chen could think with his toes that something might happen.
"Baby, don't eat, let's go." As Yang Chen spoke, he pulled up the confused Nalan Tongtong. Although Xiao Nizi didn't know what was going on, she obediently followed her man out of the shop.
The three young men wandering in front of the shop did not act rashly and followed them all the way. The person on the phone kept talking. When Yang Chen, Lana Lan Tongtong walked into a secluded alley with not many tourists, the three stopped at the entrance of the alley and looked at each other and smiled. , because the other end of the alley has been blocked by more than a dozen people.
Soon, there were more than a dozen men in different clothes but definitely not kind-hearted men who joined the three young men. Most of these men had newspapers under their arms.
A few people were left to seal the entrance to the alley, while the rest rushed into the alley aggressively. Each of them dug their hands into their armpits and pulled out sharp knives wrapped in newspapers.
In the alley, a few tourists fled in panic, but fortunately no one targeted them, while Yang Chen Nalan Tongtong was regarded as prey and blocked in the middle of the alley.
Nalan Tongtong suddenly realized it and turned to look at Yang Chen. Yang Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly, as if the people around him were prey.
