Chapter 145 Victory, great victory!
Chapter 145 Victory, great victory!
"The leader of the Zhongyi Hall is Jiang Hao, one of the four young masters of Shanghai Street. He previously killed La Jiang from the Dong'an Society and is the number one fighter under the Shenxian Hall."
"Just a record of killing Straw Sandal La Jiang, is that enough?"
"Shen Xian Tang is a businessman who seeks honest business. He rarely does street raiding and bullying. Even the thugs under him lack opportunities to stand out."
"Jiang Hao always rushes to the front when doing things, he must have some ability."
At the stall, the people in the martial arts world saw the two parties coming on stage and started to talk.
Jiang Hao and Da Hu are both well-known in the Kowloon area, and those who come to watch the game will definitely know about them in advance.
The fighters gained fame as soon as they appeared on the stage.
Axe Jun, wearing a jacket and eating fried sausages, said with a smile: "The winner tonight is bound to be the hot fried chicken!"
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You have to risk your life and fight for your reputation with your fists. You have to accept it." Chen Yaoxing said with narrowed eyes.
"A Xing, remember that you used to hang out in Lao Zhong, right?" Du Lianshun suddenly asked.
Chen Yaoxing nodded slowly, with a look of reminiscence on his face: "At that time, Jing Zhongyi was still a sunset!"
Hetu Daibeijun drank a bowl of tofu pudding and sat on a chair and said, "The leader of Jiuwenlong is Dahu, who once defeated Zhang Kuang from the Number Gang and is quite famous."
Dabu Niu shouted at the side: "What are you so arrogant about? He was a figure from more than ten years ago. He is only in primary school now!"
"Hahaha!"
The Number Gang's henchmen burst into laughter.
Although Zhang Kuang was a senior who was eliminated in their number gang, the henchmen had never even seen him and would not admit it.
Dabu Niu shouted, "It's open. Jiang Hao wins and I'll give him two to one. Da Hu wins and I'll give him five to one. I'll bet 1 yuan on Ah Hao first, because Mr. Yin is taking care of my business!"
"I bet on Dahu."
"In the past few years, Da Hu has been running an electronic game hall by himself, leading a dozen brothers and fighting off people with the surnames four or five. He is quite fierce."
The gangsters present placed their bets one after another, and several dealers opened gambling games. The odds of different dealers were slightly different. You could bet on the win or loss of a single game, or you could bet on the winner of five games.
After all, passing five levels is actually a best-of-three game, but the chips at stake in each round are human lives.
"In fact, there are a few capable fighters in Zhongyi Hall, such as Zhuang Xiong from Causeway Bay, Liu Chuanzong from Tongxian Street, and Jiao An with eight arms." Chen Yaoxing reported several names from his memory.
Du Lianshun was stunned and said, "Didn't Zhuang Xiong come from the white paper fan?"
Axe Jun was delighted: "Hahaha, maybe I can see Baizhishan in action tomorrow."
In the rainless night, Niu Qiang held up a large black umbrella to block the boss's figure to prevent people from taking pictures.
Yin Zhaotang took out a machete from Hua Pi's backpack and handed it to his brother who was going into battle.
Jiang Hao, Chuojiao Jin, Sha Hui and others took the sharpened machetes and tied their palms and the handles together with a red cloth.
Jiang Hao deliberately bit the cloth with his teeth to tighten the strip.
He just loosened his teeth, raised the knife and shouted loudly.
"Zhongyi Hall, loyalty is here!"
Ten brothers, holding machetes in their hands, followed the boss step by step towards the middle of Temple Street.
"Zhongyi Hall, loyalty is here!"
The shouting was not loud, and even sounded a little lonely in the empty Temple Street.
But their firm steps and brave expressions made the big bosses present look at them sideways.
Fat Cat, Tall Sen, Skinny Ghost, Big Mole, Liang Jiacong, Lu Qingdong and others stopped their card games, came to the window and looked at their brothers in the club, showing surprise one after another.
The thin ghost shouted, "This is the son of my Zhongyi Hall. He has not brought shame to the Chaoshan people."
"Atang is a good leader." "He has great momentum!" Liang Jiacong and Lu Qingdong praised him with admiration.
He Qunle Caoxie Dahu and ten brothers armed with machetes have also stepped onto the battlefield, lined up in a row, and calmly approached Jiang Hao little by little.
Kowloon Regional Chief Superintendent Yu Shaoze stood in a rented room on the fifth floor of a market building, smoking a cigar and looking at the grand scene of the underworld on the street below. He said contemptuously: "If the underworld people had conflicts and all resolved them by arranging fights like this, I wonder how much trouble the region would save."
A police inspector nearby laughed and said, "Sir Yu, many guys will lose their jobs if this happens!"
"Isn't it good to save some money for the taxpayers?" Yu Shaoze flicked the ash from his cigarette and said with a smile.
The police hate gang fights, where hundreds of people show off their horses. It's not nice for reporters to take pictures, and it affects business activities, which creates a lot of political pressure. They prefer the gangs to pick a time and settle things privately.
In this kind of early morning operation, with 20 people killing each other, Yu Sir just wanted to applaud. Because there would be no photos left, it wouldn't be on the news, and a bunch of bad guys would die, which would improve social order.
When Jiang Hao was still 20 meters away from Da Hu and the others, he suddenly stopped and shouted, "It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only a moment to use it. The boss has treated us well. Brothers, follow me and kill!!!"
"kill!!!"
Chuojiao Jin, Qiangshui, Shahui and ten other people shouted out all the depression and fear in their hearts, almost shouting at the top of their lungs, and their momentum directly overwhelmed He Qunle.
Da Hu, who was in the group, was a little dull, his face was a little nervous, he clenched the knife in his hand, and only said one sentence: "Go!"
He then rushed forward with ten carefully selected thugs from the four gangs of He Qun Le.
As soon as the two teams collided, the difference in strength was visible to the naked eye. This was because the fighters from Zhongyi Hall were like hungry tigers descending from the mountains, abandoning their defensive positions, leaving gaps, and risking their lives to get the first blow.
On the other hand, the gang members of He Qunle seemed to have their own thoughts and were hesitant. They lacked the determination to fight to the end. They failed to seize the opportunity in the first place and were frightened by Zhongyizi, who knocked down three of them in one encounter.
Axe threw away his handsome chopsticks, slammed the table and yelled: "You idiot He Qunle, you don't have any courage at all, go home and feed your child!"
"pick!"
"Hutchison is a bunch of weaklings. Is there anyone who can fight? It's not fun at all!"
Most of the martial arts people present were cursing loudly, looking very angry, and truly looked down on He Qunle's cowardly behavior.
Jiang Hao chopped Dahu's left arm with one knife, tearing a fierce gash. Especially when he saw Dahu's terrified expression, it aroused his bloodiness, and he picked up the knife and chased after him.
"Come die!"
Clang.
Da Hu blocked with his sword and easily blocked the knife that was about to cut his neck.
There was a flash of surprise in Jiang Hao's eyes, and he kicked Da Hu's ankle.
The scene of a one-on-one fight and mutual destruction that the underworld bosses hoped to see did not occur. After just a short encounter, Zhongyi Hall gained the upper hand under the leadership of Jiang Hao.
Afterwards, the brothers supported each other and easily knocked down seven of the gang members. The remaining three gang members actually turned around and ran away in panic with machetes in their hands.
"Garbage group fun!"
There was another round of shouting and cursing at the stall.
Yin Zhaotang did not go upstairs to watch the fight. He leaned against the door of the Rolls-Royce, smoking a cigar and watching over his brothers. He saw Jiang Hao and his men knock down He Qunle.
He was wearing a suit and a loose tie, and he strode into the battlefield, proudly raised his right arm, and shouted: "Zhongyi Hall!"
"Loyalty is here!!!"
The victorious brothers turned around, raised their machetes and responded loudly.
The seven brothers who were intact supported the three fellow disciples who were stabbed.
Yin Zhaotang opened his arms, hugged the bloody Jiang Hao tightly, and lifted him up high: "Wansheng!"
"Wan Sheng!"
(End of this chapter)