A legend, just opened, closed silently.

This has also become a regret in the hearts of many people, and later, many people are speculating whether Yang Dong was killed by the enemy.

But now, Yang Dong is back.

Wearing a suit, the tiger head who was selling insurance knocked on the door from door to door, and was rejected again and again.

Looking at his suit, he felt uncomfortable, and he didn't know when this kind of day would end.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and the tiger head standing at the door of the house answered the phone, and his gloomy eyes burst out in an instant.

One by one, he ripped off his suit and ran out like a mad run.

At the same time, many people have a variety of identities like this tiger head, but they all share a common past.

That's the bloody years.

The casino in Tsim Sha Tsui, the shelling of the flower shirt and leggings broke the gun in his hand, "He is not dead yet?" ”

"We just got word that Knife Boy is gathering their former brothers!" A subordinate reports.

"Gather brothers, this is the rhythm of grabbing territory with us!" The cannon grinned.

"Master Pao, are we sure we want to go against Yang Dong? You know how fierce he was back then! "These subordinates who were originally to the right, that pair of Yang Dong were very afraid.

"Waste, it was back then, and now our power is stronger than at the beginning to the right, how many people can he Yang Dong gather? Am I still afraid of him? The cannon threw the club with his broken hand towards the man.

"Go and find the Russians, I want to see how powerful Yang Dong is!" The face of the cannon is hideous.

In the evening, Yang Dong wanted to arrange Bai Yu and Yu Min into the hotel, but these two people had to follow, saying that they wanted to see the authentic Hong Kong Troubled Boy.

Yang Dong took the two of them to their small bar.

As soon as Yang Dong came in, the people inside rushed over, and when they saw Yang Dong, they all grinned, and hugged Yang Dong when they came up.

"Tiger Head!"

"Pheasant!"

"Ah Qiang!"

"Pheasant?" Bai Yu was attracted by the name pheasant. "What about Chen Haonan?"

This kid named Pheasant shyly touched his hairstyle that was the same as that of the Crazy Boy, "He is my idol, I was influenced by him and became a Crazy Boy, so I also took the same name as him." ”

The power of example is endless, no wonder Huaxia wants to ban the old boy.

Tiger Head became an insurance officer, Pheasant went home to help his father run a wonton shop, and Ah Qiang went to a travel agency to work as a ground pick-up.

Knife boy took out the good wine from the bar and greeted the brother who came back.

Yang Dong raised his glass, "Brothers, Yang Dong is back, after drinking, follow me to talk to the cannon force!" ”

There was a cheer below, and at this moment, they seemed to have returned to their original heyday.

But after a while, the brothers outside came to report that the men who were being forced to enter the street.

During this time, the power of artillery coercing grew, but they were not in a hurry to attack Yang Dong's territory.

He was waiting, without Yang Dong, the group of Dao Boy and their group would slowly disperse.

The street where the bar is located has always been the territory of the knife boys.

"How many?" Dao Boy hurriedly asked.

"Two or three hundred people, all with knives in their hands!"

The knife boy panicked all of a sudden, there were two or three hundred people on the other side, all of them holding knives in their hands, and they were only thirty or forty people here.

And most of the brothers have not done it for a long time, and if they really do it, they will definitely suffer.

"Brother Yang, say something, if you want to do it, we will do it!" Tiger Head lowered his glass.

Yang Dong smiled slightly, and took a sip of wine gently, "The cannon is scared, don't worry, wait for them to come in!" ”

"Keep drinking!"

A few minutes later, the bombarders had already reached the door of the bar and surrounded it.

Yang Dong is very calm, but the knife boy is no longer calm, "Copy guy!" ”

"What for?" Yang Dong said coldly. "Did I speak?"

"Brother Yang, but—"

"Listen to yours or to mine?" Yang Dong squinted at him.

The knife boy was very frantic and drank the wine in the cup.

At this time, there was a loud laugh outside, and the cannon in the flower shirt and leggings walked in with a group of people laughing.

"I heard that Brother Yang is back, so I specially came to welcome Brother Yang!"

Yang Dong turned around and looked at this cannon force, "Shibei should be impressed for three days, when I left, the little gangster cannon is now a big man!" ”

"Presumptuous, is your boss's name also called?" A thug behind him pointed at Yang Dong and scolded.

The cannon forced a slight smile, "How did you talk to Brother Yang?" Brother Yang back then, that was beautiful! ”

"The scenery back then? Our cannon master scenery is the present! The little thug said disapprovingly. Outdated things, then you have to accept fate! ”

"How the fuck are you talking?" The tiger's head is fierce and will rush forward.

"Stand down!" Yang Dong shouted.

The tiger head retreated unwillingly.

Yang Dong stood up and walked up to the little thug, "I've been away for so long, it may indeed be a little outdated. ”

"Brother Yang, the little brother is not sensible, don't be like him!" Cannon said with a smile.

"However, there is one thing in the Tao that will never go out of style, and that is the rules!" Yang Dong ignored the artillery pressure. "I am a senior, you have the ability to overthrow a senior. But you have to give respect to your seniors, because one day, you too will become your seniors, and you will also be overthrown by young people. ”

This little thug turned his head and didn't pay attention to Yang Dong's words at all.

"For those who don't follow the rules, I, Yang Dong, generally salute first and then soldier. I told you the rules just now, and you shouldn't be the same. Then I can only give you a hard time now! Yang Dong grabbed his hair and pulled it, directly breaking his neck.

When the group of men who were forced to attack saw that Yang Dong dared to openly kill their people, they immediately surrounded Yang Dong.

The cannon squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Dong, "Brother Yang, it depends on the master to beat the dog, you kill my brother in front of me, where do I put my face?" ”

"There's nowhere to put it, so don't ask for it!" Yang Dong looked at him disappreciatively. "If you want face with me Yang Dong, then you have to see if you have the ability!"

"Half of the current Tsim Sha Tsui territory is in my hands, and I have connections among hundreds of brothers, police stations, courts, and even politicians."

"And you? Even if you're back, so what? You're left with this bar, it's not what it used to be, Tsim Sha Tsui is my final say! "I lit a cigar." Did you see it tonight? I want to take it here, and that's a word. ”

"You can't fight me anymore!"

"Yang Dong, the one who knows the times is Junjie!" The cannon pointed at Yang Dong's chest. "I took refuge in you, you looked down on me, and now what about me? Get ahead! ”

"The villain is just a will!" Yang Dong disagreed.

"Yang Dong, I came here in person today, and I also came to give you a chance. You're back, and if you're willing to help me with me, I can guarantee that you'll be better than what you are doing now! ”

"Hahaha!" Yang Dong laughed. "Let me mess with you and be your little brother, did you think about it at the beginning?"

"To the right? The current artillery force is not comparable to the original right! "The cannon has a cold face." Yang Dong, I've already given you a chance, if you have to toast and not eat and drink, then it's no wonder to me! ”

"I like to eat and drink!" Yang Dong was-for-tat. "I, Yang Dong, are back now, so I'll tell you by the way, Tsim Sha Tsui will be my Yang Dong from today onwards!"

The cannon moved his fingers, and two tall Russians behind him walked up. "I forgot how powerful Brother Yang is, you help me test it!"

The knife boy and they were just about to step forward, but Yang Dong shouted violently, "Don't move!" These two hairs are mine. ”

"Well, at least the tone is still the same as it was back then!" The cannon nodded. "Brother Yang at the beginning, how arrogant he was, with a bunch of gangsters, he didn't take Xiang Wan Lian in his eyes at all."

"But Brother Yang, I have to remind you that these two Russians, they are not ordinary people, they were found by me from the underground boxing world, and dozens of people are not their opponents!" Cannon said with a smile.

"Well, then I'll give them a hand!" Yang Dong pinned his left hand behind him.

The two Russian black boxers looked at Yang Dong angrily, they were actually looked down upon like this by a thin Chinese?

"Boy, you're dead!" A red-haired man grinned and looked at Yang Dong fiercely. "I'm going to punch you in the head!"

The red-haired man threw a powerful punch, and Yang Dong turned around deftly, grabbed his arm, and kicked him in the chest.

The sound of bones breaking, accompanied by blood splashing, Yang Dong actually ripped off one of the Russian's arms.

The cannon's face changed, and he made a look at the other Russian.

Another Russian slowly walked towards Yang Dong.

Yang Dong shook his head, pinning his hands to the back of his waist, "Let one hand, it's a bit of a bully, I'll let two hands go!" ”

"What a big breath!" The cannon sneered. "But since you're going to let it, then how can we disagree!"

"Brother Yang—" Knife Boy also shouted.

Let one hand make sense, but let two hands, this is a bit too much, how to fight back? Feet alone? The opponent is a black boxer.

"Isn't there anyone who comes out for ten dollars to bet on me to win?" Yang Dong frowned.

Seeing that Yang Dong could still joke so easily at this time, the others also laughed, it seems that Brother Yang is really confident.

"Ten dollars is too little, I'd love to give you an urn!" The cannon sneered. "What are you waiting for? Above. ”

The red-haired man quickly rushed over, a tricky angle, and a hook.

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