Today is a memorable day in Queenstown, at least that's what Kee thinks. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ki joined Wild Wolves at the age of nineteen, and now, it has been more than two years.

Not forced by life, nor loyal to the organization, Kei's underworld career comes from family inheritance, and his father is a veteran underworld element.

With the civilization of life and the perfection of the legal system, those days when they took their brothers from the street with machetes are gone forever.

Such an old and bloody thing is only occasionally heard when the big brothers brag to each other in cooking or show off their royal powers, and Ji is actually more accustomed to the days of sitting in the bar box and watching the factory collect money for free in the past two years.

Technology has changed the times, and the times have changed people's lifestyles, including the wolf's.

But today it is not among them.

The young members of the community heard the sad news of Liu Qiang's murder, and then the godfather gathered the people at night - he saw a woman being dragged in with her head covered. The level of enthusiasm made Kei feel an unusual atmosphere, like a wolf who had eaten a vegetarian diet for a long time opening its fangs again.

Gathered in this abandoned factory in the suburbs, there were also twenty or thirty young or old gangsters, most of them were from the Heavenly Wolf Hall, in other words, Liu Qiang's younger brother, who was brought over by Steve to avenge his eldest brother.

The people of the so-called underworld are the first words, and they are united in this name, at least on the surface.

The brother was killed, the eldest was cut down, and being a brother and a younger brother naturally had to do something morally speaking.

In order to gather people's hearts, or to form a subtle cohesion, Steve did this, and Ji was able to understand.

In such a deliberately created atmosphere, false righteousness is like water vapor on a fire, expanding imaginarily. Everyone was in a state of excitement, shouting and waving their weapons.

The atmosphere burned, and then someone smoked cigarettes and shouted, 'that woman,' and then someone tore through their clothes and bared their muscles and cursed back and forth.

In the meantime, Steve, as the boss of the wolf, came out once, calmed everyone down, and then reiterated the reason for gathering tonight - although many people have learned the whole story of the matter through different channels, it is still indignant to tell through Steve's mouth.

Steve, who already considers himself the godfather of Queens, certainly won't add anything to it, but in the soothing statement between the lines, it still makes people feel the most intimate sadness and firmness in the heart of the middle-aged man.

Afterwards, Steve, who was on crutches, paused on the ground with the end of his cane, and someone carried four corpses covered with white cloth on a stretcher and placed them in front of everyone.

Steve took two steps forward with all his strength on crutches. He squatted down and tore off the white cloth, revealing the bodies of Liu Qiang and others.

"Today!

Lying here are my brothers, my family, my children.

We have fought side by side, suffered together, and vowed to live and die together. They are our brothers, our relatives, and they are all good ......."

Steve slowly placed his cane at his side, his knees half-kneeling, leaning forward, facing a corpse, and suddenly ripped open the placket of his shirt.

"This man's name is Vane, and in '95, when we fought with Vichu for territory, he stood behind me, two meters away, and blocked the knife for me...... Now, you see, this is the one, from the collarbone to the lower back, I still remember.

Many of you may not know him, but in my heart, he has always been my family brother. And you guys! Here, in my heart, it's the same......

He's Honda, who was once in prison......"

The godfather's voice was low, as if filtering out all feelings, and sounded cold and firm. He tore open another corpse, pointed at it, and said:

"In Vietnam, if it weren't for the desperate decision of the Liu Qiang brothers, there would be no Steve, and there would be no wild wolf today. Look, look at these gunshot wounds, the day he's here, and I, Steve, owe my brother's ...... a day."

Approaching middle age, the godfather, who was already a little fat and slightly hyperglycemic, stood up with difficulty on his legs, and beside him, a young man who obviously looked like him walked over to support him, but was pushed away by the man.

"But open your eyes and look, open your eyes and behold our brothers, our relatives, where they are now!

Teucer, Teucer Ferron, come here. Don't be afraid of the children, just come here.

The first time I asked you, and only once, in front of all my brothers, you told me, why they were lying here, and did anyone do anything to them? ”

The young man who escaped from Griffith's hands, and the young man who was used by the demon to deliver a message knelt next to the middle-aged man, desperately clasping his head. He is not an official member of the wild wolf, but he is related to the wild wolf, and he is just a fox and a tiger on weekdays.

After Liu Qiang and others had an accident, Fei Lun ran over to report the situation as soon as possible, he was trying to pass the buck, but he only said a rough idea, and he was taken away, and he was not called to the stage in front of the stage by Steve in public until now.

The middle-aged godfather grabbed his cane and tapped on Feron's right shoulder, but his mouth was saying 'face them, kowtow to them'.

Nearly 40 years old, Tok Pheren quickly knelt down, turned in a circle of 180 degrees, and frequently clasped his head in front of the crowd and the four cold corpses.

"Has anyone done anything to them, tell me, kid?"

"Yes...... Someone killed them. Pheren replied with a tearful voice.

These words were like drops of water dripping into oil, causing an explosion and an uproar in the midst of the gangsters. Someone shouted, 'Who did it', someone shouted, 'Say the ****'s name', and in the huge noise, Steve suddenly took a step forward, imposing:

"Tell them, tell them, who killed our brother!"

A huge shadow was stretching from Steve's feet, covering Pheron's back, as if to obscure the sky. His body trembled slightly, like the ice and snow that were about to fall apart in winter, and they were about to collapse and collapse when the wind and grass were blowing.

"I don't know, I really don't know......" Feron was almost incoherent, and the middle-aged godfather pressed forward step by step, he took a step further, and his face was close to Feron's face that was a little bloody because of the kowtow:

"Who is it?"

"I really don't know, I don't know who the godfather is ...... I swear I don't know him...... Oh, ah! The man was a sorcerer, and he had a man-eating devil who drilled into people's mouths, and he had bitten off his head......

You have to believe me, Godfather, you have to believe me, what I say is true......

Also, the man can't be killed, and he is not afraid of bullets...... I saw Boss Liu Qiang shoot him with a gun, and shot him twice, but he was killed by him in turn, and he knows how to witchcraft ......"

The third-rate thug whose full name is Teucer Pheren is nervously incoherent, and the middle-aged godfather's expression has not changed, but the thugs below are a little impatient. The tumultuous clamor surged again, small bits of thought like the buzz of a bee flapping its wings.

"What are you kidding, when we're fools?"

"Did you hear that, he's talking about wizards......"

"This man has a sick brain......"

Regardless of the following comments of a negative nature, the little thug, who was already a little red-eyed, was desperate, and he poured out what he knew:

He ...... He asked me to give a message to the Godfathers:

'Don't bother this girl anymore, she's got bodyguards'...... That's right, that's what he said, with a fierce expression......

Wow, and, and, I remember...... He's a kid. That's right, it's a kid. It's probably that tall, 1.7 meters tall...... His hair is black ......"

"Enough!

Full of ridiculousness!

What kind of place to treat us wild wolves! ”

Before the thug could finish his words, Steve, who claimed to be the godfather of Queenstown, pulled out his crutches and slapped him heavily in the face. Faeron was deflected on the head by the futile beating, and blood quickly seeped into his face and mouth.

"What I said is true, you have to believe me, is he really saying that...... Don't trouble this girl anymore, she's ...... guaranteed."

The red-eyed middle-aged gangster is already a little unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south, he is not a wild wolf person, he knows that he is involved in the big changes within the wild wolf, and if he is not good, he will be killed to vent his anger, so he is even more panicked and anxious emotionally.

But excessive emotional investment sometimes doesn't help people win more space, and Pheren said almost everything he knew in one go, trying to win people's trust, but before he could speak again, Steve kicked him in the chest and kicked him under the table.

The noisy crowd below the platform pushed a few steps away, and when Faeron rolled down, he surrounded him again in vain. Feren tried to stand up, but was kicked twice from behind, and someone stepped on his face, pushing his head back little by little.

"I'm telling the truth,......" Feren tried to defend himself, but before he could say anything, he was kicked in the abdomen, unable to speak.

After that, some people were more severe, and when they saw that Steve didn't speak, they were beaten and punched and kicked even more inhumanely.

The guy named Teucer Ferron was dying with his head in his arms and hunched over. Steve stood on the stage and watched condescendingly with a cold face, until he was sure that the man was incapacitated, then he reached out and pressed it falsely, telling everyone to retreat.