Chapter 47: Jianghu War
Chapter 47: Jianghu War
The atmosphere in the entire restaurant suddenly became boiling, and shouts of killing seemed to be heard from all directions.
Group after group of gangsters climbed in through the windows, poured into the building, rushed down from the upper floors, and rushed out of the kitchen.
Holding iron bars, machetes, sharpened steel pipes and various weapons in their hands, they rushed into the hall and started a melee with the loyalists along the way.
"Kill!"
"Kill the Immortal Tang!"
Most of the brothers who came to participate in the first drinking party did not bring weapons. When they saw a large number of Dong'an men coming to kill them, they quickly moved up chairs to block them.
Some people picked up the plates and threw them, while others found the forks and held them in their hands.
In the martial arts world, fighting over a peace dinner is rare. Sang Kun was a madman for ambush with a large force. He totally disregarded the moral principles of the martial arts world and planned to kill Yin Zhaotang in the restaurant if the peace talks failed.
If Yin Zhaotang could finish drinking the first round of wine and leave the restaurant safely today, Sang Kun would have lived in vain. It is foreseeable that blood will be shed after the falling out.
Yin Zhaotang would be so arrogant to the end and not give any face at all.
Ah Le pulled out the Gurkha knife on the table without hesitation and shouted, "Protect Brother Tang!"
"Protect Brother Tang!"
Niu Qiang and several others on the left hand opened the switchblades they carried with them, held the knives in one hand, and used the other arm to shield the boss behind them, protecting him as he walked towards a window where there were few people.
After Yin Zhaotang jumped off the dining table, he picked up a chair and calmly knocked down a few thugs.
"boom!"
The final blow smashed the chair to pieces.
Among the many Dong'an men, there was a group of vanguards who stood out the most. They had almost no enemies along the way. The leader held a long iron stick in his hand, and moved nimbly, chopping lightly and stabbing heavily, and striking left and right, leading six or seven thugs to kill them directly.
With just a brief appearance, he established his position, scaring the Kwun Tong hooligans into quickly getting out of his way.
Ah Lok recognized at a glance the man wielding the long stick, who was invincible, as the top fighter in the Mong Kok branch of the Tung On Society, "Meng Ren Dong".
Rumor has it that "Mengren Dong" was the godson of "Huoyou", the former leader of the Tung On Society. He became a disciple of "Drunk Monkey", a double-flowered red stick master of the Kowloon Walled City Xinyi Society, and learned the Shaolin White Eyebrow Stick. He has always been Huoyou's trusted bodyguard.
Later, "Keyou" died in a car accident, and Meng Rendong was left without a job or position, and his position in the society was awkward. Suddenly, a gambling debt of Qian Xinji was dug up and demanded to be collected, and Sang Kun stepped forward to pay off the debt for him, and he has been working with Sang Kun ever since.
Such gold medal fighters are rare in every society. They are vicious dogs in the underworld. Whoever they are tied to is often the powerful leader.
Ah Le knew he was no match for his opponent, but he still blocked their way, holding a machete and saying, "Take Brother Tang away first, and leave the gambling dog Dong to me!"
Meng Rendong had red hair, lip studs, and ripped jeans, looking like a hipster who often went to nightclubs. Hearing this, he slowly slowed down his pace, raised his stick, and said with murderous intent: "Boy, are you trying to be a hero? Tiao, I hate it most when people call me a gambler. Three sticks, I'll beat you to death!"
The three words "Dugoudong" always remind him of the night when he was locked in a dog cage, with a gun pointed at his head and his mouth open to drink urine!
Yin Zhaotang didn't bring his best fighters with him, so if something went wrong, his brothers would have to take the blame. If you want to get involved, you have to be prepared to get bloodstained on the battlefield.
He was agile and had martial arts skills, but no matter how good a fighter a boss was, he would not risk his life. The younger brothers were even more afraid to let the boss die. If the boss got into trouble, who would pay for their medical expenses?
Sang Kun also became famous through fighting in his early years, but after receiving the order, he still retreated through the back door, covering his arm.
Therefore, Yin Zhaotang, Niu Qiang, Zuo Shou and others left through the window without looking back. Ah Le took the move, moved his shoulders, and grinned in good spirits: "Flop! Today is my turn to be famous, otherwise, in the future, my younger brother will say behind my back that I got ahead by relying on my seniority and luck."
Jimmy Lai was sitting in a Ford police car. When he saw the Dong'an Society brothers outside the restaurant start to move towards the window, he wiped the rice from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, fed it into his mouth, smacked his lips twice, and said with an unhappy look on his face: "You mother, you just started fighting after you've had enough food and drink, have you ever thought that the sirs haven't had enough food yet!"
"A bunch of beasts!"
Jimmy Lai closed his lunch box and threw it into a plastic bag. He then picked up a cup of Yuanyang milk tea, put in a straw, pushed open the car door, and shouted, "Let's do something, explosion-proof team."
The Kowloon District explosion-proof police who had already been in place were divided into three groups, each group consisting of twelve people, holding shields and wearing helmets, and lined up in neat and orderly formations.
After receiving the order, he immediately drew out the baton from his waist and held it tightly in his hand.
"on!"
A shrill police whistle sounded.
The sound of leather boots stepping on the ground immediately drowned out the sounds of the gangsters fighting. The restaurant used smoke bombs and tear gas, and the gangsters who had been so arrogant just now immediately turned into a group of screaming chickens.
Jimmy Lai sipped his milk tea, half leaning against the car door, looking leisurely into the restaurant, occasionally raising his watch to calculate the time.
"Sir Li, someone ran out from the back door and window."
Lin Guoguang, with a gun hanging from his waist and a headset in his ears, trotted over and added, "I sent a team of guys to chase them."
"Want a bite?"
Li Zhibin handed him the milk tea. He looked at the straw that was bitten into pits and pits, with a panicked look on his face. He took the milk tea and said, "Let me hold it for you, sir."
"That's fine." Li Zhibin put down his milk tea, took out the intercom on his shoulder and said, "Everyone, pay attention. Capture the big ones and let the small ones go. Don't chase them beyond the cordon. Save your energy and prepare to go into the restaurant to arrest them!"
Lin Guoguang said in confusion: "Sir Li, those who ran away are the big fish. Yin Zhaotang, who hit and killed the Thai boy last time, is also here."
Jimmy Lai put on the intercom, took back the milk tea and said, "They are here, they are just minor characters. If they are arrested, lawyers will come to bail them out immediately, and there is a high probability that they will not be convicted."
"Why not bring back more bad guys? First, they can take good pictures. Second, they can make good reports. Third, teach them a lesson. Maybe some of them will go back to school. Bringing them back is saving people. It's a waste of time to chase after those who can't be saved! Or did you take pictures of them stabbing people with knives?"
Lin Guoguang was speechless and sighed, "No."
"That's all." Jimmy Lai patted his shoulder, put the milk tea on the roof of the car, opened the gun bag on his waist, and said, "Go in and do some work. Maybe there are some leftover abalone that you can pack as snacks."
Sang Kun, She Zai Ying and others were escorted by a group of thugs, and walked out of the back door of the restaurant and hurriedly got into a BMW. He picked up a very domineering mobile phone, dialed a number of phone numbers, and cursed angrily: "Tear down the flag of Jing Zhongyi in Yau Ma Tei! Tiao, a rotten head dares to learn to support me, Fat Cat, Lao Mo, let's see if you are capable enough to support me! If not, I will make you all be buried on the same day."
The driver was shocked when he heard this and kept looking at the rear mirror: "The boss wants a gang to challenge a gang today and start a war!"
It seems that the reason why Fuan Restaurant is going to be popular is not only Shenxiantang, but also Sangkun of Dongan Society!
(End of this chapter)