The time came around seven o'clock, and Xi Jin, who was having a drink, suddenly saw the gray dog hurrying over.

"What's the matter, running in such a hurry."

"You're not hurt yet."

Xi Jin frowned slightly.

"Boss, you're right."

"That guy really brought someone here."

Greyhound said in a hurry, he is more impatient in doing things, not as unhurried as Ah Keung.

After the younger brother who was in charge of observing the surrounding situation reported to him, he immediately went to take a look.

On the street across from their ballroom, more than a dozen vans were already parked.

The dense old boys waited there with iron rods, and it seemed that they rushed over and smashed the dance hall at the slightest order.

"Probably how many."

Xi Jin didn't have anything to be nervous about, so he took a sip of wine and asked.

He hasn't seen any big scenes, a brainless hairy boy and the king of the mountain, he really doesn't pay much attention to it.

Even if there is a talker, the father is still the same, after all, he has killed several talkers.

"It should be about two hundred."

"Boss, do you want to ask Brother Ju for help?"

Greyhound asked.

"No, you don't."

"This is our private matter, and if we need someone to help with our private affairs, people will look down on us."

"And it's only two hundred, are you afraid?"

Xi Jin said with a smile.

There are about a hundred junior brothers under his command now, and there are only twice as many people, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

If it was three or four hundred, he would not hesitate to call the smoke ghost foal to come over to help, after all, although he can fight, he is not superhuman, three or four times the enemy is too different, and he can be ground to death by using the tactics of the sea of people.

He fought twenty by himself, and it was not difficult.

But if he takes twenty men to fight two hundred, it will be difficult to win, and he will choose to run away.

This is the qualitative change brought about by quantity.

"Of course I'm not afraid, but it's just a little guy."

"Even if I brought three hundred people, I was never afraid."

Greyhound said disdainfully, since he was called a mad dog, he had never been afraid of fighting.

"Tell the brothers to prepare."

"Do they have weapons?"

Sijin asked, glancing at the greyhound.

"Yes, but I don't think I have a knife."

"It's all bats and iron rods, and it doesn't seem to be going to fight us to the death."

Greyhound thought for a moment and replied.

Xi Jin frowned slightly.

On the rivers and lakes, if the conflict between the two sides is to use machetes, it is basically endless, and if you don't use machetes, you should just come to take revenge.

It is likely that Feide was present in person, after all, if it was Prince Jian who led the team, this kind of brainless guy would probably use a machete to make a mortal enmity with him.

Fatty people should be more measured, and they should want to ask him for an explanation.

"I'm going to practice as a brother today."

"Go gather my brothers, and get all the iron rods."

"Let these rednecks see what the old boy in Mong Kok is tonight."

Nishijin grinned.

With so much experience baby, it's good to practice leveling for your little brother.

After all, the old boy can only grow up quickly in the process of fighting and killing, and his little brothers are still a little weaker.

He now has more than a hundred brothers under his command, all of whom are wearing suits and holding iron rods, standing in front of him, looking very imposing.

Except for a dozen people who stayed to continue watching the game, all the others arrived early in the morning, and even Ah Qiang, who was in charge of the gambling stall, also arrived.

However, although Ah Hua has recovered from his injuries almost completely, he is still undergoing this rehabilitation treatment, and Xi Jin did not call him, and let him recuperate for a while.

Now more than 100 people in suits are standing in the back alley waiting for the boss's order, and passers-by are all frightened by this big formation, and they think they are making a movie.

Since it was already seven o'clock, there were already many guests in the ballroom, so he naturally wouldn't disturb the guests' consumption, so he arranged all the little brothers to wait in the back alley.

"Brother Xi, my boss doesn't want to hurt the innocent."

"Tell you to go out and talk to him."

"If you're interested, give me a hurry up and go out to meet my boss."

A fat boy walked in and said to Xi Jin a little nervously.

"Don't worry, let's have a glass of wine first."

"See how hard you've worked so hard to inform me."

"This glass of high-end wine should be a consolation for you."

Sijin looked at him and smiled.

Naturally, he didn't believe that Fei De didn't want to hurt the innocent, after all, the old boy didn't care about the life or death of ordinary citizens at all.

This guy was quite cautious and didn't dare to rush into his territory for fear of being ambushed.

But going out to fight is exactly what he wants, he naturally won't be so stupid to choose the dance hall as a battlefield, otherwise he will suffer no matter how he fights.

If Fei De directly led someone to rush in, he would directly lead someone to rush out and beat him violently.

"No... No need. ”

"Now that I know, I'll go first."

"If you don't see anyone for ten minutes, we'll just set fire to your dance hall."

After the old boy finished threatening, he wanted to flee quickly.

"You don't even want a glass of wine."

"What a waste."

"That's a few hundred dollars."

Xi Jin slowly drank the cup that was reserved for the old boy.

"Big guy, I'm sorry."

"I'm in trouble this time."

Qiuti walked up to him and said a little guiltily.

After all, this is because of her, and if she hadn't called this kind of guy to drink, nothing would have happened.

"What do you apologize for?"

"Even if this kind of person doesn't have you, I'll beat him up."

"It's none of your business."

Xi Jin said with a smile.

"Then be careful yourself."

Qiuti said a little worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll be back safely."

Seeing her so sad face, Xi Jin touched her head and smiled slightly.

With his current strength, even if he is in danger, if he wants to escape, few people can stop him.

With that, he walked to the back door, and the plane greyhound immediately followed.

"Are you ready?"

Xi Jin glanced at the more than 100 junior brothers under his command and said.

"Ready, Boss."

The younger brothers said in unison.

"Let's go, when you're ready."

"Let's meet these rednecks."

Xi Jin said with a smile.

Now his power is considered strong, and no one in Mong Kok can ignore his own power.

However, he has received so many new little brothers, and he doesn't know their strength, whether it's a donkey or a horse, he should take it out and slip around, he doesn't need to eat the little brother who is waiting for death.

"Boss, they're coming."

Yu Qi, another red stick under Feide's men, hurriedly said after seeing Xi Jin and them.

The boys, who were waiting on the opposite side of the ballroom, saw hundreds of guys in black suits walking towards them, and a wave of oppression came at them.

They looked at the strange clothes on their side, and then looked at the uniform clothes on the other side, they didn't feel like a grade, they looked like they came out of the countryside.

Is this the old boy in the city...