Yan Murong didn't know how powerful the Duan family was in Hong Kong, and he couldn't go around asking around, looking for some ordinary people to ask, it was estimated that no one knew, and asking some influential people, and he was afraid that others would think he had ulterior motives - of course, he didn't know any influential people.

I wanted to learn the general situation from Jenny first, but before I could ask, there was such a thing.

Simply, Yan Murong simply called Duan Zixuan, which could be regarded as a glimpse of the Duan family's strength.

Duan Zixuan already knew about this matter when he called, and he personally brought someone here, which also gave Yan Murong some understanding.

The family background of the king of kings had already told him just now that Duan Zixuan dared to intervene, while proving his sincerity in cooperating with Yan Murong, it also showed that the Duan family was indeed more powerful than the Wang family. Otherwise, Duan Zixuan would not have been involved.

In less than ten minutes, there was a burst of brakes on the street, and then, through the crowd, Yan Murong saw more than a dozen black Mercedes-Benz cars parked on the side of the street, and in the middle, an elongated Lincoln.

The door opened, and four burly men in black suits walked out of each Mercedes-Benz, and when all the black suits in the Mercedes-Benz got out of the car, the door of the elongated Lincoln was opened, and Duan Zixuan, who was dressed in white casual clothes, got out of the car and stood in the middle of a pile of black suits, which was particularly conspicuous.

Obviously, the group of people found by the king of kings, that is, the gangster level, are not at the same level as the group of cool men in suits brought by Duan Zixuan.

If you look at the people, they are tall and strong, their steps are firm and powerful, and their clothes are neat and uniform.

Look at you again, all of them are tall, short, fat, thin, all kinds of things, the clothes are even more varied, the hair is dyed colorful, and more importantly, the bulging lump under the waist of the people is obviously coming with guns.

Look again at the king of kings, who called.

Steel pipes, watermelon knives, iron chains - compared to this group of cool men in suits, it is simply weak.

When the king of kings led people to block the entrance of the building before, there were already many onlookers on the side of the road. When Duan Zixuan's motorcade arrived, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd of onlookers.

Such a scene is not seen at any time, so many people took out their mobile phones and began to take pictures of this group of people.

There were even some gossip tabloid reporters passing by, and after seeing such a scene, their gossip cells were suddenly ignited, and one by one they either climbed the telephone pole or ran to a higher position, and slapped Yan Murong standing in the crowd.

They knew that the man who was blocked at the door of the building was the point - the ruffians were here to find fault, and the suit team was here to save them.

Moreover, they didn't just take pictures, but the rich gossip wheel in their heads also turned quickly.

"The two sons are angry because of their women, and the gangsters are ready to fight on the streets."

"The friends broke up, the small attack was unwilling, and the street led people to surround and suffer from it, wanting to seek justice."

"Woman, please exchange my friend for my firefight-"

Headlines like these kept being born in the heads of these gossip reporters, and they were so excited that they were looking forward to it one by one, and they almost urged both sides to hurry up.

Seeing Duan Zixuan who was walking in the front, the face of the king of kings became ugly. At this time, Duan Zixuan, under the protection and opening of a group of men in suits, had already passed through the crowd and walked to Yan Murong's side.

"King of Kings, what do you mean by stopping my friend?" Duan Zixuan didn't say nonsense, and then ran to the topic, squinting his eyes and staring at the king of kings with a cloudy face and asked.

"Du Zixuan, what do you mean?" The king of kings asked through gritted teeth.

Yes, he regretted it a little. I regret that I was too big.

The main thing is that he really didn't expect that a mainlander would be able to invite Du Zixuan, a great god, in Hong Kong.

That's right, it's true that their Wang family is rich, and it's not false that they have cooperated with many wealthy families, and it is not even false to say that his father Wang Payne has a good relationship with the chief executive -- but if you compare it with the Du family, it is too far behind.

In terms of money, his family's money is not as much as that of others. In terms of people, those wealthy families and their Wang family are limited to cooperative relations. As for the last one, Du Zixuan is called the chief executive's uncle, but he doesn't have the courage to do so.

However, people live with a face, trees live with a skin, and the king of kings belongs to the kind of person who does not take a bath for several months, but washes his face clean when he goes out.

Yes, he cares so much about face, even to the point of madness.

Money can be lost, women can be lost, lives can be lost - but not face.

When Duan Zixuan appeared, he regretted it, regretting that he shouldn't have let Yan Murong call someone, and how good it would be to go up and kill him with a stick and a knife.

"I'm not interesting." Du Zixuan said. "Murong is my friend, I invited him to come to Hong Kong to play, and now you are holding so many people to stop my friend, do you want to make it clear to me?"

"Du Zixuan." The king of kings exclaimed with a gloomy face. "You don't threaten me, you think I'm afraid of you?"

"I don't think you're afraid of me." Duan Zixuan shook his head. "But, I'm going to take my friend away now, what's your opinion?"

The king of kings stopped talking, but his face became more and more ugly, his fists were clenched tightly, he stared at Duan Zixuan with a grim face, and said coldly. "I don't have an opinion, since you Du Dashao have spoken, why don't I have to give you face - it's just that don't let me see him again."

"It's not something you can decide." Duan Zixuan shook his head. "Hong Kong is so big, it's easy to meet someone - since you say so, then I'll tell you, don't trouble him again."

"Du Zixuan, you are threatening me, have you considered the consequences?" The king of kings asked in a deep voice.

"No consequences." Duan Zixuan still shook his head. "Even if there are consequences, do you think your Wang family can resist it?"

"Okay, you're good. Ha ha. The king of kings laughed angrily. The face I have lost today will be regained another day - see you in the evening. ”

After saying that, the king of kings gestured to the people around him, and then a group of people passed through the crowd, got into a few taels of vans parked not far away, and drove away.

"Hey—I thought I could have a good show, but you scared people away with a few words, which was really boring." Yan Murong said regretfully.

"You can really see that the funeral is not afraid of the funeral." Duan Zixuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Get in the car, since you're here, let's go to my house and sit down."

PS: Five more plus one more yesterday, a total of six more, tired me half to death. Take advantage of the Chinese New Year, and ask for all kinds of things cheekily in the long night.