Among the crowd, a handsome man wearing a white casual suit hugged two women with delicate faces but infinitely charming expressions and walked out. Behind them, there were several people wearing black clothes.
, a man whose whole body exudes extremely murderous aura. Everyone can see that he is an extremely ruthless character.
This group of people had just walked out of the private room, and the crowd at the scene involuntarily moved out of the way, waiting for everyone to leave.
"Damn, that guy Fang Zhentian is really capable. When we were in Lingshan, Fang Zhixu had his cervical vertebra broken by me, and it only took a few days for him to recover completely. He even came here to play with women. Damn it...
"Ye Xingchen looked at the man in the white suit and couldn't help complaining.
"According to the information I got, the Zhentian Gang and Baiyun Gang in Kyoto have been closely connected recently, so I suspect that the Xianghu Gang is the gang that the two gangs secretly control!" Zhang Jia also looked at Fang Zhixu,
Said with a smile.
"Is that so? How about we completely eliminate Fang Zhixu this time?" Ye Xingchen smiled evilly.
"Aren't you afraid of offending the Zhentian Gang at the same time?" Ouyang Jun frowned.
"What are you afraid of? The Zhentian Gang is now involved with the Xilong Gang. With Zhao Longnas' ability, can't he even suppress a little Fang Zhentian? If we kill Fang Zhixu, it will only be a complete disruption.
It's just Fang Zhentian's mood, Xiaolong, say hello to Zhao Long, let's help him kill Fang Zhixu, how much will he pay?" Ye Xingchen chuckled, and several others rolled their eyes when they heard what he said, what's going on with this guy recently?
Have you become so fond of money? You have to ask for money after killing someone you originally wanted to kill, and then finally put the responsibility on the Xilong Gang. How can you imagine this?
"MD, why are you looking at me with this expression? Now when our Xingyao Club is developing, where can we ask for money? Isn't this just to develop our Xingyao Club as quickly as possible?" Ye Xingchen saw everyone
With an expression on his face, he couldn't help complaining.
"Okay, do you want to kill Fang Zhixu? He has already left..." Ouyang Jun didn't bother to say more to Ye Xingchen and directly changed the topic.
"Of course we have to kill, but not now. Didn't you see those people's waists are all bulging? We didn't come with thermal weapons this time. If we do it now, we will be the ones who suffer. Let's wait until they leave!"
Ye Xingchen shook his head, grabbed the beer on the table and drank another glass, while Kufkarski on the side had already drank a bottle of vodka and three bottles of beer, which made several other people sneer at this guy's drinking capacity.
It's really scary, even something as strong as vodka is drunk as beer.
The few people said nothing more and started chatting with each other. Ye Xingchen kept asking Zhang Jia why his position was still lieutenant. Logically speaking, he had made great contributions during this period.
, at least everyone from the Chrysanthemum Club has now withdrawn from Jinghai City. Regarding Ye Xingchen's question, Zhang Jia directly chose to ignore it. What is your rank in the National Security Bureau? If you get promoted with just a few small merits, that's not just sitting there.
Rocket?
"Should we take action now?" After a moment, Lin Aoxiang suddenly said.
"Move, of course we have to move, but have you seen the leader of the Elephant Tiger Gang? No, right? So, let's just wait here. I'm going to use the toilet, which one of you will go..." Ye Xingchen said to him
Everyone asked, but no one dumped him. As a last resort, Ye Xingchen had to stand up and walk to the bathroom alone.
After squeezing through the crazy crowd, he didn't know how many tofu he was eaten by those hungry women along the way, which made him feel calm. He finally rushed into the men's room, but heard a crackling sound and took a closer look.
Looking, I saw four or five men in their early twenties surrounding a thin boy who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old at most, beating him up. But no matter how hard they beat him, the boy didn't even groan in pain.
He bit his lip tightly with his teeth, enduring the huge pain in his body.
"You brat, you dare to steal my things, don't you want to live?" A guy with bristling hair kicked the young man in the abdomen hard, knocking him to the ground.
However, the young man struggled to get up again, wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth, and stared at these people with resentful eyes.
"Hey, is this kid the reincarnation of Xiao Qiang? He can still stand up after being beaten like this, or is it that Mao Zi, your fist has become lighter?" Another guy with a skull tattooed on his neck laughed contemptuously.
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When the guy called Maozi heard the ridicule of his companions, his anger became even more intense. He slapped the young man directly. The young man couldn't avoid it and was slapped so hard that he staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground. Once again, a smile escaped from the corner of his mouth.
His face was bloodshot, and there were five clear fingerprints on his face. However, his eyes were still full of resentment and unyielding.
"Hey, Mao Zi, have you used all your strength on women? Why can't you even hit a little Mao Zi today? How embarrassing?" The skeleton teased again, his eyes full of disdain.
"You damn skeleton, I will kill this kid today..." The anger in Maozi's heart became even more intense. He couldn't stand the unyielding look in the young man's eyes anymore. He took out a fruit knife from his trouser pocket and pointed it towards the young man.
Poke it out in the lower abdomen.
But just halfway through, he felt as if his hand was caught by iron pliers, unable to move any further. Then he heard an indifferent voice: "I'm just a child. Even if I offend you, I'll just teach you a lesson with my fists and kicks."
Well, why do you need to go under the knife?"
Several young people looked back and saw Ye Xingchen holding a cigarette in his mouth, grabbing Mao Zi's wrist with one hand, and speaking very coldly.
"You brat, you'd better mind your own business, otherwise I'll stab you too!" The boy was obviously very angry.
"Of course I don't like to meddle in other people's business, but I also don't like others to use the knife in front of me..." Ye Xingchen said with a faint smile.
"You..." The man was about to speak, but suddenly he felt his right hand holding the knife loosen, and the fruit knife in his hand was gone. When he looked at Ye Xingchen again, he found that he was holding his own fruit in his hand.
Knife, and the fruit knife kept beating between his fingers. The fruit knife kept spinning in his hand, and even jumped back and forth between the five fingers, as if it was given life. These people like to play with knives on weekdays.
, today I suddenly saw a person who could play the fruit knife so beautifully, everyone was stunned...