Nathan ---

"Obviously a poor sour boy, but he wants to pretend to be wide!"

"I obviously live in Shek Kip Wei, but I want to write about the mountain top road!"

Fighting Qiang drove Yan Xiong's black Ford car, and Du Yongxiao sat in the back, he looked through the rearview mirror, and said cool things from time to time.

Du Yongxiao understands the mood of Fighting, and he became an instant hit today, compared to Fighting Qiang, these people are envious, jealous and hateful to him, not to mention that Yan Xiong asked Fighting Qiang to personally drive Du Yongxiao home, which hurts Fighting Qiang's self-esteem even more.

If you are an ordinary person, you are afraid that you will have to say some comforting words or soft words at this time, so as not to provoke the enemy of cockfighting.

Du Yongxiao knows that if he wants to get ahead, he must step on someone else's position, and now he is in plainclothes and follows Yan Xiong, so the first stepping stone is the fighting in front of him.

"Brother Qiang's words are serious." Du Yongxiao said lightly, "Yan Ye has always had clear rewards and punishments. If you do the right thing, he will reward you, and if you do something wrong, you will punish you, Brother Qiang, you have been with Yan Ye for so long, should you not even understand this truth? ”

"Stinky boy, are you teaching me how to do things?" As soon as Dou Qiang turned around, there happened to be a passerby rushing across the road, he hurriedly braked, and almost hit the fish seller in front of him, and the Ford turned sideways but slammed and knocked over a rickshaw.

According to historical records, before 1908, there were no cars on the roads in Hong Kong, so the roads at that time were called Ma Lu, and this name is still used today.

In 1908, a very wealthy dentist at that time lived in Bonham Road, Hong Kong Island, but had to visit the clinic in Causeway Bay every day, which was very inconvenient, so he managed to buy a car from a foreign country to get around, and thus began the history of Hong Kong automobiles.

Two years later, in 1910, the then Governor of Hong Kong, Robert Lu, also brought a car from his hometown of England, becoming the first official to own a car since the opening of Hong Kong.

Since then, the number of cars on the roads in Hong Kong has increased year by year, and by 1918, there were more than 200 cars on the roads.

With the popularity of automobiles, various types of automobiles have emerged, including trucks and buses.

In order to facilitate management, the Ministry of Police refers to the practice of the United Kingdom to distinguish the license plate numbers of all cars by color, among which black on a white background represents private cars, white on a black background represents trucks, and buses and other passenger vehicles are uniformly used in white on a red background.

Yan Xiong's private car is wearing a "white card", and it is also an exclusive white card for the police.

This car was bought by himself at his own expense, and it cost 30,000 Hong Kong dollars, which is usually very precious.

At this moment, the Ford car knocked over the rickshaw, and the first time the fighting was not to consider whether he had hit someone to death, but how about the car?

"Hit you in the street, I'm going to die!" Fighting Qiang hurriedly got out of the car, and instead of looking at the rickshaw driver lying on the ground and moaning, and the rickshaw that was knocked over with its wheels facing the sky, he walked to the front of the car and stretched out his hand to check the front of the car that was wiped with flowers.

The left side of the front of the car was slapped with flowers, and the heart of the fighting immediately cooled.

"Hit the street, you're blind, don't you see that this is a police white card?" The fighting turned his head and was about to go crazy, but he saw more than a dozen people surrounding him, those people were shirtless and strong, and if you looked closely, they were all rickshaw drivers.

"Police white card? Mighty! A man with a Chinese face walked out of the crowd, with a white towel on his shoulder, wiping his dark cheeks, looking smiling and playful.

The fighting was forced, usually these gangs on the street retreat as soon as they see the police car, how can they ---- now?

"Who are you? Did you know that this car is a sideline? Seeing that the other party was outnumbered, Fighting was ready to move out of Yan Xiong to scare them.

"License plate 666, it's Inspector Yan Xiongyan!" The man with the Chinese character face grinned, "Who of us who pull rickshaws hasn't seen it?" ”

"Since you know that it is Yan Ye's, you still dare to ----"

"How dare you?" The man with the national character face stepped forward and approached the fighting, "Don't say that he is just a detective, even if the Hong Kong Governor hits and injures someone on this road, he will lose money!" ”

"Yes, Inspector is amazing, believe it or not, we're going to sue you in court!"

"You don't have to go to the courthouse, you can go straight to the newspaper! The newspaper reporters love this kind of thing! ”

Those coachmen, you say a word, I don't have the slightest fear.

Fighting took a step back, apparently seeing this kind of "Diao Min" for the first time.

"Na, I don't care who you are, who your boss is, now hit my brother, take the money!" Guozi stretched out his hand to Fighting Qiang, "If you don't have money, don't think about leaving!" ”

The cockfighting is angry, in Hong Kong, the rickshaw driver is the bottom of the bottom, usually the cockfighting is not right, but I didn't expect to be threatened now.

"Look for death!" The fighting pulled out his gun.

In normal times, as long as the gun is drawn, the other party will scatter, but now----

Guozi's face actually stepped forward with a smile, and put his chest on the gun of the fighting: "If you have the guts, open it!" My life is rotten, it's worthless, if you want to gamble with your life, come on! ”

"Huh?" Fighting was stunned, this scene seemed somewhat familiar.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him----

"Rotten life, can I say a few words."

Fighting Qiang rolled his eyes, and without looking back, he knew that Du Yongxiao got out of the car.

Rotten Mingkun and the others looked at Du Yongxiao.

Dressed in white, he is very Sven.

"Brother Qiang, put the gun away first, we are policemen, we have to reason with others!" Du Yongxiao walked up to Doujiqiang with a smile and said.

Fighting Qiang looked at the people in the rotten life kun, and then looked at the rickshaws blocked around, and directly blocked him and Du Yongxiao in the middle, and then took back the gun.

"You're the next one?"

"His colleague." Du Yongxiao took out a cigarette, popped one out and handed it to Rotten Mingkun: "Eat a cigarette." ”

Rotten Mingkun took it and sniffed it before getting it to his nose: "Yes, good smoke, it's still Marlboro!" It's a pity that one cigarette is not enough! As he spoke, he threw the cigarette to the brother next to him: "Please eat!" ”

After throwing away the cigarette, Rotten Life Kun looked at Du Yongxiao with a smile: "Do you want to talk about it?" ”

"First of all, the car doesn't matter, I want to see if this friend is seriously injured and needs to be taken to the hospital?" Du Yongxiao looked at the rickshaw driver lying on the ground.

"Come on, let's see if the coolie is still angry?"

Someone stepped forward, squatted down to look at the coolie, and replied: "The injury is very serious, I can only hum my nose, and I can't move!" ”

"See?" Rotten Life Kun pointed at the coolie, "He's almost killed by you, and now he can't even stand up!" ”

"So serious?" Du Yongxiao walked over with a serious face, without warning, and stepped on the coolie's head.

Just now I was lying on the ground humming and chirping, and the coolie who couldn't move a single bit was strong, and I launched it under one condition and got up with a bang!

"Do you want to be a beggar?" After the coolie finished speaking, he realized that he had been fooled.

Everyone looked at him.

Du Yongxiao touched a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "It seems that you can't die yet!" ”