On January 16, ice and snow began to appear in the north of country Z, but Kunming, known as the Spring City, still had a warm and suitable climate and was full of vitality.
As early as ten days ago, a special team of tens of thousands of people appeared on the streets of Kunming, active in the streets and alleys, installing red lanterns wherever possible, surrounding the big trees on the roadside with fiery red silk, and surrounding them.
Cars and cars of fragrant flowers are placed in various squares.
Kunming City turns into a fiery world, a sea of flowers!
This is where the main rudder of Huamen is located. The celebration of the chief sect master is about to begin, and of course it needs to be decorated. As for the inside and outside of the main rudder, it is even more decorated with lights and colors, creating a joyful scene.
Huamen, which controls nineteen provinces of country Z, is the undisputed largest organization. This time the general sect leader took over and posted hero posts. As early as two days ago, thousands of gangsters came from various regions.
Come and participate in the celebration. Undoubtedly, this is an opportunity for many gangs to establish friendly relations with Hua Men.
Soon, all major hotels in Kunming were overcrowded, and almost every hotel had gang members with various vicious tattoos on their bodies.
Now on the official day, the road outside the main helm of Huamen is completely under martial law, with special members guarding it. Only cars of gang members holding invitations are allowed to enter. Moreover, eye-catching signs are erected at the intersections on the east and west sides.
A signboard that says
, "Reject media participation, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences." There are not many words. This sentence alone makes reporters from all walks of life tremble with fear, give up the idea of reporting, turn around and leave. No one wants to be bombarded by the report.
He lost his life because of the news.
All of a sudden, convoys from various gangs entered the blocked road, and members of the Chinese clan who were responsible for maintaining order guided the cars to park neatly on the road.
Among the many convoys, the most eye-catching is the convoy of the Xiaotian Gang from the northeast, with hundreds of vehicles. Sitting in the luxury Bentley sedan is Qiao Santai, and a passenger in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.
Mother and daughter are Qiao Yuzhi and Qiao Yuer. The two luxury cars were escorted by hundreds of off-road vehicles of various models and slowly drove into the street under martial law. They were full of momentum.
Not long after, there were more than 2,000 luxury cars parked on the three-kilometer-long street under martial law, covering almost most brands in the world. Gang bosses got out of the cars one by one and walked towards the gate under the protection of bodyguards.
There were many gang bosses who knew each other and greeted each other.
"Gang Leader Li, are you here too?"
"It's Boss Zhang. You came quite early. Why, you also have a relationship with the head of the Ximen Sect?"
"No, no, how could a nobody like me have the chance to make friends with the head of the Ximen Sect? However, thanks to his kindness, he sent me an invitation, and of course I want to come and support him. Gang Leader Li, do you know him?
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"Just kidding, like you, I didn't know the head of the Ximen Sect before. I also received the invitation and took this opportunity to get in touch with him."
"Then let's go there together."
"Hey, who do you think that person is?"
"Qiao Santai, the king of the Northeast, I didn't expect him to come here in person."
"It seems that the head of the Ximen Sect is really respectable. Look at the two mixed-race women in the back, they look really exciting."
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't get into trouble. Let me tell you, that middle-aged beautiful woman is Qiao Yuzhi, the second head of the family, and the girl is her daughter Qiao Yu'er. They are very cruel!"
"It's them. My brother is right. These girls are so powerful. Let's be more honest!"
Some gang bosses are friends, but there are also people who meet people they hate. I saw a short and thick man in his thirties getting out of a Buick sedan, wearing a cigarette-thick gold medal around his neck.
Necklace, wearing a half-sleeved floral shirt, with his arms open, revealing the green dragon tattoo on his chest, with a cigar in his mouth, looking very cool. Six burly men emerged from the two jeeps behind him, surrounding him as he walked out of the main gate.
go.
Just walking not far away, I saw five people getting out of two Honda cars next to them. The leader was a young man with a red face. He was thin and had long hair tied into a tassel on the back of his head. His narrow eyes were shining with arrogance.
Eyes. He was wearing a pure white suit and thought he was suave. He was followed by four elegant men, all wearing black suits.
As soon as the two sides met, the attendant behind the short and thick man said hurriedly: "Brother Li, isn't that boy Sun Zhengqiu, the one who fought with us last time?"
The short and thick man was named Zhou Li, and he also recognized the thin man opposite him as a guy with whom he had a problem. It turned out that the two men were from the same province in Hebei, and they once had a fight in a nightclub over the right to have sex with a young girl.
, when they met at this time, anger burst out from their eyes.
Zhou Li scolded: "Damn it, Sun Zhengqiu, how are we going to settle the accounts last time?"
The skinny man Sun Zhengqiu's expression changed. Before he could speak, the attendant behind him started scolding him, "Fat Zhou, please clean your mouth."
"If you dare to scold us, Mr. Qiu, you are seeking death..."
Many gang bosses around were startled, confused, and secretly thought: Where did the two gangsters come from? It doesn't matter what the occasion is. This is the Huamen, and they actually look like they are going to fight.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on them, the two main parties were unwilling to be outdone.
Sun Zhengqiu said coldly: "Fat Zhou, do you believe that I will kill you directly?"
Zhou Li scolded: "Excuse me for the spicy food..." He raised his hand and threw the red-flamed cigar over.
Sun Zhengqiu was caught off guard and was hit in the face by a cigar. A blister was burned under his right eye. He screamed in pain and shouted angrily: "Come on, break this bastard's legs..."
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Zhou Li arrogantly ordered his subordinates, "Come over and beat him to the ground..."
The men on both sides would bluff, howl and pounce on each other, like fighting wild dogs.
Suddenly, someone not far away shouted like thunder: "Stop!"
The people who were about to start the fight were startled and hurriedly turned their heads to look over. They saw a burly man leading many men in black running over quickly.
This big man had a terrifying scar on his face and a purple gold sword tied to his back. He was Qiu Wanshan, captain of the Huamen Guards. He was responsible for maintaining law and order today. When he saw someone making trouble, he hurriedly led his guards over.
With a shout, dozens of guards surrounded the more than ten people who were about to have a conflict. Qiu Wanshan's eyes shot out a cold light and said angrily: "What are you doing? You know where this place is and what kind of day it is, but you still dare to make trouble here.
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Zhou Li said lightly: "Isn't this the Huamen? What's the big deal?"
Sun Zhengqiu was even more arrogant, "I know that Ximen Lang was promoted to the head of the sect today. It's such a big deal. There's no need to make a fuss about it."