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The next day, Yuen Long District, the second floor of Chun Sheng Mahjong Hall.

Touma Jun was leaning on his desk with both hands, his face was ashen, and he was roaring like thunder.

"Master, even a cart full of goods was burned to ashes, and you guys were ordered to rush out on the street to keep an eye on me. Did you have cow dung stuffed in your ears?!"

The few confidants who were lucky enough to survive the attack last night lowered their heads and did not dare to raise their heads to reply.

"One or two, they are all useless losers. Seeing you look like this makes me upset. Get out of here, get out of here!"

Amid the roars, the boys walked out dejectedly with their heads hanging down.

Tou Ma Jun slowly sat down, but he was still breathing heavily, and his anger was still lingering.

Millions of goods were burned to ashes, and Shi Yeran, his right-hand man, also died...

Damn it, little Guihang, where did he get the news that he would take goods from Lau Fau Shan?

Could it be that those uncles were helping behind Xiao Guihang again?

Very possible!

Touma Jun bit his thumbnail and frowned.

These goods were borrowed from Dongying. If the loan hole of several million cannot be filled, the people in Dongying will definitely drag him to fill the sea to feed the fish.

He still wants to stand up, but it seems that there is only one way left for him...

Take advantage of the opportunity the night after tomorrow to capture Xiao Guihang in one fell swoop. When he takes the leading position with Ngee Ann, this hole may be filled with the club's account!

Thinking of this, Touma Jun managed to cheer up, and just as he was about to grab the phone on the table, another rash boy suddenly pushed the door open and broke in.

"You mother's bastard, don't you need to knock on the door to enter the boss's room? I still need to teach you this!"

Touma Jun, who was already upset, became even more irritable. He picked up the ashtray on the table and threw it away.

The younger brother was startled and did not dare to dodge. He could only let the ashtray hit him and grimaced in pain.

The anger in Touma Jun's chest subsided slightly, and he suppressed his impatience and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Brother Jun, there are rumors outside this morning, there are rumors..."

Halfway through the conversation, the younger brother started stumbling again.

"Speak quickly if you tell me what to say. If you keep stumbling over your words, believe it or not, I'm fucking you?"

"There's a rumor out there that Brother Jun, you borrowed some money to buy goods and got burned. Now you owe Dongying several million."

After the younger brother finished speaking, he swallowed and looked down at Ma Jun's face, as if he wanted to confirm the authenticity of this matter.

"Look at your mother, you just believe whatever people outside say. Don't you losers have any brains? Get out!"

Pretending to be angry, he kicked his younger brother out of the office, and Touma Jun slumped down on the chair, feeling very tired.

After announcing that he was going to seize the position and leaving the tea restaurant after a big fight, Xiao Guihang's moves were like a combination of punches, one after another.

The place was raided, he was held back with a gun when he wanted to take revenge, millions of dollars worth of goods were burned to ashes, and now he is still using rumors to sway his subordinates...

Xiao Guihang, that bastard, what book did his father send him to read in the mainland?

Sun Tzu's Art of War?

I'm so tired. The smooth road to the top suddenly took a turn for the worse. This time Touma Jun really experienced what it means to be exhausted mentally and physically.

After slumping on the chair for a long time, Touma Jun suddenly raised his hand and slapped his cheek, straightening his waist again.

It's too early to say it now. So what if he owes Dongying millions? He still has a chance to turn around!

As long as you can take the leading position in Ngee Ann and use the society's accounts, you can completely settle these debts.

Tomorrow night, Jiande Stadium...

Xiao Guihang, wait for me!

Tou Ma Jun secretly felt angry, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed the number that he had failed to dial just now.

"Ayong, please pass on my message. At nine o'clock tomorrow night, ask all the brothers to go to Jiande Stadium. This time I want Xiao Guihang to completely lose his skin!"

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Touma Jun blew his whistle in a big way, obviously he couldn't hide it from others.

Under the inquiring of the interested parties, the news about the battle between Prince Ngee Ann and Tou Ma Junjiang at Jiande Stadium quickly spread.

As soon as the day came and the sky was just getting dark, many local dwarf mules came here to watch the battle, so as to save bragging rights for the future.

It's a pity that they came here in good spirits, but they were destined to return in despair.

After all, it is related to the leading position of the society. Even though He Ngee Ann has long been in decline, it is not difficult to book a venue at Jiande Stadium.

As waves of troublemakers were "persuaded" to leave, those who had received invitations from the third uncle and those from Ngee Ann finally arrived one after another.

"Brother Long, Brother Zhu, you are here."

The younger brother who was guarding outside the stadium slightly nodded his head. Shang Wenlong glanced around and asked curiously: "Where is the third uncle?"

"The third uncle is not feeling well and will not come today. The fifth uncle and the seventh uncle will come to watch the game on his behalf, but they haven't arrived yet."

"Okay, let's go in and wait."

Asking his younger brother to open the iron door, Shang Wenlong was about to take a step forward when a low and charming voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Long Zai, you came so early to compliment me. Why do you always tell me that you are not available when I ask you to compliment me?"

Damn it, that’s so damn bad!

Shang Wenlong couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, but turned his head away with a smile on his face.

"You're kidding, Sister Wei. Choosing the leader is a big deal. What's more, it's my third uncle who calls for the leader himself. No matter how busy I am, I don't dare not come."

The person who was called Sister Wei by Shang Wenlong had exquisite facial features and a beautiful face. She wore a tight-fitting red dress and showed off her graceful figure unscrupulously. Her long and round thighs were wrapped in black stockings. She also wore a pair of high heels at her feet.

In terms of appearance, she is not even inferior to Miss Hong Kong in the beauty pageant.

But she is so enchanting and beautiful, but she has a nickname that most men don't like.

Pretty demon.

Yes, although he is always called Sister Wei, he is an out-and-out man.

"The number one red stick is Di Zilong, the horse king is pretty Yao Wei, and the pig boy Wu who likes fighting with others, we and the five red sticks of Ngee Ann are finally going to get together for once."

Accompanied by annoying evil laughter, a skinny man with a sinister face also staggered over.

Ignoring the angry looks between the two Shang brothers, the man raised his chin at the pretty Yaokai.

"Beautiful Yaokai, you always want to call Dian Zailong to cheer you up, but why have you never thought of me? They are all with the red stick of Ngee An. If you ask, I will definitely be there."

"You?" Pretty Yaokai glanced at the man and sneered disdainfully, "You only have a few ounces of meat. If you think about it, I'm still afraid of killing you by stabbing you to death."

The man was not embarrassed when he was scolded in person, he just stared at the scoffing man with a sinister smile, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Long Zai, don't pay attention to this silly line. Come, I will accompany you in."

Pretty Yaokai was too lazy to pay attention to the man, showed her charming smile again, took the initiative to step forward, and reached out to hold Shang Wenlong's arm.

"No need, Sister Wei, I'm still anxious to see Mr. Hang, so I'll take the first step."

Shang Wenlong dodged pretty Yaokai's hand and hurriedly took Shang Wuzhu into the stadium, not forgetting to curse secretly in his heart.

A physiological abnormality and a psychological abnormality wanted to come early, but they actually bumped into them...

What bad luck, what a bad luck!

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