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The first floor is similar to a bar, all kinds of men and women rub shoulders one after another, noisy, on the small stage, scantily clad plump girls dance with the rhythm of the music pole dance, charming, provoking the desire of the male xing animals in the audience, who can't hold back, can go up to the second floor from the innermost secret door, and find the resident lady to play.

In the dark corners, some people take drugs, and some people carefully peddle ecstasy, fairy water, and even methamphetamine heroin, which is the most profitable way for the gangsters.

Yang Chen stopped at the edge of the noisy hall, looked around, and quietly felt the chaotic and impetuous atmosphere, and the waiter greeted him with a smile.

"Looking for Fu Biao." The waiter was stunned for a moment, then restrained his smile and said please wait, turned around and walked into the crowd of people swaying with the sound, bypassed the circular pole dance stage in the center of the hall, and came to a circular sofa seat that can seat more than ten people in the booth area.

In the booth, five or six fierce men were drinking with their fists, unscrupulous, each of them sat next to a sexy girl with heavy makeup, and the waiter sat in the middle of the crowd, wearing only a tight vest and a domineering man with bare muscles and tattoos, humbly said: "Brother Biao, someone is looking for you." ”

"Who?" Fu Biao squinted his eyes and glared at the waiter, asking impatiently.

"I don't know, I don't have a face, I don't like ordinary people." The waiter replied resignedly.

"Bring someone here." After Fu Biao finished instructing the waiter, he touched his inch-length short hair that stood upright, wondering who would come here to find him, and the men and women in the booth suddenly quieted down.

Not long after, the waiter went and returned, bringing Yang Chen and the others to the booth, the two sides looked at each other, and Fu Biao immediately noticed that Yang Chen was not ordinary.

In Yang Chen's eyes, Fu Biao has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a strong physique, a strong man, and looks like a rough man, but his eyes are deep and gloomy, and he is by no means a reckless man with developed limbs and a simple mind.

"What's the matter with me?" Fu Biao held a cigarette and asked Yang Chen coldly.

"It's something related to your future, can you take a step to talk about it?" Yang Chen said with a smile, the fierce eyes of several fierce men in the booth are useless for this guy.

"Pretending to be a ghost, what qualifications do you have to talk to Lao Tzu?" Fu Biao slapped the big round table full of drinks, looked at Yang Chen, alarmed the people around, and people from all over the bar rushed over one after another, all of them were Fu Biao's little brother, or the little brother's little brother, and they were all around Yang Chen's group.

Long Wu, Long Jiu, and Sky Wolf showed disdain, and they looked like they were surrounded by black pressure on fifty or sixty people, more than half of them, with rib-like bodies, and they dared to come out and mix.

The rabble.

How can you get into the eyes of the Arctic fox elite.

Yang Chen's careless gaze swept over Fu Biao's younger brothers, smiled, and said to Wu Biao: "Do you think these people can bluff me?" What I want to tell you is good for you, listen or not, you decide. ”

In terms of momentum, the fifty or sixty junior brothers couldn't suppress the other party's four people, these people were indeed evil, Fu Biao stared at Yang Chen, slowly smoked and exhaled smoke, and finally nodded with a sneer: "Okay, give you a chance, if you say something, I am not interested in the slightest, then you and your brother can only climb out of Balan Street." ”

Yang Chen chuckled, calmly.

Fu Biao waved away everyone, including the men and women who drank with him, and Yang Chen also ordered the dragon five dragons and nine heavenly wolves to have some fun casually, and then sat down on the sofa.

"I can help you become a big brother." Yang Chen got straight to the point.

Fu Biao's expression suddenly froze, these words poked into his heart, stirring the most sensitive nerves, and he didn't know how to respond for a while, besides, it was difficult to distinguish friend from foe, and he couldn't respond easily, after being stunned for a moment, he pretended to calmly extinguish the cigarette butt, turned his face, and asked with a hideous face: "What the do you mean?" ”

"It seems that the famous Brother Biao doesn't believe me, I will show my sincerity in the next few days, and after seeing my sincerity, you can make a decision." Yang Chen smiled deeply, got up, left the booth, and walked out, and the Dragon Five Dragons and Nine Heavenly Wolves who were guarding not far away quickly followed.

Fu Biao didn't call Yang Chen, nor did he embarrass Yang Chen, at this moment his heart was fluctuating, being a big brother was his dream since he was a child, and now his status is far from his childhood dream, but it is insurmountable, the old guys are afraid that his strength will expand sharply, and he will do his best to support Fei Jian to sit in the hall and suppress him.

Endure it any longer, according to the way of the old guys playing checks and balances, the eldest brother throne will never have his share, he is the one who makes the most money for the gang, and the person who has opened up territory for the gang for many years is also him, if there is no him, Polan Street is all 14k, and Mong Kok can have the final say.

Mong Kok mourning Biao, Central Ah Kun, Tsim Sha Tsui Fei Jian, Causeway Bay Big Bzai, the former Hesheng and the four great generals, he mourned Biao in the first place, why did Fei Jian sit in the museum continuously?

Maybe it's a real opportunity.

The resentful Fu Biao couldn't help but wonder what Yang Chen's so-called sincerity meant.

Every inch of land is worth the middle of the mountain.

The villa surrounded by lush forests faces the sea, upwind and water, inside and outside the wall, several black-clad bodyguards wander back and forth, and the corners hide cameras, leaving no monitoring corners.

In the security control room of the villa, the two bodyguards stared at more than a dozen monitors, even if the mouse cockroaches crawled in through the cracks in the wall and door, most of them had to expose their tracks.

Li Ka-shing's place of residence may not have such strict security measures.

Jiang Tianyou had to do this, he had been in the rivers and lakes for most of his life, and there were too many enemies, how could he be negligent.

There was a slight sound, all the computers in the monitoring room were powered off, the monitor was black, the two bodyguards were caught off guard, stunned, more clever, and hurriedly pressed the light switch, but the light was not on.

There was a power outage.

The two people in the monitoring room immediately used the walkie-talkie to call their companions, to check the switch box, the companions on the other end of the walkie-talkie received instructions, went for a long time, but did not feedback any information, called again, no one responded, called others, the walkie-talkie was silent, what happened?

The two of them were at a loss, stabilized their minds, realized that something might be wrong outside, pulled out their guns, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullets, carefully opened the door of the monitoring room, and had time to step out, a figure flashed in silently, and the two of them were stunned to the ground as soon as they felt dazzled.

By the pool in front of the villa, Jiang Tianyou sat on a chair, bathed in the early morning sunshine, leisurely flipped through the newspapers, roughly flipped through a few newspapers, his stomach rumbled twice, subconsciously looked at the watch, and couldn't help frowning, it was breakfast time, why didn't the maid send breakfast?

"Zhang Long, go to the kitchen and ask if you don't plan to give me breakfast." Jiang Tianyou flipped through the newspaper and nagged, not angry and arrogant, for a long time, no one responded, he turned around, looked left and right, and the few bodyguards who were still walking around the neighborhood just now were all gone.

"It's useless to shout."

With the joking voice, a person appeared on the terrace on the second floor of the villa, Jiang Tianyou took a closer look, this person knew one of the men who bluffed people with fake grenades two days ago.

"Mr. Jiang, the bodyguards in your villa are too poor."

Another voice came, Jiang Tianyou turned his head, across the pool, Yang Chen, who appeared like a ghost, was looking at him with a smile, his face suddenly became ugly, and he asked coldly: "What are you doing here?" ”

Yang Chen said lightly: "Kill you." ”

Jiang Tianyou said angrily: "You dare! ”

Yang Chen sneered: "There is nothing I dare not do, for me, killing you is not much different from killing a pig, I am here to let you be a ghost and know that death is in your hands." ”

At this time, Long Wu had already jumped down from the terrace on the second floor of the villa, walked behind Jiang Tianyou, took out the saber he was carrying, and put it around Jiang Tianyou's neck.

Jiang Tianyou felt the slightest coolness of the sharp blade on his neck, but he was still not afraid, there were many, many people who wanted to kill him, but few could bear the price paid after killing him, and he thought that the strange young man in front of him was just scaring him, so as to achieve the purpose of involving huge benefits.

Yang Chen put his hands into his trouser pockets, smiled and nodded at Long Wu behind Jiang Tianyou, Jiang Tianyou was shocked, and instantly understood that he had underestimated the other party's courage.

It's a pity that this Mr. Jiang understood too late.

Long Wumian wiped the blade off without changing color, and at the same time, Long Jiu, who was beside Yang Chen, used his mobile phone to record the bloody picture that happened at this moment.

………………………

Jiang Tianyou died.

Died on a recliner by the pool of his villa, his throat was cut from behind, and the major cervical artery was cut by the way, and his death was tragic, and it is said that blood flowed into the pool, making the water in the pool red.

Hong Kong's underworld was shaken by this.

Jiang Tianyou's tragic death means that a storm is coming.

Who is the murderer has become the focus of attention of major gangs and police.

At the Peninsula Hotel, Cao Zhenhua sat in a chair by the floor-to-ceiling windows, flipping through several newspapers provided by the hotel, and he was greatly surprised by the headline "Ming Pao".

"Dead"

Cao Zhenhua muttered, how many heroes have been buried in the road of no return to the underworld, even if he has become an enemy of life and death with Jiang Tianyou, Cao Zhenhua still can't help but sigh, and then thinks of Yang Chen.

Xiao Chen did it?

Cao Zhenhua thought wildly.

In the New Territories, there is a large open space near Tai Mo Shan, usually there are occasional people for picnic outings to come here, these two days are particularly lively, and Shenghe uses a fence to enclose a piece of land the size of a football field, set up a mourning hall for Jiang Tianyou, there are countless kinds of paper offerings, and thousands of gang members come.

Jiang Tianyou's death has evolved into a rare event in the underworld after Hong Kong's return to the motherland, and bigwigs from Taiwan and Macao have successively gone to Hong Kong to join in the fun, and Japan's Yamaguchi Group and Canada's big circle have also sent weighty people to mourn.

When the local media heard the news, they took photos and videos, and even made live reports, and the Hong Kong police were also very busy, dispatching more than 300 police forces to prevent accidents.

Tai Mo Shan, the top of the mountain.

Yang Chen raised the binoculars and observed condescendingly, a unique scene, he sighed: "Jiang Tianyou, this old boy did not die in vain, and he can be regarded as enjoying all the sorrows." ”

Long Five, Long Nine, and Sky Wolf nodded in unison.

"Boss, I've printed it." Sky Wolf handed the color printing A4 paper in his hand to Yang Chen, Yang Chen took it, looked at it carefully, and nodded with a smile.

The near-enlarged photograph on A4 paper, printed in color, records the moment when Jiang Tianyou's throat was cut by a saber, and the fear and despair on his face are fully revealed.

"This is a gift for Fu Biao." Yang Chen folded the A4 paper as he spoke, put it in his trouser pocket, and walked down the mountain with the Dragon Five Dragons and Nine Heavenly Wolves.

When going down the mountain, Cao Zhenhua called, and Boss Cao learned that the big circle had sent someone to mourn Jiang Tianyou, and after thinking about it, he decided to let Yang Chen accompany him and show his face.

Yang Chen had no objection to this, and after leading people down the mountain, he quickly returned to the Peninsula Hotel, and after a little preparation, he accompanied Cao Zhenhua to the location of the mourning hall.

The open space outside the mourning hall is crowded with all kinds of vehicles.

Hundreds of policemen on the outermost periphery were on standby, and He Shenghe also sent hundreds of younger brothers in black shirts and black pants to guard to the death, blasting away reporters who were too close to the mourning hall, and at the same time confronting the police.

Three black off-road vehicles slowly squeezed through several human walls, stopped, the police in the outer circle, the reporter in the middle, and the people in the inner circle and Shenghe all looked sideways, curious which bigwig came to mourn.

The reporters held up their cameras and video cameras, and shot at the three cars, the doors opened, and more than a dozen macho men came down, with straight black suits, shiny leather shoes, sunglasses, and a terrifying aura, each with a small white flower on his chest.

"Sir Song, it seems to be that Yang Chen."

On a dirt slope behind the police cordon, Li Wenfang, senior inspector of the Kowloon Chief Police District, dragged Song Zihao beside him, and pointed to the most temperamental of the dozen sunglasses macho men.