The next night, Chatham Road.

Chatham Road is a street at the junction of Tsim Sha Tsui East and Tsim Sha Tsui Central, and the airport yard is also on Mody Road next to Chatham Road.

Tonight, the plane drove to his own dance hall in Modi Lane as usual, this Lan Su dance hall is located in Tsim Sha Tsui East, and normally the business is better than the boss's dance hall.

However, because the boss's dance hall has many regular customers and the quality of the ladies is excellent, the business is the top existence in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Although his ballroom is not as good as the boss's red-lip ballroom, it is also a unique existence in Tsim Sha Tsui.

And he also hired a highly educated person to help him take care of the dance hall, after all, he knew that he was okay to fight, and he didn't know anything about management.

Moreover, the boss also demanded that all their large expenditures and incomes be recorded, and if he was asked to get this account book, he was afraid that he would not be able to write a word.

Instead of messing around here, it would be better to find a professional to take care of the dance hall for him, he doesn't value power very much, as long as it can help him make more money.

And Sister-in-law Ding will often help them check the account books, and she is not afraid that these guys will secretly move public funds, after all, those who have moved public funds have been cut off by Sister-in-law Ding.

Sister-in-law Ding's ruthlessness is even inferior to that of a man, so with the experience of the past, these highly educated people in charge of management or accounting under their influence dare not mess around at all, they just want to make money, not to die.

The house he bought in Tsim Sha Tsui was not far from the site, a five-minute drive away.

As a leader under Xijin, he also has two fields to collect money, and the boss is usually very generous, often giving them red envelopes, so the money he earns is more than enough to buy one or two apartments and a better scooter.

He is very grateful to the boss for bringing him out to mingle now, otherwise if he hadn't messed with the boss, he might not even be able to get out of the prison gate.

Even if he comes out with a low education and a criminal record, it is basically impossible for him to find a good job, and the best result may be to be a handyman, and no one will want a regular job.

Not to mention the things that want to buy a house and a car, it is difficult for college students to come out and want to buy a house and a car, let alone a person who has no education and no brains, and only with the boss can he mix so well.

"Boss, how do you feel a little less people today."

A little brother of the plane said to the plane.

Normally, there should be a lot of traffic at this point, but now it seems that there are few people who are so authentic.

"It's kind of weird."

The plane frowned slightly, it was indeed very strange that there were so few people at this time of year.

"Let's go back to the ballroom."

The plane said to the younger brother, he thought that someone had come to their store to make trouble.

The younger brothers in the back cars also got out of the car after seeing the boss get out of the car.

The plane obeyed the boss's orders very much and took more younger brothers out.

So every time he goes in and out of the house, he will bring more than ten or twenty younger brothers, so that even if something happens, he can let the younger brother protect himself and let himself escape, or delay and wait for rescue.

After getting off the plane, he slowly walked to the dance hall with his little brother.

However, the closer he got to the ballroom, the stronger the sense of crisis in his heart, but this Tsim Sha Tsui East was their territory, and he still didn't believe too much in his heart that anyone dared to do something here.

When he reached the door of the ballroom, several guys who looked like guests came out of the ballroom.

However, when he saw them, the plane frowned slightly, and there was an indescribable sense of weirdness.

It's likely that these guys aren't normal guests...

The airplane boy walked up to them and stopped them, and looked at the five guys warily.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

The plane asked, squinting at the guys.

He had begun to suspect that these guys were informants sent by other societies to come to their Tsim Sha Tsui East yard and gather some information.

He is not afraid of blocking the wrong person, after all, if he blocks the wrong person, it is a big deal to let it go, anyway, he would rather kill the wrong person than let anyone go.

If these guys are really spies, then they will naturally be directly arrested and interrogated, and he still has a hand in dealing with this kind of spies.

And these spies are not very difficult to interrogate, they just want to make money, no one will want to ask the society and die, just torture and recruit anything, it is not as difficult to interrogate as spies during the war.

"We're here to play, huh?"

"What's wrong?"

The guys touched their heads and said a little puzzled.

"Play?"

"Search them for me."

The plane commanded the younger brother behind him.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you searching me..."

As these guys were talking, they suddenly took out a knife from the waistband of their pants and stabbed the plane in the abdomen.

However, because the plane had always been very wary of them, one turned around and dodged the assassination of these guys at a limited distance.

However, because these guys were too close to him, they were still scratched by the knife on the skin of his abdomen, causing a wound of about 0.5 centimeters.

Although the wound on the abdomen was small, the shirt on the plane soon began to ooze blood, and it looked like a serious injury.

"Almost."

The guy who scratched the plane said with a little pity, if the speed was faster, the plane would be stabbed through the abdomen by him.

At that time, this guy will have little combat ability, and it will be easier to capture this guy alive.

"Boss, it's okay!"

When the younger brothers of the plane saw that their boss was attacked, they immediately stepped forward to surround these guys.

"It's okay, little injury, catch these guys for me."

The plane coldly commanded to his little brother.

Although this kind of small injury feels quite painful for ordinary people, it is not worth mentioning to him at all, and when he was bullied in prison, he has long been accustomed to the pain outside the skin.

As long as it doesn't hurt the vital points, it won't have much impact on his mobility.

When the younger brothers heard this, they didn't immediately step forward to grab these guys, after all, they all had knives on them.

So they pulled out a self-defense iron rod from the waistband of their pants before slowly approaching the guys.

Since their forces are not too short of money, they will equip each junior brother with some self-defense weapons, such as self-defense iron rods, which are better than knives, and everyone has one.

This kind of telescopic self-defense iron rod is thirty or forty centimeters long, several times longer than a knife, and it is still more advantageous to face these guys holding knives, after all, the longer the weapon, the stronger it is.