At ten o'clock, the Bafu Street Boxing Gym was crowded with people, and cars came and went at the door.

The nine-patterned dragon stood in the ring and looked around at the little brother below.

"Long-haired Flying Eagle!"

"Here."

"You two go to Cuiping Street, Changfa Street starts, Flying Eagle Street ends, I don't want the sign of Shengyi to be there tomorrow."

"Receiving Brother Long, you can rest assured that there will be no problem."

The nine-striped dragon nodded, and said to the eagle and the falcon: "You two go to Yuehua Street, the end of the Falcon Street on Eagle Street." ”

"After receiving Brother Long, the dwarf mules in Guantang are all loose eggs, and they are easy to handle."

The nine-striped dragon did not refute, it is true that the farther away from the oil and water area, the more useless and courageous the people who come out to mix. Because people with the ability like to run to developed places, oil and water can make money.

The nine-patterned dragon finally looked at the ghost Buddha.

"You are the protagonist tonight, the stage is set, and you decide how to sing this play."

The ghost Buddha's face was full of red light, and he replied seriously: "Brother Long, don't worry, you won't fall into your prestige." ”

The nine-striped dragon waved his right hand.

"Let's go!"

Hearing this, the long-haired Mitaka of the Ghost Buddha immediately turned to the people beside him: "Let's go." ”

One by one, they walked towards the door, and there were guys at the door, one by one, and they got into the car and sat down. The cars at the door were full of one by one, and they were basically twelve-seater Jinbei vans.

Five minutes later, except for the people who stayed behind, everyone left, and the nine-tattooed dragon got down from the ring, lit a cigarette, and said to the people who stayed behind: "Go to the streets and keep guard, just in case someone doesn't steal your home." ”

"Yes, Brother Long, don't worry! Let's go. ”

Jiuwenlong's worry is actually not unreasonable, although he doesn't have much oil and water on Bafu Street, but who doesn't have a few enemies when he comes out to mix this thing? What if someone sends someone to keep an eye on it?

For example, on the third floor diagonally opposite the gym at the moment, there was a person muttering quietly.

"Do you want to inform Ringo? The nine-striped dragon poured out of the nest, the nest is so empty, isn't it right to take revenge now? ”

This person's name is Chen Zhengdong, the younger brother of the Lin under the little overlord, nicknamed Dwarf Tsaidong.

He thought about it and felt more and more right, he had been coming to Bafu Street for several days, and he had rented a house diagonally opposite the gym, and he was almost suffocating to death every day when he squatted in it. I just want to complete the task ordered by the big guy as soon as possible, and he doesn't care at all about whether the nine-tattooed dragon dies or not, and Lao Tzu doesn't know you.

So I picked up the phone.

"Hey, Brother Lin, I'm Dwarf. There is an action on the side of the nine-tattooed dragon tonight, and we can copy his nest when he comes out? ”

The Lin on the opposite side was not moved at all when he heard this, because the little overlord explained that he wanted the life of the nine-striped dragon, not the territory. To tell the truth, it's useless for them to ask for territory, Xiaobawang's land is in Sai Kung, and Hong Tai already has a hall in Kowloon, whose territory is down? Could it be that the new people who called Kowloon for free were popular?

Thinking like this, Lin suddenly found a blind spot, yes! Lao Tzu can't do it, he can let the fire do it! Anyway, he is close to Kowloon, and last time Brother Overlord also said that he wanted to let Huo Huo be a substitute for the dead ghost, isn't it just right now?

Lin knew that after he became popular, he hadn't paid attention to Liwei yet, and the emptiness of the Nine Pattern Dragon's lair today was just an opportunity. This is not a conspiracy, this is a conspiracy, he is not afraid of being popular at all, if he is not hot, he will help with propaganda tomorrow, so that everyone in Hongtai knows that Huofu is a soft-footed shrimp.

As for whether the people of the Nine Tattooed Dragon can withstand the popularity after coming back, he doesn't care at all, his boss is a little overlord and not hot. He also has no sense of belonging to Hong Tai, he is the younger brother of Xiaobawang in Saigon.

It is best to lose both the nine-striped dragon and the fire, and when the time comes, Hong Tai and Fuhe will be fighting like dogs again, but it has nothing to do with me Saigon, it is so far away, I am powerless! If someone in Hongtai is unhappy, he will not dare to call the shots if the big guy is not there, and no one will listen to me and send it away.

The more Lin thought about it, the more he felt that he was smart, and he laughed unconsciously.

"Ah Dong, are you sure that no one is watching on Bafu Street, the old nest of the Nine Tattooed Dragons?"

Dwarf Zaidong immediately responded: "No, Brother Lin, just now I saw more than 20 cars carrying people away, it should be their Fuhe action!" ”

When the Lin heard this, he said, "Okay, you continue to keep an eye on the nine-patterned dragon for me over there, and I will arrange it." ”

Hearing the forest say this, the short boy is numb, you have copied all the people's nests when you step on the horse, what do you want? When? Lao Tzu came out to mix, not to be an agent. It's a pity that these words can only be thought about, and they dare not say them. Well, you can say it, tactfully.

"Hee-hee, that, that."

Lin wanted to hang up the phone, but when he heard Short Boy Dong want to speak, he stopped and said angrily: "If there is a fart, let it go." ”

"Big guy, can you change someone to keep an eye on me, I stay in the rental house here every day, I can't stand it anymore, I haven't been to the horse pen for a few days."

Eh, the Lin was speechless, I can understand the matter, but I can't accept it, the little overlord arranged for people to keep an eye on the matter of the nine-pattern dragon, of course, the less people know, the better, so the replacement must not be changed.

"Will you die if you don't go to the stall for a few days? You can't do this little thing, how can you come out and mess around? If you are asked to stare at someone, you will be crooked, is it itchy? ”

Dwarf Dong was shocked by the roar, he was quite afraid of the forest.

"I know the big guy, I'll keep an eye on you."

The Lin was satisfied when he heard this, and when he saw that the little brother was obedient, he should also draw some big cakes.

"This matter is done, money and women are indispensable to you, you can rest assured. Don't worry about the horse pen all day long, isn't it good to come out and mix with yourself to take the horse? You can't put it, but the big brother introduces you to a beautiful one. ”

Sticks and carrots, although the forest doesn't know this sentence, but it is quite slippery. When Shorty Boy Dong heard the big cake he painted, he immediately made a fuss.

"Don't worry, big guy, I will definitely stare at the nine-patterned dragon, as long as he is alone, I will definitely inform you."

Lin nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, then let's do this first, I'll arrange someone to put on a good show for the Nine Tattooed Dragon."

Hang up the phone.

Seeing that the black ghost forest was hanging up, he also put down the phone and walked to the window to look at the boxing gym diagonally opposite. The neon lights reflected in, reflecting his shadow, looking much shorter than the average person.

Well, it's not a matter of light or angle, Shorty East Shorty Boy, only the wrong name, no wrong nickname, he is really not tall, only about one meter five.

Because he is often teased and bullied, plus he looks average, and no woman likes him, so he can only go to the horse pen to solve his physiological problems.

After the black ghost forest hung up the phone of the short boy Dong, he quickly found out the hot number, and before leaving, the little overlord wrote the numbers of Hong Tai's people and the dragon head to him, in case he didn't have an accident in Saigon, so he could ask for help.

I ran to the public telephone hall, picked up the phone and broadcast it, and soon connected, and the voice came out of the other end of the phone.

"Who?"

The black ghost Lin hurriedly said: "Tell Brother Huo, today's Nine Pattern Dragon Lair is empty, and everyone has gone out, which is a good opportunity to do it." ”

After saying that, he didn't care that the other side was still "Hey, hey, who are you?" What do you mean by that? Feed? "Just hang up.

On the other end of the phone was a young man in his twenties, who wanted to call back when he heard that the phone hung up, but no one answered the main station, hung up the phone with a blank face, and walked to the side of the fire.

"Boss, someone called and said that there was no guard on Bafu Street tonight, I don't know if it's true or not."

Hot Fire sits in a boss's chair, with a figure struggling to swallow below, scrubbing his beard.

"There aren't many people with my number, who would be bored to call me like this and dare not show my true face?"

Huo thought about it, but couldn't think of it.

"Send someone to Bafu Street to have a look immediately, and if the news is really real, I will personally bring someone over."

"Received the big guy."