Chapter 226: The Tiger of Wan Chai, Dies!

Bullets flew across the sky, screams were heard one after another, firearms were the most ruthless, and as soon as they met, blood splattered all over the restaurant from both sides.

A large amount of blood gushed out of Chen Yaoxing's chest. He stepped back repeatedly and fell beside the beam.

The shop owners present had already covered their heads and hid themselves behind tables and corners.

A manager of an electrical appliance store, dressed in a suit, hid behind a pillar.

Seeing the Tiger of Wan Chai bleeding, his eyes gradually lost focus and the hand holding the trigger was still twitching a little.

The once arrogant and domineering image was instantly shattered, and there was only astonishment and pain on his face.

The two Yanbian killers who rushed up the stairs lost their balance and rolled back down the stairs headfirst.

Chen Yaokang opened his eyes wide, exclaimed, picked up his dear boss, and shouted like a madman: "Boss!"

The five new gang members stepped over the corpse and rushed upstairs. When they saw the tragic death of their boss, fear appeared on their faces.

He was not afraid of Chen Yaoxing's death, but was afraid of the fearless killers who kept rushing to the front line.

There is no shortage of desperadoes in Hong Kong Island, but anyone who sees organized desperadoes will tremble in fear.

In this battle, the quality displayed by the Yanbian people is worthy of being called a death-defying warrior!
Ah Le smoked a cigarette and waited at the intersection for no one to come back until the hospital's white car arrived and the nurses came out carrying a stretcher.

He flicked away his cigarette butt, his face full of emotion, and he sighed slowly: "Let's go, all the people are gone."

"Brother Le, wait a moment?"

The driver was holding the steering wheel, his eyes full of pity.

"go!"

Ale said.

Although the exchange of fire in the restaurant was brief, it was very intense. The entire street was filled with gunfire, which did not stop for two minutes.

There's no point in waiting.

Yin Zhaotang was sitting at the head seat at the big round table, peeling raw pickled shrimps and chatting with Zuoshou, Niu Qiang, Jiang Hao, and Sha Hui.

Sha Hui had a smile on his face and behaved very low-key.

Halfway through the meal, I suddenly covered my stomach and ran to the bathroom.

He went there three times in half an hour. When he came back, he looked pale and said weakly, "I'm sorry, Brother Tang, I'm the only one who disturbed everyone's appetite."

"It's okay, Maria, pour me a glass of warm water."

As soon as the master gave the order, the Filipino maid next to him was very attentive and poured a cup of warm water and placed it next to Shahui.

Shahui gulped down half a cup and lowered his head to continue eating the raw pickled food.

"Ah Hui."

"No, don't eat it."

Yin Zhaotang advised.

Silly Hui refused to admit defeat, and sucked the shrimp into his mouth with a slurp, smiling with a satisfied expression: "It's delicious, Brother Tang."

"Silly Hui, you never eat raw or pickled food."

Jiang Hao had a strange expression on his face, as if he was getting to know his brothers and sisters in front of him all over again.

"I eat. I eat all the time."

Sha Hui chewed, but after only two bites, he stood up, holding his stomach, and staggered towards the bathroom.

Suddenly, my legs went weak and I fell to the ground.

"Ah Hui!"

"Silly Hui!"

Left hand, Jiang Hao and others stood up immediately.

Dan Tart went up to him and touched his forehead, saying incredulously, "You have a fever. You picked that star. You have enteritis, right?"

"Eating raw pickled food when you have enteritis!"

Yin Zhaotang's face was filled with shock. He touched his forehead and found it was burning hot.

Jiang Hao cursed and called over two of his younger brothers, asking them to send Sha Hui to the hospital. He said with disdain, "What a fool! He's willing to sacrifice his life just to show off to the boss."

"It's really interesting, Ah Hao, Shahui is worth cultivating." Yin Zhaotang sat back in his seat, drank water, and joked.

I was really impressed by Shahui. In the middle of the conversation, Danta got up to answer the phone. When he came back, he said with a happy face: "Brother Tang, Yanbianzi succeeded!"

"Well done."

Yin Zhaotang, Zuoshou, Jiang Hao and others were all very surprised when they got the news.

"Have a midnight snack first, go back to bed early, and gather some people to clean up the place tomorrow."

"Grandpa is planning to open a new restaurant and occupy more places. If he has a foothold in Wan Chai, many businesses will go more smoothly." Yin Zhaotang instructed.

For example, the brokerage company’s business and the sea sand business.

They can all snatch Chen Yaoxing’s customers.

Jiang Hao stopped eating after hearing this, pushed his chair away and said, "Brother Tang, I'm leaving first."

"I'll go first, too."

Several people on the left said goodbye.

Yin Zhaotang kept the egg tart and said, "First settle the tail with Yanbianzi, then arrange a boat for them, and leave quickly."

Although Axe Jun's position was already shaky, it was still easy for him to deal with a few killers.

Dan Tart opened his mouth and said with regret: "Brother Tang, all the Yanbian boys are dead."

Yin Zhaotang frowned, a little surprised: "Blocked by Xinji? Nine people didn't get out, where is the car arranged by Ah Le?"

If the car is not arranged, the Yanbian people will ask for compensation and they will have to pay more money.

Dantazi shook his head: "Those Yanbian guys were like mad dogs, charging up under the bullets, how come they are still alive?"

"Ah Le bought the death report of Chen Yaoxing and the others from the hospital. There are photos in it. Do you want to take a look, Boss?"

Yin Zhaotang sighed and waved his hand to refuse.

"Don't look at it."

"Remember to give each person 2,000 yuan in consolation money as a token of appreciation from the company."

The Korean middleman in Yanbian only charged a commission of 50,000 yuan each, and the total amount of the group was 450,000 yuan, with a down payment of 300,000 yuan and a final payment of 150,000 yuan.

If every killer is really caught, he may not have 30,000 yuan.

The 30,000 Hong Kong dollars is no longer a reward, it is life money. He may not have even thought about returning to his hometown.

This price is three times cheaper than asking Daquanbang for help, and it is very cost-effective.

The Korean ethnic group in Yanbian was born in a cold and harsh land and is a minority. Their level of civilization is not as good as that of their fellow ethnic groups in neighboring countries.

In the 1980s, both countries on the peninsula had the support of the Big Brother.

One feeds on the value of united front work, the other feeds on the blood wages of the Vietnam War.

Compared with their own people, the people of Yanbian hold their breath and want to live a good life.

Yin Zhaotang had memories of his previous life and knew that there were ruthless people in Yanbian, so he chose the Yanbian people from among the Vietnamese, Indians and Malaysians to do the work.

After all, the people in Yanbian are all Chinese, so they are naturally more trustworthy.

But they forget that the Yanbian people in the 1980s would not have had enough military skills without the participation of "North Korean defectors". But their basic character has not changed, they are ruthless and ruthless, and they directly take human lives.

This battle not only made Yin Zhaotang famous, but also made the people of Yanbian famous.

With the record of shooting the Wan Chai Tiger as advertising and favorable prices, it will definitely get a share of the market.

Dan Tart followed the instructions, found the middleman Lao Pu, took out nine red envelopes from his purse, and placed them on the long table in the rental house: "Just a little bit of your thoughts, give them to their family."

There were nine photos and two fruit plates on the table.

Lao Pu, wearing a yellowed white shirt, sat beside the bunk bed, smoking a cigarette and said, "Thank Boss Yin for me. Come to me if you have business."

"must."

Danta glanced at the black and white photos of the nine people, turned and left, leaving only Old Pu with wrinkles on his face and a weathered appearance.

"By the way, the boss said that if you want wholesale clothing and shoes, you can contact him." Dan Tart suddenly turned back, and Lao Pu raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.

"Okay, I'll come to you after I finish my business." Lao Pu pondered for a moment and then agreed.

He knew that the lives of his fellow tribesmen had bought the Yanbian people a living space in Hong Kong Island. Although it was achieved through the support of others, it was not easy.

(End of this chapter)

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