By the window on the fourth floor of the hall.

Uncle Wen looked down and said, "Yang Sheng, this kid is quite good at demagoguery, but ordinary rotten boys don't have this ability."

Lao Ding, what do you say Yang Sheng will do if he really kills Luo Rong this time? ”

Uncle Chang squinted his eyes slightly, and smiled: "If he really kills Luo Rong, then wouldn't our Hong Shenglian be beautiful?"

Don't worry, this kid can't set off any storms, as long as the three of us haven't retreated, whoever wants to come out has to nod the three of us. ”

If the newcomer wants to come out, the old man will abdicate.

The three elders of Hong Shenglian have controlled the entire Hong Shenglian for more than 20 years, and they are not yet ready to retire.

In addition to the ghost guy Wen below, Yang Sheng below quickly picked out four people.

Two of them were introduced by Ghost Guy Wen, and they were both more capable of playing in Hong Shenglian's 49 boys.

One is called Leopard Head, tall and fierce-looking, although he has not learned any serious fighting skills, but he is strong and dares to be ruthless.

The other is called Di Lu, who looks a little handsome, but he has yellow hair and studs, and he looks like a rotten boy at the bottom.

However, Yang Sheng glanced at the other party thoughtfully.

This guy should have been trained, his feet are powerful, his body is straight, even if he walks crookedly like other rotten boys, but his spine is as straight as ever.

At this time, Ghost Guy Wen came over with a little excitement and asked, "Pretty boy, how can we do it?" Do you need to disguise yourself first and infiltrate the inside of Luo Rongtang's mouth to assassinate him? ”

The corners of Yang Sheng's mouth twitched slightly.

He can now be sure that Ghost Lao Wen stood up purely because he wanted to kill people with itchy hands.

"The club kills people, and it's not to be an agent, what is it to disguise yourself? Of course, it's just going to go in. ”

Di Lu scratched his head and said, "Brother Sheng, is it so rude?" ”

Yang Sheng said in a deep voice: "It's so rude.

Let me ask you, if you were Luo Rong, would you think that Hong Shenglian, a sunset club, would dare to come and kill him in the middle of the night? ”

Several people shook their heads.

Even now some of them feel a little regretful, and they don't know why they rushed to do such a deadly task.

Yang Sheng stretched out his hands: "You can't think of it, and Luo Rong can't think of it either."

Luo Rong is a member of Mong Kok in the British Associated Press, but his own territory has extended to the entire Yau Tsim Mong area, so his subordinates are also scattered.

At this time, Luo Rong must be in his Tangkou Fulong Building.

The terrain in the building is narrow, and no matter how many people there are, it is useless, so the six of us are enough to block a passage in the first three and three in the back, as long as we can kill Luo Rong as quickly as possible, we will have a chance to get out alive. ”

It seems that they were infected by Yang Sheng's self-confidence, and the mentality of several other people has also stabilized.

Wrap the guy in his hand with a newspaper, hide it in his clothes, and prepare to go.

This method is a common method used in community fights, otherwise you will walk around with a machete and you may be invited to the police station for tea halfway.

Dilu was holding a dog-legged knife, a Nepalese Gurkha knife.

Instead of using a knife, the leopard head holds an alloy baseball bat.

This thing is the best for him to play, and he doesn't worry about getting into trouble with the strip.

Yang Sheng turned around and saw the weapon that the ghost guy Wen was holding, and suddenly sighed lightly.

They were two forty-centimeter-long straight bayonets, with a barb on one side of the handle, and they looked like they were some years old.

"The devil's 38-style bayonet?"

Yang Sheng asked with some confusion.

He'd only seen it on TV, so it felt familiar.

Ghost Lao Wen nodded and said, "Yes, I'm coming after I see Uncle Wen there."

I heard that our Hong Shenglian killed two devils in the middle of the night during the Japanese occupation and robbed them with a double-flowered red stick.

It is said that the traitors and devils who died under these two bayonets later exceeded double digits, and the devils on the street did not dare to patrol the streets with less than five people.

Oops, using devils' things to kill devils, it's exciting to think about it. ”

Yang Sheng nodded, Hong Shenglian was also brilliant at the beginning.

When it comes to qualifications, Hong Shenglian can be said to be the descendant of Hongmen, which can be traced back to the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

During the Japanese occupation, many associations in Hong Kong either became traitors for profit, or because they were cowardly and afraid of death.

But Hong Shenglian refused to go along with him, secretly resisted Japan, and assassinated many Japanese criminals and traitors.

Even Hong Shenglian's disciples were once wanted and were not allowed to move the hall to a dark place.

At that time, many of Hong Shenglian's red sticks that could be fought died under the guns of the Japanese invaders, and it can be said that he lost ninety percent of his elite.

After the defeat of Japan, there were even less than 100 people left in the entire Hong Shenglian, and since then it has turned from prosperity to decline.

And because almost all the elites who could fight and fight in Hong Shenglian were exhausted, and the rest of them were almost all cowardly and incompetent, so they did not seize the best development opportunity of the club, and they have been declining until today.

If Hong Shenglian could have a big guy like Chai Hongtu to survive, he might not be as good as he is today.

"By the way, pretty boy, don't you use weapons?"

Ghost Lao Wen looked at Yang Sheng a little strangely.

If you don't take a knife to cut someone, do you baa with your fists?

Yang Sheng thought for a while and said, "Is there a three-edged thorn, help me find one." ”

The essence of national art lies in weapon fighting, and even all kinds of boxing techniques in the early days are almost all evolved from weapons.

Now each family also has special weapons to match.

For example, gossip with a knife is like a gun.

But Yang Sheng didn't put much effort into this, because he learned kung fu in the early days to kill people and take revenge.

It is impossible for him to carry a Qinglong Glaive Knife to kill the Lin Group to take revenge, so even if he learns weapons, he only tastes them, and at most he works on some short weapons.

Among these weapons, the triangular stab has been practicing for the longest time, and his proficiency is also the highest.

After finding a three-edged thorn for Yang Sheng, the six of them took a taxi directly to Fulong Building.

At this time, on the sixteenth floor of the Fulong Building, there was a very luxuriously decorated office.

Luo Rong sat in the boss's chair, pressed the head of the woman under him with both hands, and kicked it aside after a stir.

"Fuck stinky bitch! The technology is so bad, it almost broke Lao Tzu's fine guy! Do I need to throw you to Polan Street for a few days? ”

The woman vomited and sobbed at the same time: "Don't, Brother Rong! I'll pay it back as soon as possible! ”

Luo Rong lifted his pants, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "At most, I will send you to the horse pen if I don't get on it." ”

As the strongest person in the British Associated Press today, Luo Rong is not the one who can beat the most, and can even be said to be the weakest one.

He was born in a white paper fan, and there is no one who can play yet.

There is only one reason why it can develop to this scale, and that is that Luo Rong is rich and rich.

Luo Rong started as a loan shark and was nicknamed Gui Lirong before.

For example, when other clubs were still making money there by collecting protection fees and selling powder, Luo Rong had already turned his attention to other places.

From loan sharks to finance, from all kinds of A-goods clothing and bags to pirated CDs, and even the film and television industry, he has a hand.

It is precisely because of his money that Luo Rong can afford to raise so many younger brothers, and even dares to argue with the British Associated Press.

Turning to go out, there was a 'bang' sound in another room outside the office.

Luo Rong knocked on the door and shouted, "Ah Hui, don't fight at night, you don't sleep, you boss and I have to sleep too." ”

The door was pushed open, and a tall young man of 1.9 meters came out.

The young man had long and slender cheeks, a grim face, his forearms and hands wrapped in white linen, and his upper body was bare, and beads of sweat dripped from his angular muscles.

He had a dragon horn tattooed on his chest, a fierce beast as fierce as a jackal.

Whenever beads of sweat swept through the red eyes of the beast, it was as if the beast was blinking, which was very evil.

This young man is Luo Rong's real confidant, the Nanshan Tiger Yaohui among the three tigers of the British Associated Press!

Yaohui was an orphan, his father left his mother and son and ran away, and his mother died because she was seriously ill and could not afford medicine.

There were countless half-sized orphans like him in Hong Kong at that time, and there were always only a few who could enter Po Leung Kuk, so Yiu Fai has been living on the streets.

Once Luo Rong saw Yaohui being pressed to the ground by a group of people for stealing half a roast goose, and his head was broken and bleeding silently, and he was desperately chewing the goose meat in his mouth.

At that time, Luo Rong felt that this kid was tough enough, so he gave him a barbecued pork rice and asked him if he was willing to follow him.

Since then, Yaohui has become Luo Rong's personal brother, and later double-flowered red sticks, Nanshan Tiger Yaohui.

Luo Rong only took a fancy to Nguyen Phong because he could fight, in fact, he didn't trust the Vietnamese, and his real henchman was always Yao Hui.

Yaohui's room is outside his office, even if he is sleeping with his lover, it is Yaohui who is guarding outside.

"Just now I called Hong Shenglian's three old things and asked them to hand them over.

From what I know about these three old guys, they certainly don't have the courage to carry it with me.

I'm going to sleep, if I wait for Hong Shenglian to come and send someone away, you don't need to call me, just pull that bastard to sink into the water.

Damn it!

Lao Tzu spent millions on Ruan Feng's guy, so I asked other people from the British Associated Press to help me speak, and I got Ruan Feng a position of a double-flower red stick, which is a big loss this time.

That Vietnamese boy is also a waste, and he was beaten to death in the ring before the first round.

If you don't have the ability, you'll fuck out cruel words! ”

Luo Rong scolded and scolded, but Yaohui was silent, just nodded and said, "I know the big guy." ”

"I'll leave it to you, I'll rest assured."

After patting Yaohui on the shoulder, Luo Rong went back to his office to sleep.

His office in the Fulong Building is extremely luxuriously furnished, with a large bedroom at the back.

Yaohui closed the door and didn't continue his fisting, just untied the sandbag that was oozing blood in drops.

Pull the zipper, and inside the sandbag is a person whose flesh and blood are blurred and his face can't be seen clearly!