A total of fifteen people from Zhongyinghui were stationed at Jinshengqing Nightclub, distributed on various floors. At this time, they were all gathered on the first floor, carrying sharp machetes in their hands, and walked over under the leadership of Buck Tooth Ting.
Seeing that there were nearly a hundred people on the other side, and they were all holding guys in their hands and looking menacingly, Bucktooth Court knew it was not good. However, as a spectator, he had no choice but to walk over and pretend to be arrogant: "What are you doing? You know this is the place."
Who is covering you, so you dare to come and cause trouble?"
Ximen Lang looked over with a stern gaze and said calmly: "I don't know, please tell me for a moment."
"I'm telling you, this place is protected by our Zhongying Association. Boy, if you are wise, lead your people away quickly, otherwise you will be better off." The Zhongying Association has occupied North Street in Jacques District for a long time and has a good reputation, so
, Buck Teeth Court hopes to calm the other party.
Ximenlang sneered, "Zhongying Club, such a resounding name, but unfortunately, this gang will disappear forever in Heshuo..." He waved his hand and ordered: "I'll kill them all."
In an instant, many members of the Julang Gang waved their weapons and rushed over like a pack of wolves, roaring like a tide.
Buck Ya Ting shouted in horror: "You are too courageous. Sooner or later you will regret it..."
The leader of the killing team, Ye Jianfan, rushed in front of him and cursed, "You mother's moji, go to hell..." As he raised his left hand, a slender ruler-long sword suddenly came out of his sleeve.
, silver light flashed, and a blood hole appeared at the throat of the Bucktooth Court opposite, and blood arrows shot out.
"You...you..." Buck Yating's eyes widened, his body shook several times, and he fell to the ground with a plop.
Fatty Han swung his big ax as if a mad god descended from the earth. The two axes struck fiercely. Two members of the Loyalty Association across from him screamed and fell in a pool of blood. One of them had his arm chopped off by him.
One can imagine the bloody fight between more than a hundred people and a dozen people. Six or seven members of the Julang Gang surrounded one person and beat him wildly. The injured members of the Loyal Heroes Association screamed and fell in a pool of blood.
The people squatting on the ground were scared out of their wits and trembling. A person near the fighting scene suddenly noticed something falling under his feet. He looked over curiously and found that it was a severed hand with no arms behind it.
The flesh and blood were so bloody that he was so frightened that he kept hiding behind him.
Ximen Lang's eyes swept over the body squirming in pain on the ground, thinking without a trace of pity, don't blame me, evil is like this, if I am not ruthless enough, it is equivalent to committing suicide!
As for those guests, of course they were innocent. Ximen Lang ordered: "Let them all leave and let the nightclub staff stay."
Fatty Han shouted loudly: "All guests, listen, you can leave here, but the staff are not allowed to leave."
The frightened guests seemed to have heard the pardon order. They all let out a long breath, scrambled to their feet, rushed towards the door in panic, and disappeared without a trace in a moment. Even the lady accompanying the wine.
They all took the opportunity to run away, leaving only dozens of uniformed staff in the hall. Because of their conspicuous clothing, they did not dare to fish in troubled waters and run out.
Ximen Lang's sharp eyes swept across their faces and asked: "Who is in charge?"
A middle-aged man wearing a gray suit and slicked back hair trotted over in a hurry, nodded and said: "Boss, I am the general manager of this nightclub, my name is Zhou Dacheng."
Nie Liang brought a chair from the side and said, "Brother Lang, sit down."
Ximen Lang sat on the chair, crossed his legs in an awkward manner, and asked: "Are you the boss?"
Zhou Dacheng shook his head and said: "I'm not the boss, there is someone else."
Ximen Lang frowned and said, "Call your boss and ask him to come over quickly. You are not qualified to talk to me."
Zhou Dacheng hurriedly nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes... I will call the boss and ask him to come over." He took out his mobile phone, dialed a phone number with trembling fingers, and said, "Manager, I am Dacheng.
Oh no, something happened at the nightclub. Buck Ya Ting and his gang were all killed. Please come over quickly..."
More than ten minutes later, a black Cadillac car quickly drove to the door of the nightclub. It braked and stopped with a sharp squeal. The driver got out and opened the rear door. A paunchy boss in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car and walked in quickly with a bag under his arm.
Nightclub hall.
As soon as he entered the hall, the color of the boss's face suddenly changed, and he took a breath of air. He saw more than ten bodies lying on the ground. Most of them were motionless, and their faces were blue and purple, as if they had died. There were also
Several people groaned feebly, and the marble floor was covered with red blood, which was shocking.
Sitting on a chair opposite was a young boy dressed as a waiter, looking over with indifferent eyes. Next to him stood a beautiful girl who looked like a fairy, but the white dress she was wearing was covered with irregular blood stains.
, it looked very strange. There were nearly a hundred young people standing neatly on both sides, holding watermelon knives and steel pipes in their hands. There was red blood on the watermelon knife, and the steel pipe was stained with a sticky white liquid, which turned out to be brain matter.
When Zhou Dacheng saw his boss coming, he hurriedly walked forward and said, "Mr. Guan, are you here?"
Mr. Guan asked in a low voice with a trembling voice: "What's going on? Who are they?"
Zhou Dacheng replied in a low voice, "I don't know. As soon as they came in, they chopped down Buck Ya Ting and his Ma Zai. They seemed to be people on the road. Maybe it was a vendetta."
Ximen Lang's eyes stayed on the middle-aged man with a big belly, and he asked impatiently: "Are you the boss here?"
Mr. Guan hurriedly walked over, nodded and said: "I am the boss here, my surname is Guan and my name is Zhonghong. May I ask how I call this boss?"
"Ximen Lang."
Guan Zhonghong asked cautiously: "Boss Ximen, I don't know why they provoked you at Buck Ya Ting. Are you going to go to war and kill them all?"
Ximenlang asked back: "You know they are members of the Loyalty Association, right?"
The reason why Guan Zhonghong agreed to Yang Dewang to let them watch the venue was because he was attracted by the Zhongying Association's golden sign in the Jacques District. He thought that with them maintaining law and order here, his nightclub would be safe and make a lot of money smoothly. However,
Knowing that now all the people in Bucktooth Court were chopped down, he was really shocked and a little disappointed at the same time.
Guan Zhonghong nodded and said, "I know."
Ximen Lang said coldly: "The Loyal Heroes Association has disappeared from the Yak District forever. From now on, the entire Yak District will be decided by our Julang Gang. Do you understand what I mean?"