A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

In the bird club, Changmao Xiong was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but overturned the mahjong table in front of him.

Sanjou, who was lying on the ground, quickly kicked off his legs and moved back a short distance quickly to avoid the mahjong tiles that were thrown at him.

But after dodging the mahjong tiles, a mobile phone was thrown directly in his face.

I picked it up subconsciously and saw that it was the one the prince had just used before.

The screen is lit at this time, and the icon showing the phone card shows the symbol of not inserting the card.

"Brother Xiong, we have been fooled!"

Sanjouo stood up immediately, holding the phone and looking at Changmaoo anxiously.

When he said before that Banyan Tree Head was his territory, that was completely nonsense. It was a treasured place near Temple Street. The fact that he had a few stalls in it was considered a big deal.

"You fucking knew it a long time ago, do you really think everyone is as stupid as you?!!"

Changmao Xiong shouted hysterically and kicked off two mahjong table legs that were flipped over and buckled on the ground.

I thought that the prince had just come forward in person, and Jiang Sheng also called to make a promise, and he would have someone to support him.

Now it was obvious that the father and son who had been newly remembered were playing tricks on each other.

He will not be naive like those bad guys who just debuted, thinking about living in the world, and making people risk their lives with a promise from a big shot.

But who would have thought that people with the status of Xinji and his son would go to such great lengths to deceive people like them.

You know, the fact that the prince just joined forces with them to deal with Mad Dog Luo has been spread among the people.

Does Xinji really care about the face of his own club?

"Damn, we're in trouble this time. We caught Chen Zilong, Mad Dog Luo won't let it go... By the way, Chen Zilong?!!"

Sanjou's mind also calmed down at this time. After exclaiming, he looked at Changmao. The prince had just left. Now, Changmao was the most powerful here.

"What the hell are you still doing? Go and save people!"

"If Chen Zilong dies, we will definitely not be able to survive. If he is alive, we can still have an explanation with Mad Dog Luo. The worst we can do is pay compensation..."

After speaking to Sanjou and the others, Nagamao pulled out a pistol covered with tape from under the stool he was sitting on just now, kicked open the door of the box they were in, and ran towards a small box on the second floor of the Seiko Hall. go.

Sanjouo behind him quickly followed suit. When he ran to the vase at the door, he reached out and pulled out a pistol from inside.

Now only Brother Bao and Peking Boy, who had just played cards with the prince, were left in the private room on the first floor.

The two of them looked at each other after seeing the scene where Shagoro and Sanjou drew their guns.

"Stop hiding it. Did you bring it with you? Take it out... If you ask me, you guys from Hong Kong are insidious, not like us Thais..."

"Don't take me with you when you talk, I didn't even take you with you today!"

After shouting, the two men sighed, pulled out the machetes from under the other tables, waved them feebly, and ran after Chang Maoxiong and the others towards the box where Chen Zilong was detained.

"Brother Prince asked us to do something."

In the box, Chen Zilong's hands were tied behind his back and he was leaning against the window with a cigarette in his mouth that he had obtained from the person guarding him.

A newbie hung up the phone and said something to several people in the room.

Afterwards, everyone stared at Chen Zilong, who was smoking a cigarette.

"Watch what I do. Just do it as soon as the prince tells you to do it!"

When Chen Zilong was speaking, the cigarette miraculously stuck to his lips and did not fall off.

"Okay, let's get started."

The guy holding the phone put it away and pulled out the butterfly knife with a smile. After a few cuts, the blade was revealed and he walked towards Chen Zilong with a smile.

"Several bosses, I was fooling around with Brother Luo. Even if you kill my Prince Gang, you won't end up well."

"Hey, hey, why don't you come over here? My boss, Brother Luo, kills without blinking an eye, and he will be punished. Do you know what his previous name was? His name was Blood Hand Luo. He was a ruthless character who chased and killed hundreds of people..."

While Chen Zilong was talking to delay, he moved along the window sill in a direction away from the others.

Outside the door, Chang Mao Xiong rushed up with a pistol, but was stopped by several new fighters guarding the door, and the two sides confronted each other at the door.

"Don't make it difficult for us. The prince has given orders. No one can see Chen Zilong without his orders."

Changmao Xiong didn't waste any time and directly raised his gun.

But Xinji's beater didn't show any fear at all. He opened the buttons of his suit, revealing the black shirt underneath, and said, "If you shoot me, you will offend the prince to death. Think carefully before..."

boom!

Xinji Dazai's chest was hit by a bullet, and a hole was opened along with the door behind him.

"Damn it, the prince just wanted to kill us, so why should we offend him?"

Sanjou Xiong, who was behind Changmao Xiong, moved the muzzle of his gun towards the other Shinki Dazi who were blocking the door.

"Damn it, I can't leave anymore, kill them!"

Seeing that the leader on his side was killed by bullets, Sanjouo was obviously not going to let them go, and the remaining Shinki Dazai rushed up directly.

With such a close distance, the opponent would be killed by the knife in his hand if he fired at most.

Within three steps, the sword is so fast that it rushes into the street.

Bang bang bang….

The long-haired male also fired, retreating while shooting. The same goes for Sanjouo behind him.

Damn it, the prince couldn't move just now because Jiang Sheng was behind him. If he moved, he would die, but who is behind you?

Prince Gang?

If Prince Gang didn't have a good father, he would be nothing!

After the gunfire, several new fighters lay down a few steps away from the two of them.

Kicking open the door, Changmao Xiong raised his gun and took aim.

However, the imagined scene of Chen Zilong being killed was not seen. Instead, Chen Zilong was sitting on the ground, while several new fighters who wanted to kill him fell to the ground and screamed.

A rope fell to the ground by the window, and the traces at the break were obviously broken by friction.

"Brother Xiong... you don't need to use a gun, right? Brother Luo and I, Brother Luo kills people without batting an eyelid..."

Chen Zilong smiled and let go of Xinji Dazai's neck, which was held under his arm, and quietly touched the butterfly knife he just held with his other hand.

Temple Street, the only way for the convoy of Xinlianying gangsters to pass, a group of temple street gangsters blocked the street and looked at the dozens of double-decker buses coming from the opposite direction with unkind expressions.

"This is Temple Street. You Xinlianying bastards are not welcome to come in, especially the fucking cowards!"

A guy holding a bullhorn shouted when he saw the bus approaching.

When the bad guys on the street heard this, they immediately shouted loudly or used steel pipe machetes to hit the railings on the street and started to boo.

"Brother Kun..."

The driver looked back at Duan Kun in the car, with an obvious intention to let him make an idea.

"Crash it over." Duan Kun had a crazy smile on his face, put his arm around the driver's shoulders, lowered himself to his ear, and looked through the windshield at the bad guys on the street who were obviously paid.

"I said bump into it, don't let me say the second sentence!"