In the west of Xijing City, there is a very elegantly decorated teahouse.

Meng Shaoqiu is not very old, but he has a full shelf, and he sits opposite Hong San with a big grin, and Erlang's legs are about to fly to the sky.

Meng Zhengying, who had a meaty face, stood behind him grovelly, smiling flatteringly.

"Hong San, what are you laughing at?, is the face of our Meng family something that you can trample on as a little hall master?" Meng Shaoqiu took a sip of tea and squinted his eyes and said.

Hong San also took a sip of tea, stared at Meng Qiu's eyes, and replied without humility or arrogance: "The third young master is exaggerating, the Flying Dragon Gang has been doing nonsense in the west of the city for more than a day or two, how can the dignified Meng family become a protective umbrella for hiding filth and dirt?"

Meng Shaoqiu was young after all, and when he heard the words, he couldn't hold back any longer, jumped and pointed at Hong San's nose and scolded: "Your Mingyuan Gang is the number one gang in Xijing City, when it comes to doing evil, I'm afraid the Flying Dragon Gang won't be able to catch up with you, right?" Our Meng family is upright, you clean your mouth for me!"

Hong San couldn't stop laughing again.

"Haha! Why should the third young master be angry? Could it be that I was right? What you said is right, our Mingyuan Gang is indeed the largest gang in Xijing, and has done a lot of things that hurt the heavens and reason, but the third young master, you don't know, this is all the old yellow calendar in the past! Since listening to Mr. Yexia's teachings, our Mingyuan Gang has now changed its past mistakes and changed careers to do legitimate business!"

Meng Shaoqiu also laughed exaggeratedly: "Hahaha! Can a dog change to eat? This is really a great news in the world! The old Song family has always been a family of Xiangma since before the founding of New China, and how many crimes have they committed against adultery and plunder? Why are you changing to a vegetarian diet now? Hong San, what are you talking about and deceiving ghosts?"

Meng Zhengying also echoed and said: "Old man Song single-handedly founded the Mingyuan Gang, in the realm of Xijing, any good man on the road has to give him a thumbs up and praise him for being a hero! Why is it that once he dies, you Mingyuan don't even have a tough man? and he has changed to a legitimate business, which sounds like it makes people laugh out of their big teeth!"

Hong San listened to the taunts of the two in his ears, and he was not annoyed, smiling, his fingers gently rubbing the edge of the teacup.

"Summer insects can't speak!" he muttered softly in a voice that could only be heard.

"What did you say?" Meng Shaoqiu asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing, everyone has their own ambitions, you can't force it, how do we Mingyuan Gang choose their own path, don't bother the two of you, I want to kindly remind the third young master, don't be used as a gun! I have always respected the reputation of the Meng family, whether it is the old man Meng, or Mr. Meng Yu, one of the four sons of Xijing, they are all humble gentlemen with outstanding character, what the Flying Dragon Gang does must be despised by them, the third young master is young, don't be blinded by people with other intentions!"

"Smack!" Meng Zhengying slapped the tea table heavily, and several cups of tea were shocked and splashed on the table.

"Hong San, you dog-legged, dare to preach to the third young master?"

"Loyal to the ear, the third young master should not be disobedient to listen!" Hong San straightened his body and said calmly.

Meng Shaoqiu happened to be a rebellious age, and he was a pampered and arrogant person since he was a child, so he could listen to Hong San's words, and he only felt that he was looked down upon, so he had to find a place to come back.

"Hey, Red Army! Take your people to Qingming Tea House in the west of the city, there is something to do, listen, I will only give you twenty minutes!"

Meng Shaoqiu's face was gloomy, he took out the phone from his pocket, dialed the number of the Red Army, and commanded in a cold voice.

Meng Zhengying hid behind him and raised his eyebrows at Hong San with a gloating expression.

Hong San didn't expect Meng Shaoqiu to turn his face when he said it, but after being flustered for a moment, he immediately regained his composure.

"Are you sure the Third Young Master wants to do this? Don't you ask, who was assigned by me to find the Flying Dragon Gang?"

"Even if Song Mingjie of your Mingyuan Gang is here, you have to give me some thin noodles, not to mention that you are just a dog under him!" Meng Shaoqiu hung up the phone, and his mood finally felt a little more comfortable.

Moreover, when he felt that Hong San said this, he obviously wanted to be a little soft, and began to prepare for him to shirk his responsibility, and the arrogant energy in Meng Shaoqiu's body suddenly rose again.

"Tell you, Hong San, don't tell me anything about beating a dog and depending on the owner's, your master is not that heavy!"

Hong San is really good-tempered, he was insulted by Meng Shaoqiu like this, but he still looked calm.

He picked up the teapot unhurriedly, poured himself a cup of tea, and took another sip before he spoke: "The third young master misunderstood, it's really not what our helper meant to trouble the Flying Dragon Gang!"

"I expected that Song Mingjie was not so confused, and dared to risk offending our Meng family to find fault, let's say, which brainless guy asked you to come?" Meng Shaoqiu asked.

Before Hong San could answer, Meng Shaoqiu's mobile phone suddenly rang rapidly.

Meng Shaoqiu thought that the Red Army had arrived, so he picked up the phone and shouted loudly: "The 'Before the Rain' box on the second floor, you come up alone and let your brother wait below!"

Unexpectedly, an angry roar louder than his voice came from the phone: "Three boys, what the hell are you causing trouble for me outside! Why don't you get back to me quickly!"

"Grandpa...... Why are you?" Meng Shaoqiu heard a buzzing sound in his ears, he was so frightened that he hurriedly took away his mobile phone, and with a shake of his hand, he almost threw the mobile phone out directly, and the caller was actually the contemporary head of the Meng family, Meng Fusheng.

This is the first time in history!

Meng Shaoqiu has been arrogant and domineering outside countless times since he was a child, and he has never seen Meng Fusheng take the initiative to call and scold him.

"Grandpa, you...... How do you ...... Did you call me?" Meng Fusheng is very old-fashioned, Meng Shaoqiu has been a little afraid of this old man since he was a child, and he stammered a little when he spoke for a while.

He didn't understand why he made Meng Fusheng angry, the only thing he could hear was that the old man was very angry, very, very big.

"Do you still have the face to ask? Do you think I want to take care of you little bastard? Let me ask you, where are you now?" Meng Fusheng's voice was as if he had just eaten a ton*, and he was so angry!

Meng Shaoqiu held the phone in his hand, and cold sweat came down on his head unconsciously.

"Grandpa, I'...... I'm out there...... Tea with friends!"

"Still drinking tea? Don't think I don't know what bullshit you've done! I used to think that you were young and ignorant, and you just turned a blind eye to it, but can you have a long memory? Have you forgotten that the Red Army was abolished last year?"

Meng Shaoqiu's face instantly turned pale.

Of course, he remembered how the hands of the Red Army were wasted, and sometimes he often dreamed of that scene in the middle of the night.

The black-clothed figure wearing the mask of Bao Gong has become a lingering nightmare for him!

"Grandpa...... You say that...... What does it mean?" Meng Shaoqiu's heart suddenly had a very ominous premonition, which could make Old Man Meng lose such a big temper, could it be that this time, he really provoked some big man that the Meng family couldn't provoke?

"Heaven is still evil, self-inflicted evil can't live! You little bastard, you really want to drag our Meng family into a swamp and quagmire!" Meng Fucheng sighed, and Meng Shaoqiu's heart was beating in horror.

He turned his head and saw Hong San sitting opposite, looking at him indifferently and smiling, and his heart became a little more nervous, this guy seemed to have never been afraid of himself from beginning to end! As soon as Meng Shaoqiu thought of this, he immediately understood the crux of the problem.

Since Hong San made it clear just now that it was not Song Mingjie of the Mingyuan Gang who sent him, who is his backing?

It is true that Meng Shaoqiu is a gentleman, but he is also a very smart person.

"Grandpa, who did I provoke?" he asked Meng Fusheng on the phone unusually weakly.

"Didn't I just tell you?"

"Ah, when?" Meng Fusheng's words made Meng Shaoqiu feel confused and unclear.

However, less than half a second later, Meng Shaoqiu's eyes suddenly lit up, and then a thick look of jealousy appeared in his eyes, and his whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Grandpa...... You...... You said...... It won't be ...... The ...... that broke one of the hands of the Red Army That one...... The Xijing Night Man?" he forced his composure, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stumbled as he asked.

"Congratulations, good grandson, you got it right!" When Meng Fusheng hung up the phone, he almost gritted his teeth and shouted such a sentence.

Meng Shaoqiu suddenly seemed to have been struck by lightning, holding his mobile phone blankly, his eyes full of horror.

Hong San, who was on the other side, saw his appearance and smiled slightly, knowing that this must be the night man who put pressure on the Meng family.

Hong San guessed correctly.

Zhang Yunxian saw Meng Shaoqiu's aggressive appearance towards Hong San in his mind, and without saying a word, he sent a message to Meng Yu.

In Meng Yu's mobile phone address book, Zhang Yunxian's number is marked as "Xijing Night Man"!

"I'm going to clean up the Flying Dragon Gang and let Meng Shaoqiu stay away from those guys, otherwise I won't show mercy to my subordinates!" When Meng Yu saw this short line of words, he could imagine how shocked he was.

The Meng family was just killed by the night man Meng Ping, a young master, why did these three young masters hit him again?

To say that this third young master is really bold and fat, he has been taught a lesson by Night Man once before, and his most proud bodyguard was abolished by someone in less than a round, but fortunately, Night Man didn't do too much and let him go.

But why is he so blind?

Almost immediately, Meng Yu hugged his mobile phone and told the old man Meng Fusheng.

This is the scene where Meng Fusheng was furious and called Meng Shaoqiu to scold him.

"Jingle bell!" The phone rang again suddenly, which frightened Meng Shaoqiu, and he picked it up to see that this time it was really from the Red Army.

Meng Shaoqiu's eyes suddenly seemed to be about to erupt into flames, he turned his head and stared at Meng Zhengying angrily, and pressed the answer button expressionlessly.

"Red Army, bring your people, bring me the nest of the Flying Dragon Gang, if you dare to resist, cut off your hands and feet, you can do it!"

Meng Zhengying's eyes were dark, and he felt that the world was spinning, and he almost fainted directly.

"Three...... Third Young Master...... What are you doing here?"

"Get out! What kind of bullshit did you do, and you actually wanted to pull Young Master Ben into the water? If it weren't for this Mr. Hong San's bitter words and good words just now, I would have really been called by you as a gun! By the way, Mr. Hong, why did you clean up the Flying Dragon Gang?" Meng Shaoqiu made a 180-degree turn and asked Hong San very politely.

Hong San smiled, pointed at Meng Zhengying and said, "The third young master might as well ask Gang Master Meng, why is he embarrassed by a technical master of Xijing Instrument Factory these days?"

Meng Shaoqiu stepped forward and slapped him with a "snap", and five bright red fingerprints suddenly appeared on Meng Zhengying's cheeks.

"Say, what the hell is going on?"

Meng Zhengying "poofed", collapsed to the ground, and almost cried and shouted: "It's all my loser......"