Mitsumasa Tokugawa took a step forward with a short knife in hand, and on the open horizon in front of him, scattered but endless people were running towards him screaming. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The young head of the Tokugawa family tilted his head a little naturally, and just as he was about to draw his knife, a phone rang in and out......

"Hey, Tokugawa, it's me, I don't change my name or change my surname, Quan Jichi Xue Yijie, hey, that's right, I'm Xiao Xue...... It's great that you've arrived...... Something, surrounded, stay around the house, Ashi, it's so dangerous, Tokugawa, you have to come and rescue me...... By the way, I forgot to tell you, they have guns, bring two howitzers and come down...... What, you've come down, Ale's West, can you go back......"

Griffith took the phone and said something incomprehensible, and the content of the conversation was confused, but it probably sounded like he had an accomplice coming, listening to the dialogue between the two sides, and the accomplice of the Asian in front of him was probably the second or fifth boy who dared to enter the tiger's den in Longtan alone. Black gold's lips twitched when he heard it, he didn't know what was good or bad, they were very funny, and he just said that he was going to go, and he really thought it was a movie.

Dare to do such a thing single-handedly, for Heijin, who is more than half a hundred years old and has experienced many vicissitudes of life, it can be described in one word as 'Biao', an unreasonable Biao.

However, this person's unreasonableness inadvertently debunked the fact that the black gold members surrounded the box, and it can be regarded as accidentally saving the life of the same spurring Asian boy in front of him, otherwise when the black gold elite outside the door broke in, he would directly be dead.

Thinking of this, the old man's face darkened. He rubbed his index finger and thumb against each other, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, what happened to the young people in TM recently, what happened to the movies after watching too many movies, one by one I don't know how thick the sky is, and the scholars create Longtan. You don't even have a gun, what kind of are you doing.

The matter had simply been spread out, and the old man who was over half a hundred years old in a meticulous white suit slowly raised his head. The man's forehead was full of wrinkles, his forehead was flushed with beating, and the corners of his eyes were clearly old age spots, telling the fact that the old man was dying.

However, even if he is too old to open his legs, his teeth are constantly biting things, and his words are not clear, he is still the uncrowned king of Langshan. The old man is like a demon sitting up from the mud, with a deep and brilliant temperament, with a mountain-like consciousness and freedom, and in the eyes of most people, he is still the person whose status is too big to touch. He saw the young man's reaction after hearing that he was surrounded, read the other party's expression, and pursed his lips unremittingly: "Young people have blood, I like it." But after all, you are too young and not stable enough, have you ever heard someone say that you can't do things......"

But before he finished speaking, the man opposite with heavy eyebrow lines slammed the butt of a gun in his face: "I will kill your mother, a dead old ghost, pit me, let people ambush me outside the house, Lao Tzu TM almost fell on the road - too insidious, scared Brother Pee, scared Brother Pee......"

Griffith's butt smashed in vain and decisively, perhaps completely unexpectedly by the old man, because of the force that was a little heavy, the old man who was hit in the cheek and head held the position of the smashed head for three seconds......

The young man didn't care about him triumphantly, and after this time, the old man turned his face slowly, and there were still slender strip scratches on his cheeks: "You...... Very good......"

When the old man said this, his rhetoric and face were unusually flat. However, the young man who had just hit him with the butt of his gun was angry, and when he heard the old man's strong mouth, he smashed the butt of the rifle on the old man's head without saying a word.

duang！ It was like the sound of rotten wood being beaten.

This time, the butt of the gun was exactly at the point of the old man's skull. I only heard the empty sound of the butt of the gun hitting the skull, and the old man was smashed directly on the ground by this force, bleeding from his head, and the whole person was stunned.

"Stinky and shameless, and you still try to praise me, praise me and don't beat you, naïve ......"

However, this series of changes made everyone in the room a little stunned, whether it was Old Jack or the black and gold cousin of the dog-headed military advisor, at this moment, he only felt that 10,000 grass and mud horses were rushing away from his heart.

"This ...... This Nima ......"

What the hell is going on with you?!

With mixed emotions in their heads, they looked at the young man, who was still scolding, and began to count as soon as he entered the room and sat down. The other party's unexpected actions always hit people's nerves one after another.

First of all, the domineering negotiation environment created by Heijin was deliberately created, and he wanted to do business with Liwei to reduce the price, but he was pestered by this person, which made the atmosphere not up or down. It's a pity that in order to negotiate this big business involving human organs and take more initiative in it, the black gold boss is ruthless, and even cut off the fingers of old Jack, who has been loyal to him for many years.

In other words, it is estimated that the person who is most in the heart at this time may be the loyal little brother Old Jack who sacrificed in vain to create an atmosphere for the boss. Kindly solicited business, and in all fairness, it was lawful, but I didn't expect it to end up like this. The most important thing is that the 'Arab' who forced Black Gold to cut off his fingers, he ...... He...... . It turned out to be a fake!!

The old man in white, who was sitting on the edge of black and gold, clearly remembered that the moment the young man threw away the wig cover, the indescribable expression of the old Jack holding his severed finger was like eating. Anyway, this person must have been stunned at the time, and the monologue in his heart may be 'Lao Tzu TM's fingers are cut, you show me this?!' ’

The second puzzling point is that Ah Jin and Moray Eel were captured.

Under one roof, two people with a gun in their hands can still be knocked down, and at such a distance, none of the bullets fired hit the young man, this Nima really needs skill.

At that time, Hei Jin gave an order, Ah Jin and Moray Eel immediately shot, and the young man in the black trench coat turned around and rushed back...... This scene was seen by everyone sitting in the room, and it was quite clear.

The young man in the black trench coat obviously didn't dodge much, and the two wastes that had spent a lot of money and a lot of money to invite them couldn't hit them alive or dead, and in the end they were close to each other, and they fell down when they touched it, with a crisp rattle.

And this is indeed a living fact, but when it comes to Ah Jin and Moray Eel, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience.

As for the strength of these two heavily supported thugs, no one knows better than Heijin. He once had the two of them locked up in a secret room with ten special forces on duty, and the end result was that the outnumbered Ah Jin and Moray Eel defeated each other and walked out covered in blood.

And the two of them, who are so tough and sharp, tonight's performance is simply funny, which is really incomprehensible.

Of course, the most unexpected, and even surprising, is that the nervous young man actually beat Mr. Black Gold, once, again, again.

And it's the kind of slamming and smashing with the butt of a gun, and shouting and scolding while knocking. That's Mr. Heijin, the king of the entire Lang Son underground world, you hit with the butt of a gun?!

But then again, people act like they're playing cards, and the messy way they play their cards in front of you can be overwhelming at first, but in the end it's just a waste of opportunity.

Although the person in front of him doesn't know what's going on, most of the elites of the dignified black gold organization are fully armed outside the door, will it make you fly away.

By the way, and your little friend who didn't know whether it was righteous or biao who dared to come over single-handedly, oh, I forgot to mention, this young man has indeed gone to the underground headquarters. Because the shouting, the cacophony and the occasional demonstration-like gunfire outside the box are enough to prove it.

Everything in the world has a source law, in the eyes of old Jack, the young man named Xue Yijie in front of him has come to an end, no do no, die, this world is so realistic, why do some people not understand.

An earthworm-like stream of bright red blood ran from the old man's scalp, wetting his hair, and running down his left cheek. The old man named Heijin was in disarray, but with a calm expression, he held on to the chair that was crooked to the side and slowly stood up. He straightened his suit, which was a little wrinkled from the fall, slowly straightened the bench, and sat back in his original position with a blank face, looking up at Griffith, but not speaking.

"Old man, don't think that I won't dare to beat you when I'm old, and I'll look at me...... I don't know why, the longer I live, the more my brother doesn't like you old immortals, so he likes to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf...... Look at me, still looking at me, looking at me again, what's the matter, unhappy, wronged?! I'll beat you to death......"

The young man who claimed to be Xue Yijie of Quan Ji Chi stared at the table with his left hand, and he was furious, and the whole person stood up, as if he was about to beat someone again. The other old man sitting on the edge of the black gold subconsciously turned sideways when the former stood up, and he seemed to want to block in front of the black gold. was stopped by the latter's reprimand: "Let him beat ......"

At this time, the noise outside the box door became more and more intense. Someone had already fired, someone was shouting 'stop, stop, ......', and there were people knocking on the door in the meantime......

The old man looked at the somewhat neurotic young man and tilted his head, all these things were entering the expected trajectory little by little. The uncrowned king of the underground world of Lang Son clasped his left hand on the back of his right hand, overlapped it, slowly raised his eyes, and his wordless momentum rose again at this moment: "Black gold is an absolute fortress that I have spent seventeen years building, from elders, deacons to the lowest level of thugs, there are a total of 134 people, one is counted as one, all of them are heroes in each - my black gold is forty out of sixty this year, more than half of my life, although it is not vigorous, but it is not inactive...... In my life, the proudest thing is not to break through Shazui Bay, not to personally cut down the mountain ghosts sent to the Eastern District, nor to unify the black market in Langshan, but black gold, the black gold that I have cultivated with my hands, the real indestructible steel organization from the inside out......" The old man paused and smacked his lips: "The real black gold is not afraid of being ...... by fire money"

Speaking of this, the expression on the old man's face was full of pride. The career that a person has spent half his life on, whether it is good or bad, is worth remembering. And as the founder of the behemoth of the Black Gold Organization, the old man's mood at the moment is probably somewhat similar to that of the general of the horse leather shroud when he looked back at his hundred battles. He looked back at Griffith indifferently and calmly: "Are you ready to die......

The thin old man's expression was solemn and solemn, and the corners of his mouth and the micro-expressions on the outside of his cheeks were slightly upturned, revealing the corners of his mouth that looked at the world. But as soon as he had finished speaking, the shouts and shouts outside the door suddenly stopped in vain. The old man was stunned for a second by the sudden silence, which seemed to be a turning signal tone, representing something. He thought for a moment, and then, he continued in a suppressed tone of indifference and joy: "You see, as Wo expected, the battle is over, your friend is dead, killed......" The old man spread out his palm, and his palm was loosely turned outward: "The weak eat the strong, this society is like this, you can't fight me, and you can't add friends...... Well, get ready, I'm going to send you on your way. ”

The young man named Xue Yijie listened to the old man's words, and his head was subconsciously crooked. The man's mouth pursed, as if he was about to say something, but at this time, outside the box, a sonorous footsteps from far and near were coming step by step.