Chapter 31: The Luck of Righteousness: Bloody Fight!
Chapter 31: The Luck of Righteousness: Bloody Fight!
This time, the only lucky signs for burning incense are "Courage" and "Justice". The former is to bless himself to win the battle, and the latter is to bless his brother Jiang Hao to win the battle!
Yin Zhaotang chose the latter without hesitation - the destiny of righteousness!
Although, judging from the price of paying tribute to the gods and fulfilling vows, the cost of the fortune with the word "righteousness" is much higher than that with the word "courage", but both fortunes seem to have a bad omen.
If Yin Zhaotang chose the courageous character and rushed to the scene now, what would have happened to Jiang Hao in the meantime?
You know, one lottery ticket only covers one person.
Yin Zhaotang can draw out the fortune to bless his brothers in the incense hall. In essence, he is lending his own fortune to his brothers. He has to repay the gods and fulfill his vows by himself.
If he chooses to use up his luck and rush to the printing factory to take the lead, Ah Hao will have to rely on himself!
Ah Hao is not only his brother, but also his right-hand man.
To make a living in the underworld, you can be without smart people under your command, but you must have fighters.
The harder you beat the man, the smoother things will go.
Yin Zhaotang had no intention of becoming a Red Stick boss like the Five Tigers and Ten Heroes of Xinji, so he needed to cultivate a Red Stick talent by his side.
You can't rely on your strong fists to get out of Kwun Tong, and become a weakling after getting in.
Moreover, talents like Jiang Hao who have kung fu, courage, and ambition are always the trusted thugs around the big red sticks, and they are not so easy to train.
After all, just supporting a person to practice boxing for two or three years would cost more than 100,000 yuan, not including the cost of hiring a boxer for lessons.
In Hong Kong Island, there are only big brands like Sun Kee and Shing Wo that have professional coaches, and they train more fighters. It is still unknown whether there is Ah Hao who can fight.
So, protecting your brothers comes first!
As for the fame in Hong Kong in the word "Yong" (勇) movement, it looks very impressive, but if you rely on your fighting ability to become famous in Hong Kong, you will be on the police force's anti-gang list in the future, but not on the invitation list for the return dinner.
Yin Zhaotang really likes the words "famous in Hong Kong", but he doesn't like today's famous in Hong Kong. As for the price of signing the fortune to thank the gods, it is always the last factor to consider.
If you want to make a living, you either become extremely rich or your whole family becomes wealthy (or your whole family dies), it’s your choice.
He doesn't even have the courage to pray to God and make a wish. He is a useless person who was born to be stepped on by others!
"Let's go, inform the brothers to go directly to the printing factory and don't let any Dong'an boy go." Yin Zhaotang didn't say much and hurriedly left the rental house with the egg tarts, not forgetting to lock the door.
La Jiang took a deep puff of his cigarette, with a hint of impatience on his face. He raised his leather shoes and rubbed the face of a Kwun Tong boy with disdain in his eyes, cursing loudly: "Tiao, why don't you Jing Zhongyi come? If you don't come, I'm going home for supper!"
Rumble.
Several beams of light shone into the factory, and six motorcycles came speeding over, attracting the attention of the Dong'an Society fighters present.
The thugs who were smoking and chatting suddenly perked up, picked up the iron rods, steel pipes and machetes at hand and stepped forward.
Jiang Hao came on a motorcycle with his brothers. There were two or three people in each car. They came in groups, roaring. They were the most typical street gangsters.
The gangsters parked their cars in front of the factory gate and jumped out of the cars quickly. Two of them threw their backpacks to the ground, and the bags made a clanging sound.
The thirteen brothers rushed forward, scrambling to grab weapons from their backpacks, standing side by side behind Brother Hao, staring ahead with fierce eyes, and moving forward step by step.
Ma Wei grabbed Niu Qiang, whose face was covered in blood, and said sarcastically: "Brother Hao, you came just in time. If you were half an hour later, your henchmen would be dead." "Fuck your mother, you occupied our Jing Zhongyi's place without even saying hello. Fuck your mother, La Jiang, you come out in straw sandals to pretend to be a red stick and learn how to fight from others. Do you think your kung fu is strong enough!" Jiang Hao walked forward with a helmet in his left hand, and a spiked tiger finger had been put on the tip of his right fist when he parked the car just now.
There were several brothers who respected Zhongyi lying on the ground. One of them was stepped on by Spicy Jiang. Niu Qiang, who was watching the factory, had his mouth cut open. His body was covered in blood. Jiang Hao's eyelids twitched and he threw out his red helmet and shouted, "I'm going to chop you up first tonight!"
"Dry!"
La Jiang saw the strong wind coming from the helmet, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. She grabbed the chair next to her with one hand and threw it up: "Bang!"
There was a sound of glass breaking, the helmet visor shattered all over the ground, and the three and a half pound helmet flew out at an angle.
La Jiang's arms were covered with bulging veins, his shoulders and back were broad and strong, and he was able to use a cumbersome wooden chair to knock the helmet flying, which showed that he was quite skilled in martial arts and he really showed off his skills to the Kwun Tong guys.
"You are a loyal and righteous student, you haven't even grown all your hair yet, but you are trying to imitate others and get involved. Today, your adopted grandfather will tell you that Jiudi is also a big shot!"
"Look down on me, Spicy Ginger?"
La Jiang lifted his foot and loosened the rascal's sole. Instead of rushing to do anything, he grabbed the corners of his clothes and lifted them up, revealing his muscular body and a majestic picture of a roc spreading its wings on his chest.
I saw the lifelike wings of the Dapeng, which were tattooed on the two bulging pectoral muscles. The bird head with a hooked beak and vertical pupils was embroidered on the chest, which was quite scary at first glance.
The tattoos of gangsters are not only scary, but also a symbol of status and identity. Ordinary gangsters are not qualified to have tattoos all over their backs and chests. If they are discovered, it will be regarded as a provocation and they will be beaten by gangsters.
Don't underestimate the psychological impact of social labels on people. Several Kwun Tong boys who rushed forward visibly slowed down their pace, while Ma Wei and others became even more arrogant: "Another one who dares to speak ill of my boss!"
Jiang Hao, however, was unstoppable, raising his fist, slowly approaching, and punching quickly, decisively knocking down the two Dong'an boys. Seeing Niu Qiang's miserable state, he did not hold back at all, and his sharp tiger fingers made several bloody holes in a circle, directly piercing the bodies of the Dong'an boys, who knelt on the ground and screamed.
La Jiang's stripping appearance also completely aroused Jiang Hao's desire to win. After quickly knocking down the two men, he slightly accelerated, took two steps, ignored Ma Wei who came forward to challenge him, and directly attacked with a leap forward kick to La Jiang's chest.
La Jiang was well prepared. He dodged sideways flexibly and nimbly avoided the sudden attack.
"Fuck, you are quite skilled, you must have practiced before, no wonder you dare to shout at me! Very good, Yin Zhaotang doesn't dare to come, then I will deal with you first!"
He witnessed the strength of the Kwun Tong boy in front of him with just one move, and was extremely surprised and took him seriously.
He pulled out a Gurkha knife from his waist and held it in his hand. The curved blade formed a wedge shape, which could produce a chopping effect without bending his arm.
Jiang Hao's quick kick missed, and he turned around and punched, returning to the position facing La Jiang. His eyes fell on the Gurkha knife, showing the pressure.
Although he made fun of Lajiang's identity as the sole of the straw sandal, he had just deliberately left a gap behind him as a trap to lure the enemy, but Lajiang didn't take the bait!
It can be seen that La Jiang really relied on fighting to get to the top, not on taking the blame, seeking favors, or giving out red envelopes.
When it comes to weapons, the principle that an inch longer is an inch stronger, and an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous always applies.
Tiger finger versus saber! Jiang Hao was undoubtedly at a disadvantage, but he still had the mood to raise his middle finger to La Jiang and shouted loudly using the counting method in the boxing ring: "One round!"
(End of this chapter)