Beibei's words made Zhao Qing blush instantly. She hesitated and looked away, then stood up and entered the kitchen.
Qing Qing always thought that her daughter was crying because she was frightened by those people in the milk tea shop. Even Zhao Qing didn't understand why Beibei had only been with Long Hao for a short period of time, so why did she feel that she was closer than him?
At sunset, Hou Bing returned home from get off work and saw his grandfather drinking tea in the pavilion, and walked quickly away.
"Grandpa, let me tell you something new. Long Hao killed someone!" Hou Bing looked a little surprised.
Hou Lao was stunned: "Really? Who to kill?"
"Here's the key. He said he killed our second-in-command's nephew, but in the end the bastard left without incident. Instead, our second-in-command was demoted five levels in a row and transferred to the useless place in Saibei to command.
transportation."
Mr. Hou smiled: "There is an arrangement from above, so don't follow it blindly."
At this time, Hou Bing frowned, stamped his foot and said angrily: "I don't know which bastard poured you some ecstasy soup. Grandpa, I solemnly remind you that if any bastard comes to my birthday party the day after tomorrow, don't blame me for not giving you face.
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"It's an honor for our Hou family to have Mr. Long here. Don't make trouble for me, do you hear me?" Mr. Hou shouted with a serious face.
Hou Bing curled his lips and snorted: "Then we'll see."
After walking out of the pavilion, Hou Bing stopped to think about something. She immediately took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Hou Feng, are you back? Invite the most powerful fighting master from your brigade over. Sister, I want to beat up someone. By the way, send a message to Ouyang Chao and say that Long Hao will be here on my birthday the day after tomorrow.
Here comes the banquet."
"Wucao, sister, what's going on? Are you in love? Who is Long Hao? Why haven't I heard of it?" A man's excited voice came from the phone.
Hou Bing took a deep breath and said angrily: "Go away, just do what your sister said."
After hanging up the phone, Hou Bing snorted: "Asshole, if you dare to come, I will make you look good."
Late at night, smoke filled the office on the fifth floor of an entertainment club in the east of the city.
The beard on Lao Meng's face deepened. Four men stood beside him, and a map was placed on the table.
"Brother Meng, we are going to win half of Ma Biao's field tonight, are we a little short of manpower?" A man was a little unsure.
"The "Blitzkrieg" invented by Hitler back then invaded Tsarist Russia across Europe within a few periods of time. Now we can only use Blitzkrieg to capture half of Ma Biao's field, and we will have capital in our hands."
"Those who are still waiting and watching will take the initiative to move closer to us. Ma Biao has 300 people, and we have more than 100 people. As long as Furong Pavilion is taken tonight, there will be 400 people tomorrow." Lao Meng blew out a smoke ring.
, his eyes were bloodshot.
Lao Meng himself didn't know that since the day his daughter was buried, he would be so familiar with the world when he stepped into the world again.
It only took them one night to go from zero to the first place, and it only took one night to go from the first place to a street.
But now, the cards in Lao Meng's hand are not much worse than those of Mr. Ma. Tonight, he will be afraid of the famous Mr. Ma of Yuncheng!
The hands pointed to 2:30 in the morning. Lao Meng put out the cigarette butt in his hand and shouted: "The five of us are aiming for Furong Pavilion tonight. Are you confident?"
"Have confidence!" The four brothers behind him responded in unison.
"Set off!"
Ten minutes later, from the underground garage of this club, Jinbei cars or small cars drove out one after another, rushing out towards Ma Sanye's territory.
Five of the cars drove from different roads to the most famous venue in Yuncheng, Furong Pavilion.
At four o'clock in the morning, Mr. Ma was awakened by a hurried call.
He turned over and picked up the phone, took a look at it, frowned and put it to his ear.
"Third, Third Master, something big happened. The Furong Pavilion quilt was taken over by that group of foreigners."
People on Ma Sanye's side have become accustomed to calling Lao Meng and the others foreigners. Before, Lao Meng won a street, but Ma Sanye didn't take it to heart.
"What? Furong Pavilion..."
"Third Master, half of our place has been taken over by those foreigners. Our brothers have suffered heavy losses. Why don't we retreat to Orchid Street first and then fight them when we are ready!"
"Fart, Furong Pavilion is my face. My face is gone, why are you making a comeback? Come pick me up right away." Mr. Ma got out of bed with an angry roar.
Pacing back and forth in the living room, Ma Sanye was furious. He picked up his mobile phone and looked up Kong Wen's number. He wanted to call but didn't dare to call.
It wasn’t that Kong Wen had sent dozens of people over yesterday and all of them were arrested for no apparent reason. Now it’s not like he was beaten up in such a miserable state by those foreign gangsters.
"Wen, Mr. Wen, I'm sorry to bother you. I have something to ask you for help... Okay, then I'll wait for the crown prince to come!" Mr. Ma still made the call, and after briefly explaining what happened, unexpectedly,
Kong Wen agreed immediately.
In the car, the driver was covered in blood and asked: "Third Master, where are we going now?"
"When we go to Furong Pavilion, I have already called Prince Jinzhou. He is already on the way and informs the remaining brothers that these foreigners will be cut into pieces tonight!" A cold light burst out in Mr. Ma's eyes.
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After hearing this, his subordinates immediately became excited and immediately picked up their mobile phones to send notifications to the people below.
At this time, there was no guest in Furong Pavilion. Lao Meng was standing on the steps with a cigarette in his mouth, his clothes in tatters, and several wounds on his arms and legs, watching his men doing the cleaning work.
The smell of cigarettes mixed with blood was inhaled into his nose and entered his lungs, which made him feel more awake.
Suddenly, several car lights shone in from outside.
Someone shouted: "Ma Biao's people are coming, everyone is ready."
Lao Meng immediately drew his saber from behind, spat, and stepped forward to rush down.
But he quickly stopped because behind the headlights, he saw groups of dark people rushing in.
Ma Biao no longer has so many manpower. Where did these people come from?
"Retreat, quickly retreat inside and guard the door." Lao Meng raised his arms and shouted. He only took a cursory glance and saw that there were probably no less than two hundred people rushing in from outside.
And he now has less than eighty people.
The people on Lao Meng's side at the front didn't have time to turn back, and soon fought with the people on Ma Sanye's side who rushed in. There were too many of them, and they were quickly cut down to the ground.
"Brother Meng, what should we do now?" A man next to Lao Meng asked breathlessly.
They had retreated to the middle of the Furong Pavilion lobby. Lao Meng looked around. Just now, more than twenty brothers failed to come in. Now there are only more than fifty people.
Lao Meng's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and took out his cell phone, and pulled out Long Hao's number...
Boom, boom, boom...
There was a heavy and huge banging sound at the gate. It was Ma Sanye's people who started to knock on the door.
Lao Meng could feel the extremely nervous emotions of the brothers around him. He lit a cigarette, raised his saber, and roared: "Brothers, if we can survive today, we will be rich in food and clothing, and prosperous."
"Let's go, follow me to guard the gate and chop up Ma Biao." Lao Meng's roar cheered up the people around him, and they all followed Lao Meng with their knives.
Even Lao Meng himself didn't know whether that person could arrive in time? After all, it was too sudden!
Bang!
As soon as Lao Meng took a few steps out, the door suddenly burst open with a bang, and vicious gangsters swarmed in, suddenly surrounding dozens of people on Lao Meng's side.
"If you put down the guy in your hand, if I don't kill him, I can let him go. I only give you one minute to think about it!" With a loud shout, Master Ma and Kong Wen walked in surrounded by everyone.