The next day, with the help of Fang Zhong, Lin Feng chose a cemetery for Qin Lian, as for Qin Lian's funeral, it was handled by Lin Feng and Yuan Meng, because Qin Lian's relatives could not be contacted, the whole funeral was very simple, and at the same time, about Qin Lian's sister, Lin Feng also said to Fang Zhong and Jiang Weiguo to help find it, so this busy, the time of the day passed quickly.

At night, Phoenix Pavilion Villa.

"What is your ideal?"

"My dream is to become a gangster with countless brothers under him, eating together, drinking together, and shooting together..."

Ten years ago, two little children were on the beach, looking at the boundless sea, and expressed their great ideals.

Recalling that moment, Lin Feng was like a lifetime away, and he didn't expect that ten years later, Lin Feng would meet the brother who wore the same pants, peeked at the beautiful woman taking a bath together, and nibbled on a steamed bun together.

"Dragon Teng Gang, Fuji Erlong, hehe!"

Lin Feng smiled very happily, they are all orphans, they don't know what is called mother's love, and they don't know the greatness of father's love, in Lin Feng's childhood, there is only brotherhood, and Fuji Erlong, is the brother who grew up with Lin Feng from the welfare home, ten years ago, Lin Feng went north, and since then the two have lost contact, but the kind of brotherhood that is hard to remember and share weal and woe has never been extinguished.

With a smile, Lin Feng put the stack of materials in his hand into the drawer, turned off the lights, and went to bed, tomorrow is the day of the Southern District Four Gang Conference, Lin Feng needs to recuperate.

Early the next morning, Lin Feng drove away from the Phoenix Xuan Villa.

Near the Arc de Triomphe, Lin Feng smoked a cigarette and walked around for half an hour, and then, his figure flashed, and he did not enter the alley, and when he reappeared, Lin Feng had already entered an open window on the second floor of the Arc de Triomphe along the sewer pipe, and five minutes later, Lin Feng mixed into the crowd of men in suits, and the Arc de Triomphe had exclusive and unified suits, not only that, but each man in a suit wore a headset, which was not only used to contact and page, but also a security measure to instantly confirm the situation at the scene.

As for where did Lin Feng's suit come from? This is not a very difficult thing for Lin Feng, just find a single man in a suit, ask a few words, but directly put it down and faint, and then, things are much simpler, change into the other party's suit, wear a good headset, imitate the voice, is bright and bright, and becomes a subordinate of the Arc de Triomphe, as for why he did this, the reason is very simple, knowing oneself and knowing the other side can win a hundred battles, Lin Feng has only been here once, and it is only the first floor, and if you want to get more internal information, in Lin Feng's words, you can only go deep into the tiger's den。

No, just talking about vigilance, the inside of the triumphal arch is obviously tighter than the outside, three steps and one sentry, five steps and one post, each aisle is full of men in suits, with cold eyes and indifferent expressions, and at a glance you know that it is not an ordinary peripheral small role.

The four-gang conference was arranged in a temporary conference room on the third floor of the Arc de Triomphe, and the interior layout was very simple, a long conference table, with a few seats, nothing more, but in Lin Feng's eyes, it was full of dangers.

The conference room is located on the east side of the third floor, and the time is exactly in the morning, and the golden sun, with its light, is sprinkled all over the conference room, shining brightly.

Such conditions, analyzed by Lin Feng's profession, as long as a sniper is arranged on the high-rise building on the east side, then everything in the entire conference room will be completely controlled, including life.

As the organizer of the Four Gangs Conference in the Southern District, the host Zhu Dachang had already sat in the conference room with a smile on his face, and Steward Liu stood respectfully behind him, his lips moving, and the two seemed to be whispering and talking about something.

Arc de Triomphe, in the shadows.

"Big brother, the Dragon Teng Gang and the Tiger Gang are already downstairs!"

"How many people came?"

According to his brothers, there were about forty people. ”

"Forty or so people, hehe, it's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and his courage is not small, but it's okay like this... Pass the order down, and everything will go according to plan!"

"Yes!"

……

"Ba helps!"

On the second floor of the triumphal arch, it is the reception place, the Babang is the first of the three gangs to arrive, with more than 20 people, all strong men, walking in the first place, naturally it is Ma Tianhong, the leader of the Ba Gang, with steady steps, eyes like torches, sweeping the room, with an invincible momentum.

"Ma Gang Master, Chang Ye has been waiting for a long time, please upstairs!"

The little brother in charge of the reception has a good look and good courage, seeing Ma Tianhong's big horse golden knife, he strode over, and hurriedly greeted, those who came today are all people with faces on the road in the south district of Jinhai City, originally it was not his turn to do such a big thing, but, for some reason, in the morning, Steward Liu came to him and asked him to be in charge of today's reception.

However, no one noticed that Ma Tianhong at this moment, there was a touch of resentment in his eyes, yes, the power of the Arc de Triomphe is indeed very huge now, it can be said that black and white are all-encompassing, but the overlord gang is not an ornament, it is also one of the best second-rate gangster forces in the southern district of Jinhai City, he Zhu Dachang is awesome, just sneer, my Ma Tianhong is not as good as him? Today, at the Four Gangs Conference, he actually arranged for a younger brother to come out to greet him, is his Zhu Dachang's shelf a little too much?

"You two come with me, the others are waiting here!"

Fortunately, Ma Tianhong is a person who knows how to forbear, and then, after leaving such a sentence, he strode straight up to the third floor as if nothing happened.

"Brother Zhou, it's all right!"

At the entrance of the Arc de Triomphe, Fuji Erlong walked side by side with a man, the man was thirty years old, thin, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, white and white, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like a mixed path, but like a teacher, in fact, don't say it, Brother Zhou in Fuji Erlong's mouth, his full name is Zhou Tai, he was indeed a teacher, but some changes happened later, which made him embark on a road to the underworld.

"What can I do, but you Erlong, did you do that?"

Leaning over his face, Zhou Tai said softly with a look in his eyes, although the two of them are the leaders of a gang and have their own camps, but in private, the two are quite connected, and the two gangs are quite harmonious on weekdays, and there is no business or conflict of interest, so over time, the Dragon Teng Gang and the Tiger Gang have become allies.

The smashing of the Arc de Triomphe is widely rumored among the gangs in Gimhae City, but this single-handedly determined figure has always been a mystery and is still unknown to this day.

"I did it, Brother Zhou, aren't you laughing at me, I have this character in the Longteng Gang?"

Hearing this, Fuji Erlong smiled helplessly, to be honest, he really hoped that the Longteng Gang had such a powerful character, and when it came to powerful characters, Fuji Erlong couldn't help but think of a person, an eternal boss in Fuji Erlong's heart.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Fuji Erlong was suddenly silent, Zhou Tai poked his elbow and asked, in Zhou Tai's opinion, Fuji Erlong is a righteous brother who can stick a knife in his brother's ribs, and it is precisely because of Fuji Erlong's personality that Zhou Tai will be honest with each other and call Fuji Erlong a brother.

"Hehe, it's okay, I think of a brother from before!"

Exhaling deeply, Fuji Erlong straightened his chest and said helplessly.

"Is that what you often talk about, the brother who separated ten years ago?"

"Well, it's been ten years, and there's still no news!"

Ten years, seemingly short but long, in these ten years, Fuji Erlong tried many ways to find Lin Feng, but after all, there was no news, however, Fuji Erlong firmly believed that Lin Feng was still alive, and one day, he would definitely come back, and at that time, it would be the time of the two brothers, Dragon Teng Kyushu.

"Longteng helps!"

"The Tigers have helped!"

At this moment, at the staircase on the second floor, the little brother who was in charge of reception matters shouted loudly.