In the blur, it seemed that Fu Qing swung another punch, and Hong Xiaoshuai conditionally stretched out his palm to block it and caught it! He exerted all his strength, pressed Fu Qing's fist to the ground with one palm, and slammed his eyes into Fu Qing's head with a bang.

"Bang!"

Fu Qing felt the feeling of being squeezed by the door in his childhood again, and saw that Hong Xiaoshuai had become two people, and then, it became more and more clear that he gradually became a person, but he no longer had the strength to fight back.

Hong Xiaoshuai hit his head with his head, but he felt that his head hurt badly, and then he swung his fist at Fu Qing, and he couldn't miss the opportunity, one punch, two punches......

When Hong Xiaoshuai staggered down the stairs, Fu Qing had already fainted at the staircase, his whole face was beaten like a pig's head, his right eye was obviously bigger, his originally neat shirt was tattered, and one foot was barefoot on the handrail of the stairs.

"Withdraw."

Han Fei spit out this sentence in his mouth, and then waved his hand at the people who helped Hong Xiaoshuai down, and a group of people came out of the front door and the back door with a bang, and when he left, Han Fei took out a letter of persuasion from his pocket and threw it on the bar counter of the bar.

The neon lights in front of the bar were still flashing in red, yellow and blue, and the DJ was still ongoing, but it was completely quiet inside.

"Woo-woo-woo-" A short, intense siren sounded, and several police cars parked not far away started up, and the red and blue sirens lit up and drove towards the bar, as if it was long overdue.

……

Suburbs of J City.

In a long alley, in a simple but elegant courtyard, the color of blue bricks and black cloth tiles.

The courtyard is spacious and the flowers are placed with stones, and a large vat under the pomegranate tree is bubbling with blisters, and if you look closely, you can see that there are goldfish in it. Under the locust tree in the courtyard, there is a bluestone slab supported by marble pillars, which glows leisurely, exuding a rich historical atmosphere like a treasure box of incense, and narrating the old days in the brick cracks and tiles.

In the alley, a row of cars is neatly parked, Bentley, Porsche, Cadillac, the smooth car surface refracts the sunlight to every pedestrian passing by.

At the entrance of the courtyard, several men in black clothes and sunglasses were holding it, with a hard bulge on their waists, and their eyes were vigilantly looking at the surrounding situation.

Inside, the lights were dim, and the walls could not reflect any light, so the lamp above the old man's head could only illuminate a small piece of the ground in front of him.

Xie Jiuye, the speaker of the Sanlian Gang, sat in the pillar of light, and the light from top to bottom made his eyes and mouth hide in shadows, and it seemed that there were only three black holes left. In the darkness in front of him, Fu Qing knelt on the ground, his arms were firmly grasped, his hair was pulled up, his face was raised, and the young man held a piece of bamboo and slapped Fu Qing's face hard.

The corners of Fu Qing's mouth were dripping with blood, his face was completely swollen, like a red ball, and there were only two gaps left in his eyes.

After a few strokes, the young man had to stop, move his neck, wipe his sweat, calm his breathing a little, and wave his hand again until he was tired, and he swayed against the wall, panting as he fanned with a piece of bamboo.

When the young man stood in front of Fu Qing again, adjusted his posture, and raised the bamboo slices, Xie Jiuye spoke.

"Come back."

The young man turned around, nodded at Xie Jiuye, and threw down the bamboo piece in his hand, with a still straight tunic.

Fu Qing hung his head and knelt on the ground weakly, if it wasn't for someone grabbing his arm, he would definitely go limp, blood mixed with saliva flowing down his swollen mouth, dragging it long, like a red ribbon hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Smack!"

Not far away, a piece of letter paper was slapped on the table, the coffee table was shaken, and the tea in the purple clay pot almost splashed out.

"Humph! Fu Qing, is this a good thing you did? Sitting on the east side, a man in black asked, with unquenched anger on his face.

"Shut up!"

Xie Jiuye glared angrily, knocked the purple clay pot out, and shattered it on the wall, splashing a pool of steaming tea.

The man in black suddenly fell silent, and Fu Qing, who was kneeling, moved his Adam's apple, but he still didn't dare to explain anything more after all.

"Drag Fu Qing down and confine him for three months, and he will not be allowed to release him without my permission." Xie Jiuye waved his hand, and the two of them walked in from the outside, dragging Fu Qing out like a dead dog.

After Fu Qing was taken out, there was a dead silence in the room.

Sitting in the house are some of the leading figures of the Triad Gang, and they are also the owners of a luxury car outside. Today, they rushed to report on the situation of the hall for a year, but when they encountered this incident, they didn't dare to breathe when they saw that the helper was angry.

"Ah Yin." The old man looked up at the young man behind him, the man's black tunic outlined the cold handsome face, and the palm print behind him was faintly interrupted, and the aura of slaughter was well concealed in front of the old man.

Tang Yin is the adopted son of Xie Jiuye, and he is also the nightmare and executioner that lingers in the minds of many people in the hall!

They still remember that when Xie Jiuye was 60th birthday, several respected hall masters instigated everyone to put pressure on the old man, asking him to step down and replace the younger generation to continue to be in charge of the Triple Gang.

Of course, they died miserably, and more than 20 bodyguards were cut by Tang Yin with a fruit knife, and fell to the ground convulsing non-stop, spurting blood from their mouths and noses.

The bodyguards covered the narrow knife on their necks with their hands, but they could survive for a while, because they could also watch Tang Yin use a fruit knife to break the tendons and hamstrings of several hall masters who picked their heads, and then the fruit knife stabbed into the back of the head, bringing out the red and white brains.

"Hmm."

"Go get to the bottom of this."

The waitress gave the old man a new pot of tea, which was still a delicate purple gold clay pot, and the fragments on the wall were quickly cleaned up.

"Ah Yin knows."

Tang Yin hugged his hand, and then appeared from behind the old man, took the two Tibetan knives handed by the maid, and strode away.

The people in the hall looked at the ground quietly, without looking up, they didn't want to meet Tang Yin's bloodthirsty eyes, but when Tang Yin walked over, he had a feeling of being about to suffocate, that feeling of being on the verge of death.

It's like being stared at by a cobra.

Tang Yin is a weirdo, he only listens to the old man.