Chapter 196: I don't regret doing it

The nights in Hong Kong are cool, and the sea breeze blows away the scorching heat of the day. Although Hong Kong's nightlife is notoriously lively, it is rarely seen at this time.

After tidying up his somewhat messy clothes, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and Liuzi hurriedly and skillfully lit it.

Qiu Yu's face was gloomy, and he walked in the forefront, followed by the "Four Gentlemen", the Six Sons, the Xiaoxue Sisters, Xiaoyu and the Tianfeng Tianhu, and the last was the eighteen iron guards among the thirty-six guards in purple. No one spoke, only the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the asphalt.

"The timing is just right." Qiu Yu looked at his watch, he had already sensed that people were concentrating here one after another, from now until dawn, it would be the most arduous and dangerous hours in the lives of these twenty-nine people, and it would be a systematic test of their strength, intelligence, psychology and endurance.

Suddenly, a street food stall appeared in front of me. The stall owner is a gray-haired, hunched old man who is about to pack up his stall and go back to rest.

"Uncle, how much are you worth?" Qiu Yu stopped to talk to the old man.

"Uh......" The old man was stunned, thinking that the young man stopped to eat some supper, and was about to open the kitchen utensils that had been changed, but he didn't expect to encounter such a problem, a little inexplicable, holding the lid of the pot with one hand and stopping there with a rice spoon in the other.

"Uncle, I bought all these things from you, how much do you cost?" Qiu Yu repeated patiently.

"These are things that have been used for a long time, they are not valuable, and the new ones are less than two thousand yuan. Young man, what do you want all this? The old man looked at Qiu Yu strangely, and really didn't understand what was the use of this group of sturdy-looking young men coming here to buy these.

"Six sons."

The sixth son immediately understood, took out a dozen Hong Kong dollars with a face value of 1,000 yuan, and stuffed them into the old man's pocket.

The old man looked at the thick Hong Kong dollar in his hand, and was frightened by the actions of Qiu Yu and Liuzi, and didn't know what to say.

"Uncle, get out of here, something is going to happen here that you shouldn't see. Hurry up and go, so as not to bother you, go buy some new ones tomorrow! Qiu Yu smiled at the old man, revealing neat white teeth, and his cool eyes were full of peace.

"Good! I'm leaving. ”

The old man turned around and staggered into the distance, and after walking a few steps, he turned back and said calmly: "Young man, take care! Good Samaritans will surely have a good life. ”

Throwing down a sentence, the old man slowly left again.

"Good Samaritans will definitely have a good life." Qiu Yu muttered and repeated what the old man said before leaving. Do well-wishers have a good life? Qiu Yu reciprocated with a wry smile, since entering this circle, the people he has come into contact with are all friends on the road. Frankly speaking, in Qiu Yu's eyes, there are really not many good people among these people, but there are many bad people, and it is difficult to say who will have a better fate.

"This old man is funny." Qiu Yu sat down, looked at the direction of the old man's departure and said, as if he was talking to the people around him, and as if talking to himself.

"It's normal. By this time, when the old man was doing business every day, it was already the time when the underground gang began to operate, and he had seen a lot of the dark side of society, and with his own experience, it must be strange. Probably because underworld brawls rarely give him money in advance and buy his things! didn't smash his stall to pieces, he already felt very lucky, and it was a fantasy to get the money. You, the boss of the underworld, are truly different. Zhao Yiming sat opposite Qiu Yu, his face was solemn, and he said seriously.

Others didn't sit down and didn't have enough stools. The other three of the "Four Gentlemen" stood behind Zhao Yiming, Tianfeng and the others also stood aside, and the eighteen iron guards formed a semicircle, vigilantly observing the sound of "rustling" coming from both sides of the street. There is no opinion on Zhao Yiming being able to sit with Qiu Yu on an equal footing, and who the brothers of the Feitian Club are, the strength shown by the "Four Gentlemen" after joining the Feitian Club is obvious to all, and it is the embodiment of strength. Zhao Yiming himself is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, and now he is definitely one of the best figures in the Feitian Club except for Qiu Yu, with the same status as Wu Wei, and even slightly higher than Tianfeng and Tianhu.

"What's so different? It's just that my heart hasn't completely gone bad. Maybe one day I'll be able to cross this level and enter the ranks of heroes, right? But I'm afraid I'll never see that day anymore. Qiu Yu smiled bitterly and said self-deprecatingly.

"The hero is definitely ruthless, but it depends on whom. For example, what happened just now, the hero will do the same as you, only the ruffian gangsters will ignore everything else and act arbitrarily. From this point of view, you have the potential to be a hero, even if this is not what a hero should do, I support you, you deserve support. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yiming, who is usually not good at talking, actually said the Tao today, staring at the autumn rain with a firm gaze, expressing his affirmation of the autumn rain and his expectations for the autumn rain.

"Comfort me? Now is not the time to put a high hat on me, what thug would go into danger as thoughtlessly as I am? Qiu Yu sighed and lowered her head.

"Since you have done it, there is nothing to regret. Boss, aren't you here for a promise? If a man can't keep the promise he made to the woman he likes, is he still a man? Before coming to Hong Kong, Zhao Yiming was strongly opposed to Qiu Yu's arrival in Hong Kong, but he didn't expect him to say such a thing.

Now if Qiu Yu is asked to evaluate Zhao Yiming, it will be "a real man!" At least that's what Qiu Yu thinks now.

"Thank you! I don't blame myself too much. ”

After speaking, Qiu Yu stood up, looked at the brothers around him, and said in a loud voice: "Brothers, I brought you to a very dangerous environment, I am sorry for everyone. Today I have the opportunity to fight side by side with all of you, and as long as I don't fall, I won't let any brother fall before me! ”

"For the sake of the boss, although there is no regret in death!"

"For the sake of the Flying Society, although there is no regret in death!"

……

Although there were only about two dozen brothers around, the sound of shouting at the same time resounded through the sky, echoing in the silent night.

"Good! Brethren, *fellows! Qiu Yu suddenly shouted.

Just as Qiu Yu was talking to Zhao Yiming and apologizing to the brothers, there were already a lot of people walking on both sides of the street, less than fifty meters away from the people of the Feitian Congregation, and the street that originally seemed to be very wide was jammed. They were all young men in their twenties, all holding knives, axes and other weapons in their hands, all dressed differently, and their faces were fierce.

*Guy? The Flying Club entered Hong Kong through normal and legal channels, and of course it is impossible to carry guns and controlled knives, where is there a guy who can take advantage of it?