The rain fell heavier again, and there were no more pedestrians on the road, and even the cry of the baby could not be heard, only the majestic raindrops, which smashed on the bluestone slab and condensed into a thick layer of mist, as if rising from the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jiang He tapped lightly on the table, and to be honest, he was a little nervous.

Hu Xiaoliu still threw grapes one grape at a time in his mouth, the seeds and skins were chewed and swallowed by him, and a trace of purple juice hung on the corner of his mouth, looking a little cruel.

"There are a bunch of nasty guys in the West Market who always don't pay rent, and they always have to charge some interest today. Hu Xiaoliu picked another crimson grape, and then said as if talking to himself.

Jiang He looked at the person standing at the head of the bridge, and did not answer Hu Xiaoliu's words, but just looked at the rain in front of him hanging into a curtain, which was very hazy.

Finally, Hu Xiaoliu finished eating a large bunch of grapes, got up and stood at the door, and some rain drifted in. Jiang He followed him, and at some point he held the sword that Hu Xiaoliu had brought in his hand.

The hilt of the sword is wrapped in thick hemp rope, which is somewhat prickly, but very full. Hu Xiaoliu also picked up the umbrella at his feet and rolled up the trouser leg that he had rolled up during the meal before.

Jiang He also propped up his oil-paper umbrella, he knew that no matter whether he followed Hu Xiaoliu today or not, he would have no way to take the big exam again. Thinking of this, he didn't feel a little angry, and a few drops of rain leaking in from the tip of the umbrella dripped on his forehead.

There are two major gangs in this Kyoto city, the Black Tiger Gang in the West City, and the White Dragon Gang in the East City, which are probably some hooligans and gangsters, and the names are always vulgar and domineering, but these two common name gangs should not be underestimated.

There are also rumors that the Black Tiger Gang is a gang force of the military department Shangshu people, and the White Dragon Gang is controlled by the Imperial Doctor.

Hu Xiaoliu finally walked to the street, his figure was a little blurred in the rainstorm, and Jiang He stood behind him.

Hu Xiaoliu held an umbrella in one hand, rolled up his sleeves with one hand, looked at the black head on the other side of the bridge and said softly to Jiang He: "Let me introduce you to the one standing at the head of the bridge, the Black Tiger Gang Ma Sanye, who is in charge of the Qinglou, a large and small gambling house in the West Market, has monstrous power, but I don't like him." ”

He paused and continued: "I always like some rough acts of cutting off fingers and legs, it's too uneducated. ”

Jiang He thought to himself what kind of culture a group of underworld people were talking about.

Often, there is always a negotiation phase before the gangs fight on both sides, which is cliché, but it is also important. First of all, we must clarify the rights and wrongs of the Qing Dynasty, who who beat my little brother, who who crosses the border to do business, who who sleeps with whose wife, most of them are these contradictions, if you can shake hands and talk, and finally see each other like joy, the big guys on both sides come out to call brothers and brothers and then drink a cup together, this matter is over.

If you can't talk, then you will raise your knife to meet each other and kill each other.

But no matter what the final negotiation is, we must first call the brothers who are accepted, this negotiation is about morale, if the other party is thousands of people, my two people, no matter what, there is no confidence, so whether it is street gangsters, or the two armies are fighting, there are always no less people behind the black pressure.

Jiang He looked around, held an umbrella and asked confidently, "Shopkeeper Hu, let's just two of us?"

Hu Xiaoliu stepped on the rain, soaked the straw sandals, and replied: "How is it possible, the brothers are behind." ”

As soon as Hu Xiaoliuhuan finished speaking, a group of thugs in white shirts walked out of the streets and alleys, forming a strong contrast with the group of people in black shirts on the other side of the bridge.

The corners of Jiang He's mouth grinned, this black and white clothes, and corporate culture are in it.

The old rules, Ma Sanye stepped out with one foot and shouted to this side: "Hu Xiaoliu, now you eat the external customs items in this city alone, I'm afraid this is a bit out of order." ”

Hu Xiaoliu smiled, "How's it, Ma Sanye, I eat these goods outside the Guan, you can't eat your Caoyun inside the Guan?"

"What you said is not right, we always compete fairly in business, and our appetite is too big to support. ”

Hu Xiaoliu shook the umbrella, some rain had fallen on his hand along the handle of the umbrella, he looked at Ma Sanye and smiled softly, and continued: "Okay, Cao Yun will give me this bowl of wonton soup outside the gate for you to drink, how about it?"

The third master of the horse's face sank, and his muscles were bruised.

Jiang He knew that it was impossible to negotiate this negotiation, Lord Yushi was the boss behind the entire White Dragon Gang, and the boss's daughter was almost killed, although it was planned by the military department Shangshu, but this Black Tiger Gang was the force under the military department Shangshu, so no matter how it was calculated, this account had to be recorded on the head of the Black Tiger Gang.

Jiang He changed the sword in his right hand to his left hand, so that he could draw the sword at any time.

The younger brothers of the Black Tiger Gang gathered on the other side of the river one after another, separated by three bridges and a Fu River.

Hu Xiaoliu pointed to another person, turned his head to Jiang He and said, "The one in black, do you see it?" ”

Jiang He thought that the opposite side was wearing black clothes, but he still looked in the direction he pointed, a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a black robe, holding a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, holding an umbrella, and looking a little chivalrous from a distance.

"The five leaders of the Black Dragon Gang, looking at his sassy appearance, he is obviously a thief, and he likes to wear a long shirt and pretend to be a knight. ”

Hu Xiaoliu said this very loudly, and spat vigorously on the riverbank after speaking. But he forgot that he also likes to wear chivalrous shirts.

The man looked at Hu Xiaoliu, and was not annoyed by Hu Xiaoliu's words, but said quietly: "Hu Xiaoliu, you and I are half a catty and eight taels, and I am not afraid to scold myself when I say this." ”

Hu Xiaoliu spit on the riverbank again, and scolded: "I'm sorry, you egg cub is bigger than me, obviously you don't have a culture, you don't know a few big characters, and you pretend to be a chivalrous man." ”

The person on the other side was unmoved, because he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly from too far away, as if he didn't care about scheming with Hu Xiaoliu, he still stood by the river without saying a word, and the guy behind him held an umbrella for him. There were finally more and more people on both sides, and the banks of the river were already crowded with people. Occasionally, a woman and child who wanted to open the window to look at the lively nearby residents were hurriedly dragged into the house by their men and elders before they could even look at it, and the window slammed shut tightly, and the candle was suddenly blown out.

There was silence all around, and the sound of rain echoed around the river bridge.

The younger brother in the rear greeted him for a while, Jiang He turned around, and another man in a short-sleeved white shirt walked over from the crowd, carrying an exaggerated axe in his hand.

Hu Xiaoliu also nodded to him and said hello: "Ghost master." ”

The person who came was none other than Old Ghost Li, the big boss of the White Dragon Gang.

Old Ghost Li looked at Jiang He and bowed slightly to Jiang He, "Mr. Jiang." ”

Jiang He hurriedly returned the salute, "Ghost master." ”

Old Ghost Li looked at Jiang He, nodded with satisfaction, and bowed to Jiang He again, and then Old Ghost Li lowered his head and said, "Thank you Mr. Jiang for taking care of Miss Jiang a few days ago." ”

Jiang He waved his hand, bowed in return, and then replied, "I can't talk about taking care of it." The ghost master doesn't have to make this big gift. ”

Old Ghost Li raised his body, looked at the river in front of him with interest, and then walked towards the bridge with a big axe with a wave of his hand, standing with Hu Xiaoliu.

Old Ghost Li walked to the riverbank, looked at the people on the other side of the bridge, and said loudly to the other side of the river: "Ma Sanye, Zhang Wuye, walking the rivers and lakes is originally about morality... He paused again as he spoke, and looked at the big axe in his hand, which had some faint traces of blood, dripping, and was washed by the rain.

"Today, I will teach you this morality again, first, not to kill innocents indiscriminately, and second, to harm your family. ”

As soon as his voice fell, the little brothers who had just come from the rear threw the big stones in their hands one after another, and the swords were tense!

The people of the Black Tiger Gang retreated for a while, thinking that it was some heavy stone weapon, and dodged one after another, but those stones did not hit the other party's crowd, like some soft balloons that were weak and deflated.

When they looked closely, these so-called "stones" turned out to be human heads wrapped in cloth, and there were even some heads of women and children.

"Since you don't talk about morality first, then it's no wonder to me. Old Ghost Li looked at the heads that had been washed away by the rain and still had blood stains.

Ma Sanye's eyes widened, and he shouted frantically: "Old Ghost Li, you deserve to die!"

He picked up the machete in his hand and kicked his feet towards the bridge, and countless shouts of killing sounded, and a thunderclap pierced the sky, rolling in with endless sounds!

Old Ghost Li also greeted him with a big axe, and the little brother behind him poured out of the alley like a tide.

Hu Xiaoliu didn't move, he stared closely at Li Wuye on the other side of the river, and the umbrella in his hand firmly blocked the rain falling from the sky.

Jiang He didn't move, he stood quietly behind Hu Xiaoliu, and just now Old Ghost Li whispered in his ear: "Follow Xiaoliu." ”

Although he was puzzled, he did it anyway, but the hand holding the scabbard tightened, and Jiang He's hand was a little sweaty, but it was soon washed away by the rain that drifted in.

The pouring rain washed over this quiet and unusual night in the capital, as always.