Without squinting, as if they didn't see the Flying Eagle making out with a woman next to the Chevrolet, they removed twenty tightly wrapped wooden boxes from the ship and transported them to another Ford Model T pickup truck.

"Brother Flying Eagle, I've got it." Taking advantage of the moment when the flying eagle and the woman's lips parted, a little brother lowered his head and coughed, and opened his mouth to remind.

The eagle snorted from her nostrils, pulled her palm from the hem of the woman's skirt, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, and then took her to the front of the Ford and personally ordered the wooden box in the pickup truck.

After confirming that the quantity was correct, Feiying patted the edge of the car and smiled at the woman in his arms: "Rose, you and Awen Awu go back to the city together, take care of this batch of goods, and I will take another car to take Zheng Erye for a ride." ”

Hearing this, the ruthless woman in the walled city thorned the rose, stretched out her tongue and licked it on the lips of the flying eagle, and her voice was coquettish: "Then you have to come back quickly, the street in your car just made me unable to get on and down, if you come back late, I will let Awen Awu help me put out the fire first." ”

"Stinky bitch! Wash clean and wait for me. The eagle grinned, raised his big hand and slapped it hard on Thorn Rose's buttocks, causing a coquettish cry.

After the Ford pickup truck started, watching Thorn Rose and his little brother drive away in the car, the Flying Eagle retracted his gaze and returned to the Chevrolet car.

Half leaning on the edge of the open trunk, Feiying lit a cigarette and put it to his lips, looked down at Zheng Yuntu, whose body was constantly writhing and struggling in the trunk, and laughed gloomily.

"Originally, you my woman, I should have cut off your He Bzai, but someone ordered you to keep a whole corpse, you are so lucky!"

In the trunk, Zheng Yuntu, who was still lucky, heard this, and the fear in his eyes was even worse, he wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but because his mouth was sealed with duct tape, he could only keep making bursts of whimpering and tears.

Feiying took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "I will give people a chance to speak before I do things, but if you like to scream now, just shout louder." ”

Pinching the cigarette that was still half left in his hand, Feiying pointed the scarlet cigarette butt at Zheng Yuntu's left eye and pressed it, ignoring the other party's miserable howl stuck in his throat, and raised his hand to press the trunk tailgate down.

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At the modern dance hall in Lan Kwai Fong, the drunken Lu Le, supported by Lard Boy and Wei Shixun, staggered to send the ghost superintendent into the car.

"Sir, Lu Tanmu knows that today is your birthday, so he specially prepared a small gift to give you a happy birthday." Lard Boy smiled at the ghost superintendent through the car window, handed over a beautifully packaged gift box, and said in a not very proficient English mixed with the vernacular, "Chinese pay attention to the zodiac signs, the chief belongs to the horse, Lu Tanmu also sent this gift in the hope that you can be like this foal, step by step." ”

The ghost superintendent opened the gift box with a smile on his face, and when he saw a horse carved of pure gold inside, he smiled even more: "Lu Tanmu, thank you for the gift, I like it very much." ”

Squinted at the driver pulling the ghost guy away, at the door of the modern dance hall, Lu Le unbuttoned his suit and spat on the ground.

"Brother Le, he just told you thank you." Lard Boy turned his head to Lu Le to translate.

Lu Le burped and patted his hot cheeks: "I can still understand such a simple word, he likes my gift!" Your mother! That golden horse is nine pounds and six taels, 35,000 yuan, don't you like it? ”

The lard boy smiled and flattered: "Next time Brother Le celebrates his birthday, I will give you a big horse (monkey), which must be heavier than that golden horse." ”

He knew that Lu Le was a monkey, and he was about to celebrate his birthday, so now he said this to his liking.

"Wow! As you said yourself, don't want to enter my house if you don't have twenty pounds. Lu Le pointed to the lard boy and said with a smile.

The lard boy laughed, and even claimed that it was, but there was no trace of pain on his face.

Originally, he was just a substitute for the dead in a big smoke stall in Sham Shui Po, and his main job was to take the initiative to come out and confess when the police arrested people, if it wasn't for Lu Le's appreciation, it would be impossible to occupy a place among the eighteen tigers in Kowloon now, and he became the red stick of the Chaozhou gang with a thunderbolt.

In terms of skill, Lard Boy is the worst of all the red sticks in Hong Kong, and he may not even be as good as the bottom four or nine boys, but no one in the entire Teochew Gang dares to stand up and bluntly say that he is not qualified to serve as a red stick.

However, the lard boy also knew that everything he had now was given by Lu Le, so he had worked hard before and after the saddle over the years, and never dared to say half a word of complaint, including that he went to learn English, also in order to be able to act as Lu Le's personal translator, so as not to lose power by his side in the future.

"Brother Tsai, you hold Brother Le first, and I'll let the driver drive over."

On the side, Wei Shixun saw that Lu Le's steps were stumbling more and more, his eyelids had already begun to fight up and down, and he raised his chin at the lard boy.

The lard boy nodded, grabbed Lu Le's arm, and let him rest on his fat body.

Just as Wei Shixun turned to leave, at the corner of the street, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy ran briskly in front of the lard boy and looked up at him.

The little boy's face was still a little childish, he pointed to the door of the dance hall, and said to the lard boy with a smile: "Fat brother, my father is drinking inside and hasn't come out yet, my grandma asked me to call him home, but my brother at the door doesn't allow me to go in, can you help?" ”

The lard boy hugged Lu Le, who couldn't resist the drunkenness and closed his eyes, and touched the little boy's head with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Little friend, how do you want me to help you?" ”

The little boy didn't speak, but glanced behind the lard boy, smiled mischievously, and then grimaced at him, turned and ran back.

Lard Boy looked at his back as he left happily, scolded the little bastard with a smile, and tightened Lu Le's falling body into his arms, and suddenly his face changed, as if he realized something, and turned his head to look behind him.

Behind him, the fourteenth Dutch boy Yi Zhongfa had a face almost attached to him.

Seeing the lard boy turn around, Yi Zhongfa had a cruel smile on his face, and the dagger in his sleeve shook out and stabbed into his lower abdomen, and the blade went straight into the belly of the lard boy's general.

"Hmm-"

The severe pain made the lard boy's face distort instantly, and he held down Yi Zhongfa's hand holding the knife tightly, but he felt that his strength was passing little by little, and his fat body fell to his knees with a thud.

Lu Le, who was originally held in his arms, lost his support and fell to the ground, the back of his head hitting the concrete floor.

"Shhh Lard boy, I'll take you ......" Lu Le, who woke up from a drunken dream, opened his eyes with a mutter, and just halfway through the swearing, he suddenly saw his henchman kneeling at the feet of a young man, and Bobo's blood was already oozing from the ground.

"This guy shoveled out his master Uncle Tan, and I will help Uncle Tan get some interest back." Kicking away the lard boy who was holding his legs, Yi Zhongfa approached Lu Le with a dagger that was still dripping blood, and said in his mouth, "Officer Lu, if you kill it quickly, it's not good to blame No. 14 for not being merciful." ”

Lu Le's drunkenness subsided most of it in an instant, and he got up from the ground with his support and reached out to touch his waist.

But he forgot that he accompanied the ghost superintendent out to drink, and he didn't go out with a gun at all, and when he touched it, his waist was empty.

Yi Zhongfa had already observed in the dark that Lu Le did not have a gun on his waist, sneered, ran a few steps quickly, and had already come to him, and the dagger in his hand stabbed out.

Lu Le can also be regarded as experienced in a hundred battles, although he is not equipped with a gun, but seeing that Yi Zhongfa has a dagger in his hand and goes straight to his heart, he immediately dodges with a short body.

It's just that his skills are not as good as Yi Zhongfa, and at this time, his reaction became more and more sluggish after being drunk, and he barely avoided the vital point, but he was still stabbed in the shoulder by the short dagger in Yi Zhongfa's hand.

Yi Zhongfa Sensen sneered, pulled out the dagger, Lu Le snorted, his body turned uncontrollably in a half circle, and he was about to flee with his steps, but he felt a pain in his waist, and Yi Zhongfa's dagger had already stabbed into his waist.

"Officer Lu, let me tell you before Brother Zhixiong goes to Taiwan, be eye-catching in the next life!" Locking Lu Le's throat from behind, Yi Zhongfa slowly pulled the dagger out of his lower back, and then pressed it against Lu Le's neck artery and spoke coldly.