The Eighteen Tigers of Kowloon are the same as the 12 Golden Hairpins in nature, and the young generation of talents from various associations gather together to unite their forces to confront the police force externally, and to subdue the disciples internally and stabilize their position.

It's just that the twelve golden hairpins are all women, and the eighteen tigers are all male members.

At the beginning of the worship, this group of people also burned yellow paper and cut off the heads of chickens, vowing to share weal and woe with life and death, but the real interests are the first, and the so-called oath and righteousness have long been thrown out of the thirty-three heavens.

Just like the lard boy who is now also a member of the Eighteen Tigers, he heard that his real backer Lu Le is ready to take advantage of this anti-crime trend to move the fourteenth, even though he knows that the fourteenth master Tan is the eldest brother of the Eighteen Tigers of Kowloon, the lard boy still did not hesitate to provide the tip of the fourteenth opening incense hall in Happy Valley to Lu Le.

Mixing with Jianghu people like Master Tan is for business, and following Cai Yunchang's son-in-law Lu Le is for survival, what business can you talk about if you can't survive?

Which is more important, the lard boy is very clear.

"Hey! Ah Yong, have all the reporters arrived? After receiving a positive reply from the lard boy, Lu Le waved his hand to signal him to leave, and then asked Lin Zhiyong behind him.

"No problem, Brother Le." Lin Zhiyong looked at a few figures who were fiddling with the machine in the dark, and said with a smile, "Fellow reporters, remember to take a picture for me for a while, even if it can't be published in the newspaper, I want to keep it as a souvenir." ”

Hearing that the reporter was already in place, Lu Le smiled, took out a gun from his waist and handed it to Lin Zhiyong: "I specially took one more from the gun room and gave it to your brother." ”

Lin Zhiyong's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly said thank you Brother Le, took out a lighter to illuminate the surroundings, and found Wei Shixun from the crowd of police officers.

"Brother Le gave it to you, you are closed! I didn't even get a chance to touch a gun when I was making military uniforms. Handing over the gun to Wei Shixun, Lin Zhiyong smiled and spoke.

Taking the heavy Dian 38 pistol, Wei Shixun pinned it to the belt, covered the outline of the pistol with his shirt, and frowned: "I've never shot a gun, so I'm still enjoying it with my fists." ”

"Punch your mother! Do you think you're making a martial arts movie? Lin Zhiyong rolled his eyes, opened Wei Shixun's shirt, and helped him tuck the hem of his clothes into the waistband of his pants, revealing the pistol on the belt, "Hiding so hidden?" Worried about being seen? We are soldiers, and soldiers have cards when they hold guns! ”

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Inside the big house, the Fourteenth incense hall ceremony was still going on, unaware of what was happening outside the house.

In addition to Ge Zhixiong, the prince of the filial piety pile, and Ou Biao, the owner of the Zhongzi pile, the other six hall masters all passed the five levels in accordance with the rules, burned three and a half incense, and officially entered the Muyang City, which was recognized by the uncles of other Hong Kong associations present.

And now the last hall master of Baishanmen is the eldest disciple of Chen Zhongying, the former master of Zhongzidui, and the current master of Zhongzidui.

"My hair was born late before I dried, and my family was poor and rarely read the Pentateuch. Brother Wanwang came to instruct, still remembering the time when the flower pavilion was righteous. ”

Under the leadership of Master Tan, who played the role of the guide, Ou Biao stood in front of two doormen armed with knives and sticks, recited Hongmen communicative poems, and then took the two incense sticks handed by the two with both hands.

"It turned out to be my own brother, brother-in-law, please come into the city!" The two doormen standing in front of Ge Zhixiong, one on the left and one on the right, offered incense, took a few steps to the side, and bowed down to make a gesture of please.

Ou Biao nodded, held two incense sticks in his hand, walked a few steps to Ge Zhixiong, who was sitting on the dragon's head, and knelt down on his knees: "Meet the incense master Chen Jinnan." ”

Ge Zhixiong looked at the European standard that knelt at his feet, bowed slightly, took out a small flag with the word 'loyalty' tattooed on his arms, his face was solemn, and he slowly spoke: "Since you are a Hongmen brother, you must remember to oppose the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty." In the past, the five ancestors gave the flag of the membership order, and now the lord of Benxiang uses this flag to recruit troops and horses, and the little brother is named the second marshal. Under the Red Flower Pavilion, become a friend, if there is a fornication with the government, the five thunders will be extinguished, and they will die under ten thousand knives! ”

The second road marshal is a position in a community second only to the leader of the mountain master, and his identity is more than half a step higher than that of other hall masters.

"Under the Red Flower Pavilion, become a friend, if there is a fornication with the government, the five thunders will be extinguished, and you will die under ten thousand knives!" Ou Standard sandwiched the incense stick in his hand between the middle finger and ring finger of his right hand, and respectfully held the order flag tattooed with the word loyalty.

After handing over the order flag, Ge Zhixiong picked up a stick of incense from the incense tube beside him, handed it to Ou Biao, nodded to him, and motioned him to go to the altar.

Ou Biao stood up and strode forward, came to the altar behind Ge Zhixiong, held three incense sticks in his hand, showed the order flag, and said to Chen Yanqing, who played the maid of the altar on the side: "On the order of the incense master, come to worship the martyrs of Hongmen." ”

Seeing the order flag in Ou Biao's hand, Chen Yanqing didn't say a word, took a incense stick, broke it from the middle, threw away the top half, and handed the remaining lower half of the incense stick to Ou Biao.

As a result, Oubiao has two incense sticks from two doormen, a incense stick from Prince Ge Zhixiong, and Chen Yanqing's current half incense stick, a total of three and a half.

This is since the ancient Hongmen righteousness, imitating the three pillars and a half incense burned by the predecessors, and the head pillar incense imitates the sheep's horn mourning and Zuo Bo Tao forming a friendship of life and death; The two pillars of incense imitate the three righteousness of Taoyuan, and the righteousness is thousands of years; Three sticks of incense imitate Liangshan's one hundred orders and eight generals, living and dying together; Half a pillar of incense imitates Shan Xiongxin and does not vote for the Tang Dynasty.

Seeing that the European standard inserted the lit three-and-a-half incense into the altar, Ge Zhixiong let out a long breath.

The incense hall ceremony has progressed to this point, it is already considered a great success, and then it is only necessary to pass down the 36 oaths of Hongmen in public, and even if the 14th takes root in Hong Kong, it can become famous.

Clenched his fists, Ge Zhixiong suppressed the excitement rising in his heart and smiled.

"Uncles, according to the rules, the thirty-six oaths are passed on half of them today, and then half of them will be passed on five days later, and the incense hall will be reopened half a month later, and the whole book will be passed on. But I think everyone also knows that the situation outside is not very good now, so it's better to do it once tonight, and save your uncles from running back and forth, how about it? ”

In the past, the incense hall ceremony was held for a few days, but now that the whole Hong Kong cracks down on gangsters, of course, the more simplified the better, and now that we have entered the middle of the 20th century, it is normal for the ceremonies of associations to be simplified compared to a hundred years ago.

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one raised objections, Ge Zhixiong wiped the sweat from his forehead, not because he was nervous, but because the big house was already very stuffy, and he was close to the altar incense burner, so he would sweat.

"Since your uncles have no opinions, then pass down the thirty-six oaths of Hongmen tonight." Ge Zhixiong shook his hand, turned his head sideways and instructed Yi Zhongfa on the side, "Holland boy, go outside to check around and see if there is anything abnormal." ”

Yi Zhongfa, who had just returned to Hong Kong from the Netherlands, nodded, turned around and walked outside the house.

Pulling open the door of the big house, Yi Zhongfa lowered his head and shook the sweatshirt sticking to his body, and then looked up.

With the light refracted from the room, he only glanced out, and the expression on Yi Zhongfa's face suddenly froze, and his footsteps were nailed in place.

Outside the door, twenty or thirty heavily armed policemen had surrounded the entire house, and the muzzle of the black hole was facing him who had just emerged from the house.

The leading sergeant, Yi Zhongfa, has seen it, and it is the police detective who had a relationship with each other at the entrance of Xiaozidui Hall last time, Lu Le.

"Tsk! It's a dance of demons! ”

Seeing the door of the big house open from the inside, Lu Le, who had been waiting for a long time, touched his chin and came to the door, pushed away Yi Zhongfa, who was holding his hands high, stepped into the house, and sighed.

In the room, the incense mist was filled, and with the wonderful expressions on the faces of one or twenty people standing or sitting, it was quite treacherous.

Turning around, Lu Le didn't look at Ge Zhixiong's stunned and gloomy face, and instructed the police officers who were waiting outside the door: "All of them are pulled back to the mission hall, and they will be killed and let the guys of the accident casualty investigation team deal with them." Ayong! Where did the journalist die? Don't you come to the photo? ”