Twenty minutes later, a group of old boys went downstairs to the Regent Hotel, took out watermelon knives and chain locks from under their sweatshirts, and swarmed upstairs, stepping on the stairs so loudly that they fell to ashes, and the four old guys playing mahjong looked at each other, and they all laughed gloatingly.

The expected screaming and screaming did not appear, but the flickering sound of knives, the popping sound of sharp blades entering flesh, and then the sound of railings being broken, glass being shattered, and people falling downstairs.

More than 30 old boys, who were cut off and lost their armor, blood flowed like a river, and several white-haired old men came down from the upstairs with watermelon knives with curly blades in their hands, and their majesty was incredible.

Blood flowed down the stairs, slippery when stepping on it, the Regent Hotel was filled with blood, and the four old men who left to play cards were all underworld people who were used to seeing bloody wind and rain, but they had never seen such a sharp and short fight, but it was only a few minutes, and the battle was over.

Chen Zikun and the others did not chase them out, they collected the knife and returned to the room, the space in the hostel is narrow, suitable for hand-to-hand combat, although I haven't practiced this for many years, but the treasure knife is not old, and it is not a problem to deal with a group of old boys.

However, these old guys are not lightly tired from a fierce fight, their age is not forgiving, and they don't feel tired and painful when they slash and kill, and when they relax, they are all sore, and they sit on the ground one by one panting, bandaging each other's wounds.

Fu Biao looks stupid, the mainlanders are all martial arts masters, and they shoot very measured, look at the place where there is a lot of meat, or smash the head with the back of a knife, don't look at the blood flowing all over the place, basically no one will die, **lake.

The watermelon knife of Hong Kong real estate is of poor quality and is curled, Chen Zikun dropped the machete and sat down to rest, and asked Fu Biao: "How many people are there?" ”

"All of them just came." Fu Biao said.

"That's all?" Chan was a little disappointed.

Yan Su said in a low voice: "The other party will come to retaliate, do you want your family to hide first?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "No, the people here are not familiar with the place, there are their eyeliner everywhere, it is easy to be caught when you hide out, and everyone will die together, but there is no danger of this, I believe that the local gang is also reasonable." ”

Sure enough, ten minutes later, a car came downstairs, and a bald old man, forty or fifty years old, wearing Chinese-style silk trousers, neatly dressed and wearing sunglasses, was much higher than the low-level old boy.

As soon as the bald head entered the Regent Hotel, the mahjong players quickly stood up and greeted: "Brother Cheng." ”

Brother Cheng nodded, stepped on the bloodstains and went upstairs, came to Chen Zikun's door and arched his hand: "The big head of the new Yi'an Dahaocai Pavilion is here to visit." ”

Chen Shou stepped forward and hugged his fist: "Please!" ”

Datoucheng walked in, and Chen Zikun waved his hand: "Look at the seat." ”

Da Toucheng sat down, didn't talk nonsense, took an envelope from Ma Zai's hand and handed it over: "10,000 Hong Kong dollars, please smile." ”

Chen Zikun said: "No need, I just want to invite Brother Cheng to sit down and inquire about some things." ”

Da Toucheng was not polite, took back the banknote and said, "Haven't asked for Gao's name yet?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "My surname is Tian, Tian Kun. ”

In ancient times, Chen Tian had the same sound, and Chen Zikun didn't want to expose his true identity and cause unnecessary trouble, so he made up a pseudonym.

Yan Su said on the side: "Tian Ye is an old man of the Shanghai Tang Green Gang, and an elder of the Three Guns. ”

Da Toucheng stood up and clenched his fists again: "Disrespectful, Uncle Kun, it turns out to be a senior on the road." ”

The underworld here in Hong Kong is mostly triads, the triads are the former Hongmen, and the underworld in Shanghai is the Green Gang, the roads are different, but they are all mixed with the rivers and lakes, the big head is a museum, and various historical anecdotes on the rivers and lakes are still known, and the identity of the Qinggang is extremely respected, basically at the same level as the deceased Du Yuesheng, and the Three Guns Club was also the No. 1 organization in Shanghai that year. The other party really has a lot of talent.

Chen Zikun said: "I'm sorry that I first arrived and injured your brother. ”

Datou Cheng said: "Uncle Kun's mercy is their luck." ”

After being polite, Chen Zikun said: "We just came from the mainland, and we have no intention of robbing Brother Cheng's business, so we stayed here because we couldn't find relatives." ”

Datoucheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What is the name of Uncle Kun's relative, maybe I can help find it." ”

Chen Zikun reported the address, and Datoucheng frowned: "That house is now the other business of Inspector Han Sen of Mong Kok, and one of his concubines lives in it, I don't have an impression of who lived there before, but I can inquire and give me a day." ”

Datou Cheng did things vigorously and resolutely, and said goodbye after speaking, Fu Biao was naturally brought back by him, Chen Zikun sent him downstairs very politely, shook hands and said goodbye, and the eyes of the four old men who played mahjong were about to pop out.

Chen Zikun looked back at them, came over and pulled a bench to sit down, took out a pack of Jiangbei-made Hongqi brand cigarettes that had been soaked in seawater and dried in the sun, and popped out a few for them to smoke.

"Casual talk?" Chan said.

"Okay, okay." The four of them nodded busily.

After chatting for two hours, Chen Zikun almost has an understanding of the situation in Hong Kong, the main underworld is 14K, New Ngee An, Teochew Gang, etc., the first two have a Kuomintang background, but when it comes to Hong Kong's largest triad organization, it is none other than the police.

The Hong Kong police and the triad are complicit, corrupt, gambling and selling drugs are all operating under the umbrella of the police, the most famous is the four major Chinese detectives, all of whom are ruthless characters who cover the sky with one hand, of course, the ghost police officer is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he is blacker than the Chinese when he puts away bribes.

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A day later, the eldest head sent Fu Biao to deliver the news that the original residents were two old women, one in his sixties and the other in his nineties, who sold their houses to Han Sen and moved to the Kowloon Walled City.

Chen Zikun inquired, only to know that this place is located in Kowloon, originally belonged to the enclave of the Qing Dynasty, and is still a black area regardless of China and Hong Kong and Britain, and the people who live in it are refugees without identity, underworld members, fugitives and the like, even the police dare not set foot here, it is really a cancer growing in the prosperous land of Kowloon, and a paradise for criminals.

Yao Yilei and her mother-in-law moved to such a bad residence, Chen Zikun couldn't help but be anxious, and asked Fu Biao to take him to find it, and Fu Biao agreed, but also put forward a condition: "Uncle Kun, I want to worship you as a teacher and learn kung fu from you." ”

If in the past, Chen Zikun would definitely not accept such an indiscriminate apprentice, but now it is not the same as in the past, it is the time to employ people, so he said: "Ah Biao, then it depends on how you behave." ”

Fu Biao understood, immediately greeted three or five horses, led Chen Zikun and others to the Kowloon Walled City, passing through the bustling streets, Hong Kong's leftist forces are still fighting with the police, the leftists threw Molotov cocktails, water bottles attacked buses, police cars, the police have tear gas backfire, the two sides fought lively, and the group avoided the battlefield and went straight to the Kowloon Walled City.

Coming to the vicinity of the walled city, everyone was amazed, from a distance, it was a huge and chaotic building complex, densely stretched out many clothes poles, wires like a mess, building materials are also varied, asbestos tiles, plastic sheets, wooden planks and masonry, built indiscriminately, the buildings are inseparable, it is difficult to imagine what the middle of the city looks like.

The city was unmanaged, anyone could enter, and a group of idle old men sat at the door, wearing stained old shirts, listening to Cantonese opera on the radio, looking up and opening their dim eyes to watch the group of fresh faces enter, and quietly shook the string beside them.

Chen Zikun and others walked slowly in the walled city, the villagers shuttling around them looked at them numbly, the air was filled with all kinds of strange smells, the smell of feces and urine mixed with the smell of food, as well as the unique fragrance of opium smoke, the crying of children, the screams of women, and strange moans were endless, and people calmly continued their affairs as usual.

Suddenly, a few young men wearing vests and tattoos came out and stopped the way and said, "It's time for the big color, you've crossed the line." ”

Fu Biao put on a very awesome look, but the arm he hugged also showed that he was afraid of these people.

"We're a spoiler, not a troublemaker."

After some negotiations, the other party was willing to lead them to find someone, and after many turns in the labyrinthine walled city, Chen Zikun noticed the sneer on the corner of the other party's mouth and secretly became vigilant.

When he came to a door, the other party said, "Just tie it, let's go in." ”

Fu Biao also seemed to sense the danger, and hesitated to go in.

Chen Zikun pushed the door in, and it was pitch black inside, and he heard a click in his ear, which was the sound of the revolver hammer breaking open, and the barrel of the black hole was on his side.

Chen Zikun pinched the pistol as soon as he raised his hand, and the tiger's mouth was pinched at the hammer position, even if he shot the bullet, he couldn't shoot it, so he dragged the revolver over, turned around on his fingers, shook off the bullet nest, and poured out six bullets.

The lights were on, and there were four young men standing in the room, holding sharp blades in their hands, and the murderous aura was permeating.

Although Fu Biao and the others were afraid, they still rushed forward for the sake of face, pointing at each other and scolding.

Chen Zikun said: "You have found the wrong person for robbery, if you don't want money, you have to die." ”

The other party shouted, "Don't you want to mess with someone, go." ”

Chen Zikun felt a little strange, someone actually prevented him from finding his wife's whereabouts, could it be that Yao Yilei had already suffered a poisonous hand!

After a lot of hard work to come to Hong Kong to find relatives, ninety-nine steps have come, how can you stop at the last step, although the Kowloon Walled City is smoky, snakes and insects are mixed, but for Chen Zikun is just a super slum, which makes Grandpa angry, and it is not impossible to turn you upside down.

He shouted angrily: "Hand over the people to me!" ”

The other party didn't expect him to be so strong, and he was stunned for a moment and slashed with a knife.

Fu Biao and the others hurriedly retreated, waiting to see Chen Zikun perform peerless martial arts again.

But the scene they were expecting did not appear, Chen Zikun pulled out two pistols from his waist, and the nose of the machine was aimed at the front, and the old boys braked sharply and stopped, not daring to mess around.

Hong Kong is not as good as Shanghai in the past, the British authorities in Hong Kong strictly control black guns, and those who can hold guns on the underworld are people who sit in the hall and are at the level of red sticks, and this stranger is holding two high-powered curved ruler pistols, which seems to be by no means idle.

Behind the curtain, a middle-aged man with a lewd description came out and said, "Where is this gentleman from?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "From Jiangdong." ”

"Your surname is Chen?"

Chan was noncommittal.

The middle-aged man said: "Please come with me." ”

Chen Zikun put away his gun, followed the man without fear, and turned a few more corners, when the tune of Suzhou Pingtan came, and there was a person lying on the bed behind the bead curtain, and the flames of the opium lamp were fluctuating.

The middle-aged man lifted the curtain and said, "Big guy, someone is here." ”

The person on the bed sat up and said an authentic Beijing film: "Da Kunzi, I've been waiting for you for eighteen years." ”