Chapter 152: Manly Man, Heroic Dream

Jiang Hao handed the knife to his brother Zhaoyao, took three steps forward, raised his fist, and said, "If you are unhappy, give me a fist bump and I, Ah Hao, will fight you."

"But we must put down our weapons and spare our brothers the bloodshed."

Jiu Wenlong laughed twice, raised his knife and pointed it at him, tilted his face, and scolded him with contempt: "Fake benevolence and false righteousness, so hypocritical, cut off my head and fulfill your name of Shuanghua Honggun, you have the best of both worlds, aren't you happy!"

"Ah Hao, don't be a sissy. Don't make me look down on you. Let all the people in the underworld look down on you."

A group of martial arts people who were watching the fight saw Jiu Wenlong personally take the field and thought there would be a big battle.

At this time, they saw Jiang Hao put down his knife and stood still, as if he was going to make peace. They all showed dissatisfaction and stood up and yelled, "Choosing that star, what the hell is the social etiquette?"

"Brothers, I came to Temple Street in the cold wind in the middle of the night to watch you fight and kill each other, not to chat with you."

"Let's talk about social etiquette at the dinner table, not on the battlefield, OK?"

"Hit him to death, Jiu Wenlong, hit him to death with your knife!"

The gangsters were making a lot of noise and shouting loudly.

Jiang Hao raised his fist, hardened his bones, and said with disdain: "Do I need to look at the eyes of a bunch of scumbags to do things? My reputation is proven by me!"

"If anyone dares to look down on me, I will dig out his dog eyes first. But if I kill you today, I will look down on myself."

"Don't get me wrong, you're seeking death, and you deserve it."

"But my reputation will be tarnished. The god of war in other people's mouths is not the god of war in my heart. If you are a man, you must lead the group to fight back one day, and I will cut off your head myself."

Jiu Wenlong's arms trembled slightly, his eyes were a little wet, and he seemed a little moved, but he resisted the urge to bump fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Ah Hao, to become famous in the martial arts world, isn't that the dream of every martial artist?"

"Passing five levels and defeating six generals is something many fighters would never dare to dream of."

Jiang Hao snorted disdainfully, his words full of confidence, and he said loudly: "I, Ah Hao, drive a luxury car, live in a foreign house, and I am the head of Shenxiantang and the gold medal thug of Lao Zhong!"

"You are living a godly life, why dream of being a hero?"

"I go to war to work for the boss, understand?"

Jiu Wenlong's heart was pounding, because he had fought his way through the Kowloon City Arena just to fulfill his dream of being a hero. Unfortunately, those who try to be heroes don't have a good ending.

Just because, the person who owns the luxury cars and villas becomes a hero.

"You have a good boss."

he sighed.

Jiang Hao smiled and said, "I have a group of good brothers."

Jiu Wenlong sneered: "It's only good now, loyalty is bullshit, use it if it's useful, sell it if it's useless."

"This ungrateful and ungrateful world makes the living sick!"

The pain of many years cannot be healed overnight.

Jiang Hao already understood what Jiu Wenlong meant. He put down his arms, shook his head and said, "It's really meaningless. I'll turn around and leave first. If you really want to die, bring your men to fight."

Jiu Wenlong gripped the hilt of the knife, his face solemn, his body trembling slightly, as he watched Jiang Hao turn around and leave.

"It's ridiculous to pounce on your mother."

"Jiang Hao is acting?"

"It's better to go home and farm than to be moved by the world. Damn it!"

The hooligans watching the scene started to curse and some even threw chopsticks into Temple Street, landing at the feet of the Lao Zhong brothers.

Lu Qingdong looked at the street and said with emotion: "Once Ah Hao turned around, the title of God of War was gone."

A man who turns away on the battlefield, no matter what reason he uses, is not worthy of the title of God of War. Fat Cat drank his tea and smiled, "But I admire him even more, he is a real man!"

"Depend on!"

Gao Laosen suddenly screamed, and there was a cry of surprise from the street.

It turned out that Jiuwenlong rushed forward with a knife, and the blade had already landed on Jiang Hao's shoulder.

"call."

Gao Laosen let out a long sigh, his expression relaxed, but a trace of palpitations remained on his face.

"Ah Hao, you have guts!"

Jiu Wenlong's knife was only an inch away from Jiang Hao's shoulder. The more skilled the fighter was, the more he could not help but dodge in front of the knife and axe. Jiang Hao did not even turn his head, patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and said in a clear voice: "Nonsense!"

Jiu Wenlong put down his knife and said with a smile: "Ah Hao, you didn't kill me today, it's your own fault. Don't blame me for being ruthless if you get beaten by Qun Le in the future."

Jiang Hao's face was a little ferocious, but he smiled: "That's great, if that day comes, I will definitely cut off your head."

"Let's go." Jiu Wenlong waved his hand and took his brothers to get in the van and leave. Today, the several hall masters of He Qunle were not present, and it seemed that they were not even interested in seeing off the new master.

Jiang Hao, along with ten of his younger brothers, walked to the front of the Rolls-Royce. Without saying a word, he knelt on his knees, offered his swords with both hands, lowered his head and shouted, "Jiang Hao, the forty-ninth of the Loyalty Hall, fled in fear of a fight, retreated without a fight, and is willing to accept the family discipline."

Zhaoyao, Chuiji, Ajian and other henchmen knelt down together without any argument.

"Zhongyitang's Fourth Nine Zhaoyao (Chuiji, Ajian) retreated without a fight and is willing to accept the family law. Please, big brother, execute him!"

After the bloody battle between the five men, the brothers around Ah Hao changed one after another, but every brother was convinced of Hao's bravery, and the loyal fighters even regarded Hao as an idol.

Because of the presence of Jiang Hao in Zhongyi Hall, people in the underworld had to exclaim “a fighter comes from loyalty and righteousness”.

But now Jiang Hao retreated without a fight because of his momentary willfulness. According to the novel, he lost the face of the society. To put it bluntly, he betrayed the order and was expelled from the society.

Yin Zhaotang, wearing a suit, stepped out of the car, holding a cigar in his mouth, and stood in front of Jiang Hao. At this moment, all the people in the street looked at him, expecting how Shenxiantang would deal with Ah Hao.

If he doesn't punish him, everyone will say that he can't control his younger brothers. If he punishes them, it will make his brothers feel disheartened.

He took the beer bottle handed to him by Niu Qiang and smashed it on Jiang Hao's head: "Bang!"

He threw away the bottle again, clapped his hands and said, "Don't let it happen again!"

If Yin Zhaotang had ordered his brothers to charge, Zhaoyao and the others would have rushed with Ah Hao, but he respected Ah Hao because Ah Hao was his brother. However, as a Zhazhi, brothers are important, and rules are also important.

The beer bottle was just a formality. If the society wants to hold him accountable, he will take responsibility.

Jiang Hao's head was bleeding, but his body was motionless. The brothers kneeling behind him stood straight with no change in expression.

A beer bottle is too light, and three cuts and six holes in it are not considered enough.

"I dare not do it again!"

Ah Hao replied.

Yin Zhaotang flicked the ash off his cigarette, smoked his cigar, and said with a smile: "Should I help you up, or do you prefer to kneel? Then kneel until dawn?"

Gao Laosen pouted and muttered, "Brother Mao, teach Atang a few moves when you have time. This is not how I teach."

"Know it."

Fat Cat put his hands behind his back, returned to the card table, and drank tea from the pot.

Lu Qingdong was not satisfied and felt itchy, so he invited him, "Two more rounds?"

(End of this chapter)

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