On the rivers and lakes, social turmoil is like the ups and downs of big waves, which will inadvertently stir up the situation and attract the attention of the police every time.
However, in every corner, where the police either actively or passively ignore them, there are still people surviving.
In the early morning, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Abu was carrying a bucket bag, which was heavy inside. He was wearing a denim suit and his hair was shaved very short. Even if his expression was calm, he always had an outlaw aura that made people avoid him unconsciously.
He had a cigarette in his mouth, hiding in the dense woods, his eyes fixed on a quiet three-story villa a few hundred meters away.
The cigarette butt flickered on and off, and puffs of white smoke rose up and dissipated in the air.
I don't know how long it took, but Abu suddenly put out the cigarette butt with his right hand, put it into his pocket, tightened the bucket bag in his hand, and strode towards the villa.
He was strong and walked very fast. Within ten seconds, he had already rushed to the wall of the villa. He put his hands together and exerted force, and his whole body was flipped over.
His feet stepped on the lawn, making an inaudible sound.
Abu stood there, hiding his body in the shadows as much as possible. He concentrated on it and put his right hand on his waist.
However, after waiting for a few seconds, there was no movement around.
Abu then slowly stood up and approached the window with a slightly relaxed expression. When he was about to use some tricks to sneak into the villa, his hand suddenly froze.
He was silent for a moment, then slowly walked to the door, pushed gently, and the tightly closed door was gently pushed open.
Squeak!
The door was wide open, the moonlight shone in from the door, and the clean floor seemed to be reflecting light.
He twitched his nose and smelled the familiar smell of disinfectant.
He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and was speechless for a long time.
After a while, speed up, turn around and leave, speed up and return the same way.
On the outskirts of the villa area, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan parked on the side of the road. Abu's figure suddenly appeared, walked over, and knocked on the glass of the rear seat.
The car window slowly lowered, revealing an old gentleman about fifty years old.
This guy is obviously a slut, his hair is already gray, he is actually wearing a light yellow suit, and it is obviously a handmade product of a high-end tailor.
The old man looked at Apo's calm face, then his eyes fell on the bucket bag: "Why so fast?"
Abu was silent for a moment and shook his head: "I got there first!"
The old man's eyes widened: "Who did this?"
Abu didn't speak.
The old man's eyes widened even more. After a moment of astonishment, he suddenly yelled: "It's the Continental Hotel again? Rushing to the street, what do these bastards want to do? Do they want to unify the underground world?"
Abu remained silent.
"Ever since these bastards suddenly appeared, business has become increasingly difficult! These bastards don't follow any rules at all! We can't go on like this! Gou, drive back to the walled city!"
The driver said nothing, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out instantly and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Abu looked at the direction in which the car disappeared, and after pondering for a moment, he walked in the completely opposite direction.
The Kowloon Walled City is narrow, dilapidated, dirty and messy.
This place, which covers an area of less than three hectares, is the most famous no-care zone in the entire Hong Kong Island. The lowest level of society lives here, and it is apt to say that there is a mixed bag of good and bad.
In this place where the police cannot cover it, the reason why Kowloon Walled City can continue to operate is mainly because it has its own rules.
This is how people are. When more people gather together, a leader will appear.
Once new interest groups emerge, in order to ensure that their own interests are not lost, vested interests will rack their brains to give more value to this place.
The prerequisite for creating value is relative environmental safety.
In this place, rules are laws.
As we get closer to the Kowloon Walled City, the flat road disappears and becomes more and more rugged.
Even if you sit in the Mercedes-Benz's spacious back seat, you can't escape the gifts of nature.
When he stopped in front of the huge and messy buildings of Kowloon City Station, the old man breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. Under the protection of his men, he walked into a dark alley.
The mourning dog had no expression on his face, and followed the old man step by step with a few of his younger brothers.
The old man was obviously familiar with the terrain, and his speed did not slow down at all in this complicated alleyway. He didn't know how long he had been walking, when a white light suddenly lit up at the end of the alley, and then a small courtyard appeared in front of him.
The yard is not large, only about 400 square meters in total.
At this time, the yard has been divided into two, and a group of powerful guys on the left gathered together, most of them eating their upper bodies, exposing their knotted muscles, and fighting each other.
On the other side were slightly older people, dressed strangely. Some were wearing Tang suits, some were wearing long mandarins, and some were wearing suits and trousers. It was a hodgepodge.
The old man was approaching, but several men standing at the door smoking blocked the way with evil eyes.
The old man's face turned dark: "Go aside, I am Su Laoquan, I have business with the black-hearted Achang!"
A man sneered and said: "I don't care if you are Su Laoquan or Quan Laosu, get out of here, otherwise I know you, but my fists and swords don't know you!"
At this moment, the intercom on the guy next to him suddenly rang.
"Awei, don't be rude, let Lao Su come in and talk!"
As soon as this voice came out, the man's expression suddenly dropped and he got out of the way with an indifferent expression.
The old man looked at the people, shook his head, and strode in.
The mourning dog behind him was about to lead his men to follow, but the man blocked the way again.
"what do you mean?"
"Master Chang only allows him to go in alone, you...wait outside!"
"Damn it, what did you say? If you have the guts, could you say it again?"
"I can say it ten more times, but you guys are not allowed to enter!"
"Fuck me!"
"Mourn the dog!"
Seeing that a conflict was about to occur, the old man walking in front turned around, raised his eyebrows and scolded.
Sanggou and the younger brothers immediately stopped talking and looked up at the old man.
The old man didn't say anything and tilted his head slightly. The cause left them lying there.
Only then did the mourning dogs cease.
But the action he was preparing to grab had already angered the men. They waved back, and all the men in the small courtyard stood up immediately, looking fierce.
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Sangou smiled coldly and puffed up his chest. The boys behind him all reached back and took out their pistols.
"What did you just say? Tell me again!"
"..."
There was a big fuss later, but Su Laoquan didn't even think about turning back.
Again, this is the Kowloon Walled City and it has its own rules.
Can't fight!
Behind the yard is a redesigned and renovated Chinese-style villa.
Due to the irregular footprint, there are only three floors above and below.
But even so, this is the most handsome boy in the entire Kowloon Walled City.
In the lobby on the first floor, several guys were drinking tea.
These people are men, women and children. The old ones are in their 70s and 80s, and they have a charisma that cannot be washed away. The younger ones are less than 1.2 meters tall. Although they are dressed very maturely, their round faces and immature beards are enough to show that
many problems.
"Su Laoquan, what are you doing? I don't know where this place is? When will rampage be allowed?"
Surprisingly, the first person to scold him was a woman with a graceful figure wearing a cheongsam.
The woman is probably in her early forties, well-maintained, with fair skin and pretty makeup. She looks like she stepped out of a fashion magazine in the Republic of China.
Su Laoquan snorted coldly: "How long has it been? Are you still clinging to these dead rules and preparing to go to hell together?"
Another chubby little old man, wearing big pants and a shirt on the beach, who smiled like Maitreya Buddha, slammed the table: "Su Laoquan, I think you are Laohu Tu, and now you can't even speak.
Already?"
Another middle-aged man wearing a worn-out Taoist robe with overlapping patches and only the most valuable jade hairpin on his head smiled dullly: "I don't think it's a big deal. This is the Kowloon Walled City after all!"
"Su Laoquan, we were just discussing when you would come over. Unexpectedly, before we finished speaking, someone had already appeared!"
"Don't be impatient. Uncle Dong already knows about this. He is making an overseas phone call. He will come down after the call!"
"knew?"
Hearing the name Dongshu, Su Laoquan was obviously a little afraid. "What did the old man say?"
"Hey? Don't you always have no scruples? Why did you change your name now?" the cheongsam woman mocked in a strange way.
Su Laoquan just pretended not to hear and stared at the poor Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest pointed around indifferently: "Seeing us people, don't you know what Uncle Dong means?"
Su Laoquan looked around and couldn't help swallowing.
Although there are not many people here, there are only ten people in total, but the power these guys represent is definitely not simple.
In addition to the Kowloon Walled City, everyone has more or less connections with the outside world.
Their tentacles either extended to Malaysia, or went to Thailand and Cambodia, or went north to Siberia. What's more, I don't know whose route they took, they even went to Europe and America.
Let's put it this way, if these ten people in the living room can unite, the power of the organization can spread all over the world in an instant, becoming the most troublesome target of the international police.
It's a pity, if it can only be if.
It is impossible for these ten people to unite, and even ordinary cooperation is full of intrigue.
It seems that the situation is more serious than I thought!
Su Laoquan pondered for a moment, stopped talking, found an empty Taishi chair, sat down on it, closed his eyes and rested.
The woman in the cheongsam and the Maitreya Buddha in the floral shirt looked at each other and said nothing.
At this time, footsteps sounded, and an old man who was only 1.9 meters tall, thin but powerful, strode down from the second floor.
"Uncle Dong!"
"Uncle Dong!"
"Uncle Dong!"
A group of elders stood up and called for help. The old man's expression remained unchanged and he stretched out his hand to press down. The scene instantly became quiet.
His eyes were sharp and he glanced from left to right.
"Everyone, I made several calls to the Hongmen brothers in America, Europe and the Middle East. It can be said that the situation is not good for us. The Continental Hotel is coming menacingly!"
