Today's world is no longer the fourth generation, it's the world it was when Scars and others were all-powerful. The older generation who came out in the 1990s have gone through the waves and quietly withered away. There are not a few who are the most prominent and arrogant. They are either shot in the head or shot.
Those who stayed behind in the transformation of the Great Northwest were all elites.
These elites either run hotels and bathhouses, or they have a few small corridors in their hands no matter how bad the contractor is. They know the rules of the game. Some things can be touched, and some things cannot be touched even to death.
But they are just a part of the world, and they only represent the traditional part. In today's information-rich society, there are endless ways to join the underworld. Small groups organized by fifteen or sixteen-year-olds who play games can kill people in Internet cafes for a few Q coins;
Those who sell drugs, and those who have fans are even more coaxing because they have hard guys in their hands. No one takes it seriously. Those who engage in pyramid schemes, those who apply for fake certificates, and those who engage in fraud all occupy a small share of the world.
Since Liu Ziguang entered Taoism, he has been dealing with traditional Jianghu people and has nothing to do with those young people who are in high positions. He became famous in the first battle on Jiangtan. In the eyes of these people, he only has some tricks. In the eyes of young people who are just playing fans.
Not even hair.
According to the general rules of the rivers and lakes, when Zhuo Li and the prince's subordinates had a conflict, they had to find someone to at least talk to their enemies and resolve the knot. But this time there was no one to mediate and they wanted to make peace, and there was no one they could talk to.
Brother Taizi is a person with high eyesight. It is said that he spent some time in Shenzhen in his early years and returned to Jiangbei last year. In just one year, he became famous and occupied the territory along the river. He didn't give anyone face.
No need to give.
The prince brother has already made a promise to kill Zhuo Li and Bei Xiaoshuai. Everyone knows that this is not a bluff. Last year, the owner of the Jiangjing Bar and the prince brother Xi Mao disappeared on their way home in the middle of the night. Their bodies were found ten days later in the lower reaches of the Huaijiang River.
The fish and shrimp were chewed to pieces and everyone on the street knew that it was the prince who did it.
Zhuo Li and Bei Xiaoshuai are not afraid of the two guys at all, and they are not intimidated. However, the necessary precautions cannot be sloppy at all. Bei Xiaoshuai got a hacksaw blade from somewhere and asked someone to polish it. The Fengkuai special steel sheet is extremely tough.
Jia Li is extremely sharp and can cut through a tree as thick as a bowl with one knife, but he is careless and has no preparations. You must know that he is the direct master of Bajiquan in this city and has solid kung fu.
Liu Ziguang also heard about this incident and didn't take it seriously at all. Under the barbecue shed, Liu Ziguang lectured Zhuo Li and Bei Xiaoshuai: "We are both people with careers. Why are they still killing and killing all day long? This is not the case."
The law is mixed up, so we should handle the problem based on scientific outlook."
Zhuo Li was unconvinced and said: "Guangzi, you weren't there. You don't know how many times those boys put their guns at my head. Why don't you give them some color to see? They think we, Gaotupo, are cowards."
Bei Xiaoshuai also added fuel to the fire: "Yes, Brother Guang, I already reported your name at that time. They didn't know whether to live or die, and that's why my second brother and I took action."
Liu Ziguang said: "Didn't I mean that if you did something wrong, you would just kill it and then you should have done something like that?"
"Prince." The furry boy who was passing by to serve the food interrupted at the right time.
"If you don't kill the prince, you'll have to cripple him. What bothers me the most is this kind of nickname for the prince. Da Fei is just a young and Dangerous guy. He's a bunch of idiots."
"Brother Guang, what do you think you're going to do now?" Bei Xiaoshuai asked.
"You want me to teach you? What do you do with your brain? People are going to kill you, and you ask me what to do? Cold salad." Liu Ziguang said.
"Brother Guang, I understand." After being scolded, Bei Xiaoshuai quickly lowered his head and ate the kebabs.
After eating and drinking, at nine o'clock at night, a group of people had nothing to do and went to Huaqing Pool to see the progress of the decoration. Now the Mercedes-Benz that Liu Ziguang hit and damaged the rear has been left for business. How can a car without decoration be used? How many people got on it?
Mercedes-Benz Liu Ziguang drove to Huaqing Pool himself.
The night market is not far from Huaqing Pool, but there are several traffic light intersections. While waiting for the light to turn green at the second intersection, a Santana 2ooo with a black sun film on it pulled up. The two cars were very close. Liu Ziguang subconsciously turned his head and looked at Santana.
The passenger window of 2ooo lowered, revealing a ferocious face holding a pistol in his hand.
Liu Ziguang reacted very quickly, lowered his head and shouted at the same time: "Get down!" The people in the car also reacted quickly enough, and almost at the same time they got down and heard a loud "pop" sound, which was like two kicks in their ears.
Usually a voice screams at the same time, but the strange thing is that the scream does not come from the people in the Mercedes-Benz.
There was a sharp sound of tire friction. The smell of rubber and gunpowder smoke mixed together. Santana sped out like a wild horse. Liu Ziguang straightened up and turned into a livid person. He put the forward gear in forward gear and stepped on the accelerator. The Mercedes also rushed out so fast that
Several brothers fell onto the backrest.
Santana drove towards Binjiang Avenue in a panic. The Mercedes-Benz chased her at a high speed, forcing Santana to drive onto the extended section of Binjiang Avenue. This is an unfinished road. There is not even a streetlight on the asphalt road, let alone a camera. It is a blind light.
Just right for committing a crime.
At this point on the road, Liu Ziguang really started to catch up with Santana. He turned the steering wheel and parked the car on the side of the road. Santana made a muffled sound and turned off the engine. The car door opened and three men rushed out. One of them had blood on his right hand. It looked like it was just now.
The gun exploded and was injured.
The door of the Mercedes-Benz also opened. Liu Ziguang, Zhuo Li and Bei Xiaoshuai got out of the car slowly and stood in the shape of a cross. They calmly lit cigarettes and looked at the three boys who dared to stroke the tiger's beard.
Although it was three against three, the strength of the two sides was completely unequal. The three guys were in their early twenties. The gunman was seriously injured and his thumb was missing. His face was covered in blood from gunpowder. The one holding him up was the driver.
Another gunman with a shocked look on his face pulled out a gun made by the same Hualong from his waist. The muzzle was hesitant and he shouted with a fierce expression: "Get out of here if you don't leave, I'll shoot."
Liu Ziguang smiled disdainfully: "Try firing a gun."
That guy really didn't dare to shoot. The tragic situation of his companions was vividly visible. They were all using the same homemade firearms, and the possibility of exploding the chamber was extremely high.
The consequence of shooting is that your finger is likely to be blown off, but the consequence of not shooting is that you may be hacked to death. The guy driving the car was probably the leader and saw his companions hesitating, so he shouted: "Hurry up and shoot! Don't shoot us."
They all have to hang up!”
The gunman finally came to his senses, but how could Bei Xiaoshuai give him time to shoot? He took a step forward, raised his arm, and swung the sharp knife made of a hacksaw blade out of his sleeve. The tail of the knife was carefully wrapped with a cowhide strip and a rope sheath.
On the wrist.
With the steel knife in hand, Bei Xiaoshuai didn't even blink. He raised the knife and let out a scream. The right hand holding the gun fell to the ground. The gunman screamed and held the end of the severed limb tightly. Blood spurted out, and Zhuo Li was unambiguous.
A hungry tiger pounced on the food, roared loudly, shook its feet, and hit the driver with an extremely strong double-finger thrust into the ear. The driver fell to the ground on the spot, absolutely defeating the enemy with one move.
Of the three killers, one passed out and two were kneeling on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy. Bei Xiaoshuai and Zhuo Li each dragged one of them like a dead dog into the withered grass by the river.
What was originally a beautiful and poetic scene mixed with the chirping of various autumn insects was turned into an eerie and terrifying scene by the wailing of these two people.
After finally arriving at the riverside, he pinned the two people down on the muddy beach. Bei Xiaoshuai asked, "Brother, how are you going to fix it?"
Liu Ziguang said in an understatement: "How can I keep it if the gun is stuck to my forehead?"
"Okay!" Bei Xiaoshuai pulled out a sharp steel knife and pressed it against the neck of the man who fired the gun earlier. The blade was too sharp and there was a bloody gash when it was placed upward.
The man was so frightened that he shed tears and snot and cried: "Don't kill me. It's none of my business. It's none of my business. The prince asked me to do it. If I don't do it to him, I will send my girlfriend to be a chicken!"
Zhuo Li kicked him right in the waist and his eyes were so painful that he almost choked.
"I can't see that you are still a compassionate and righteous master." Zhuo Li said sarcastically.
"Brother, it's true. I don't dare to tell a lie." The man regained his composure and yelled like a butcher. The other man, who had lost his hand, had lost too much blood and couldn't hold on anymore. His face was pale and he lay in the mud, shaking uncontrollably.
He begged for mercy but was speechless.
"Then I'll ask you a few questions and if you answer them satisfactorily, I might be able to let you go," Liu Ziguang said.
"Brother, if you ask me what I know, everything you say is half-false. It's like lightning."
"I asked you where the prince lives? How many people are around him and what kind of things do he have? And where does he get his goods?"
"I said that the prince has a house in Binjiang Community, but he doesn't live there all the time. Sometimes he stays in a hotel, sometimes in a bathing center. We who work as horse boys don't even know where he is. He is always surrounded by four people who are protecting him, and they all carry guns. I really don't understand his goods.
Do you know where to get in?"
"You're not honest yet!" Zhuo Li went up to him and punched and kicked the boy. He was still crying and insisting that he didn't know.
Liu Ziguang waved his hand. Judging from his many years of experience, this boy should be telling the truth, but it would be too simple to spare their lives like this. Liu Ziguang tilted his head: "Xiao Bei, leave some thoughts for them before you touch me."
Liu Ziguang also had to weigh it carefully."
"That's necessary!" Bei Xiaoshuai held the steel knife and slashed it up twice with murderous intent. The two gunmen could no longer hold the gun, and their tendons had been severed.
"Let's go!" Liu Ziguang waved his hand and the three men stepped on the dead grass and walked away, leaving only two half-dead guys shaking in the mud on the river beach.
Back on the road, the guy who was knocked unconscious by Zhuo Li hadn't woken up yet. Bei Xiaoshuai went up to him, rolled his eyelids, checked his pulse, and exclaimed: "This punch is hard enough."
Zhuo Li said proudly: "Is your senior brother's more than twenty years of Kung Fu training in vain? I'd better save my hands, otherwise one punch will kill someone."
Bei Xiaoshuai smacked his lips: "What can I do about this kid?"
"Forget it, just flash." Liu Ziguang had already seen the flashing red and blue police lights in the distance and greeted the three of them quickly getting in the car and leaving.
A minute later, two patrol motorcycles arrived at the scene. It was young traffic policeman Li Shangting and his brother-in-law Lao Song.