Chapter 225: Martyrdom

Chapter 225: Martyrdom

Chapter 225: Martyrdom

"Ahao, come back early, let's have supper together, and call Shahui to join us." Yin Zhaotang was in a good mood after receiving the call informing him of the news, and he even wrote down Shahui's name.

In recent days, Shahui has been a little out of the ordinary.

It is normal for the boss in Jordan District to have several talented people under him. It is a good opportunity to recognize their faces.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Jiang Hao agreed respectfully, put away the antenna of his mobile phone, and said, "Shahui, you're famous now."

"Boss, please treat you to a midnight snack tonight."

Shahui is a little over 1.6 meters tall, very short but plump.

Under the envious gazes of his brothers, he touched his head and said with a simple smile: "Brother Hao, do you have a foot massage?"

The thug Explosive C held a machete and looked unhappy: "Brother Tang wants to promote you, Silly Hui, can you think about something serious?"

"Pick that star, massaging his feet isn't the right thing to do!"

"You should hit the pipe?" Sha Hui cursed back rudely. With his intelligence and talent, he was expected to be promoted by the boss.

It's obvious that Bao C is jealous of him!
Jiang Hao tried to smooth things over: "Okay, we'll talk about it when we get back to Tsim Sha Tsui. Silly Hui, I'll treat you to a foot wash tonight. Bang C, I'll get a pretty girl to give you a blowjob."

"It's just a small matter, why are you arguing with me, brothers?"

Yin Zhaotang beckoned Wang Zhijun over and whispered, "Dajun, has Ah Hao dealt with the assassin? Can you give me a call?"

Wang Zhijun took the mobile phone and nodded, "I'll make the call."

He walked out the door, dialed a number, talked for two minutes, then returned to the house, put the mobile phone back on the table, looking much more relaxed.

"Boss, promise to stop."

Without the killer to pay the final payment, the Big Circle Killer has no motivation to do things to the end.

Yin Zhaotang opened the refrigerator, took out a few bottles of soda and handed them over, smiling gently, "Thank you."

"It should."

Wang Zhijun replied.

Yin Zhaotang raised the soda bottle and said sincerely, "If you hadn't helped, I'm not sure whether they would be willing to let go."

There are quite a few ruthless people among the Big Circle Boys, so a middleman to mediate is very important.

"Just helping the boss."

Wang Zhijun clinked bottles with him with a smile on his face.

The boss does things in moderation and doesn't kill everyone, so we feel at ease working with him.

Unlike the Hongmen members who always talk about loyalty, they do things based on their conscience.

He opened the door with his left hand and entered the living room. He saw the big boss and the big circle boy drinking soda. He looked a little surprised, but greeted Wang Zhijun politely.

Wang Zhijun respectfully called the person, took the two bottles of soda left on the table, and did not forget to close the door when he left.

Zuoshou realized the change in address, and sat on a chair in front of the water bar, looking surprised: "Boss, have you hired those big circle guys to work for you?"

"From now on we are all family, so stop calling people by their names." Yin Zhaotang drank his drink without paying special attention to his left hand.

If he wants a drink, he can get it himself.

Zuo Shou couldn't say he objected, but he was instinctively alert and said in a low voice: "Boss, the Big Circle Gang has a lot of agents, so you'd better be careful."

"If he's an agent, you should show more respect to him to avoid being reported." Yin Zhaotang is not really afraid of the agents.

Seeing this, Zuoshou stopped reminding and got down to business: "Yanbianzi has already landed."

"When will we start?"

Yin Zhaotang knew that the people of Yanbian were fierce, but in Hong Kong Island, the Yanbian killers were among the coldest people.

"Ah Lok is taking them straight to Wan Chai."

The left hand replied.

Yin Zhaotang frowned: "No rest for a day?"

There are gang members to do the scouting, but we just arrived by boat and rushed to Wan Chai in a hurry. We don’t have enough energy, so what if we mess up the job?
Zuoshou explained, "Ah Le said that after receiving the down payment, the Yanbian guys were eager to get the balance and would not wait even for a second."

"It's really crazy to be poor."

Yin Zhaotang cursed, but he gained more confidence. Poor people have to work hard to earn money.

Jin Dazhong and eight other brothers from the same village crowded into a van, eating instant noodles.

A Le threw a few bottles of water to them. They chattered in Korean, which confused him.

Fortunately, the leader, Jin Dazhong, could speak Mandarin and uttered a clumsy "Thank you." Ten minutes later, the van stopped in front of Hong Yun Restaurant on Wan Chai Road.

Jin Dazhong opened the car door, with a black star on his waist, got out of the car with his eight brothers, and strode straight to the restaurant.

Today, noon.

Chen Yaoxing invited the bosses of Wan Chai Road to a banquet, hoping to stabilize the business in the area.

Leaning on Lao Zhong's place only brings a little profit, but Hutchison has been flirting with the bosses for several months.

If Hutchison takes away the territory, we won’t be able to get it back even if we kill Shenxiantang.

The Xinji brand still worked, and many bosses came to the banquet out of consideration for their friendship. During the banquet, Chen Yaoxing promised some benefits and threatened them, so the bosses did not dare to disrupt the banquet.

Five Xinji thugs were standing guard at the entrance of the restaurant. When they saw nine Yanbian guys get off the car, they did not move for a while.

This is because Jin Dazhong and his group all had tangled hair, pale faces, and thin bodies, and their clothes were patched.

The gangsters in Hong Kong may not all be wearing designer clothes and gold and jade, but they can still eat slop without starving like beggars.

Until Jin Dazhong hurriedly arrived within seven or eight meters of the restaurant door.

The five new clerks smelled the gunpowder and quickly put their hands on their waists, pressed the handles of their knives and shouted, "The restaurant is closed. Sorry, we won't serve you!"

"Xiba!"

Jin Dazhong quickened his pace, used the momentum to jump, and crushed a new recruit with his knees.

"Oh!"

He stretched out two fingers and dug into Xinjizai's eye sockets, and screams immediately rang out on the street.

The remaining eight Yanbian men had already cut the throats of the four men cleanly and neatly.

The guys fighting at the doorman at the restaurant entrance must be very sharp in their fists and feet, but they don't have any firearms.

The screams of the thugs were a warning to those upstairs.

Chen Yaoxing was already seven-tenths drunk and suddenly woke up. He stood up and took the gun handed to him by his younger brother Jikang. He pulled the trigger hard, raised his gun and aimed at the stairs with a dark face.

Three gunmen who were sitting at a small table on the second floor drew their weapons, rushed to the stairs and guarded the passage.

"bang bang bang"

In the lobby on the first floor, gunshots rang out in succession. Most of the thirteen bodyguards who had just taken action fell to the ground in a burst of gunfire.

Two of the Yanbian guys were shot, one in the vitals, and they staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

One of them endured the gunshot, ignored the rest of the people on the first floor, and followed his clan brother directly to the second floor.

The Yanbian guys didn't consider tactics at all, they just rushed up the stairs one after another.

It's fast, but very revealing.

"Bang bang bang."

The three gunmen at the stairs, seeing that there were a lot of people and they were coming in a fierce force, hurriedly pulled the trigger, emptied the magazines, and shot down everyone in the passage.

But after three men fell, the remaining five stepped on the corpses, exchanged fire head-on, and rushed all the way up.

Jin Dazhong led the charge and was shot five times, becoming the first to die on the battlefield.

He never forgot his uncle's words until his death.

"It's not easy for people from Yanbian to survive in Hong Kong Island. To be a killer you need to be famous."

"The people in the Big Circle Gang are so ruthless that everyone goes to the Big Circle Gang. People from Yanbian only charge half of the Big Circle Gang's money, but they can never get big business."

"This is a rare opportunity. A big company has asked us to do something. We must make Yanbian people famous!"

"From now on, the lives of Yanbian people will be valuable."

The nine of them had arranged their funeral affairs and brought their entire clan to Hong Kong, just to sacrifice their lives for the benefit of their family.

In this world, everyone has their own circumstances, and different nationalities have different predicaments.

Killers are divided into different levels, and those who risk their lives are divided into different levels!

The three men in front fell down, and the three behind rushed forward again, until the last two men rushed upstairs, recognized Chen Yaoxing at a glance, turned the gun around, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

Chen Yaoxing fired back.

(End of this chapter)