"What? Is Phoenix dead? ”

As if he hadn't heard clearly, George asked again.

"Yes, because he lost all his net worth in last night's bet, I heard that his wife ran away from home with the child, this guy probably ended his life without thinking about it for a while.

Ay...... If you want me to say, how can there be a horse race in the world that wins all the time? There must be a pair of black hands behind this, and by the way, you won't buy that horse to win, right? ”

George was stunned for a moment, squeezed out a hint of embarrassment and denied, "I...... I only bought a little bit. ”

"Oh, that's good, or I'm wiser, and I've made a dozen pounds so far, how about I invite you to drink tonight?" To come? ”

"No...... No, I have something to do tonight. ”

George wanted to dig a crack in the ground and get in, the only difference between him and Phoenix was probably that he didn't have a wife and children to run around.

Suddenly, at this moment, there was an unusual noise outside the Chinese labor camp.

George and the bearded man noticed the sound and got up and walked out.

They saw from a distance that amid the roar of several trucks, many of the Chinese workers who had been pulled to help build the subway a few days ago had returned.

When George saw Zhou Yu surrounded by the Chinese workers, his heart trembled for no reason.

"Bruce Chow? How did he come back alive? What did the Clay Brothers do? Damn ......"

"Mr. Zhou! You're finally back! ”

Lu Xiucai and the backbone of C13 saw Zhou Yu come back, and their faces were filled with irrepressible joy.

"Xiucai, nothing happened during my absence, right?"

Lu Xiucai's eyes glanced in the direction of the overseer's lounge intentionally or unintentionally, and then smiled: "It's not a big deal, let's go back and talk slowly." Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Zhou, they are already very tired, so everyone disperses and let them rest first. ”

"Yes, yes, let Mr. Zhou and his brothers rest first, then we can go back and talk about it~!"

The fortune teller also chimed in.

"Cloth ...... Bruce, hehe, welcome back. ”

George squeezed out a smile and said hello to Zhou Yu, but the latter just glanced at him meaningfully, and ignored it, and left.

"Hell...... It's just a laborer...... Don't think I'm scared of you! ”

George thought viciously to himself, but then he left the camp and reported to the Brotherhood of Clay.

After nightfall, in the dormitory of No. 04 warehouse of Huagongying.

Zhou Yu and other C13 brothers took out all the guns buried before and scattered them in ambush in all corners of the Chinese Gong Battalion.

Tommy and his Razor Party members arrived at the periphery ahead of time, keeping an eye on the movements in the camp.

Zhou Yu knew that this incident at the quarry would definitely anger the Clay brothers, and they would definitely take action on the night when their group had just returned to the Chinese Workers' Camp.

As the minutes passed, the brothers of C13 did not dare to relax in the slightest with their expressions of concentration.

When the time came to one o'clock in the morning, Zhou Yu, who had a keen sense of the five senses, moved his ears slightly, and finally heard some movement.

It was the sound of many people stepping briskly on the ground, and at least two hundred people came to hear the sound.

"Zhou Zhen, cripple, tell everyone to cheer up and prepare to pick up customers."

"Okay!"

Zhou Zhen and the cripple, who were the fastest, quickly hid in the darkness and conveyed Zhou Yu's orders to the others.

The footsteps gradually approached, and on the square at the entrance of the Chinese workers' camp, Ronald Clay, who had a somewhat hideous expression, held a revolver in his hand and led a group of people to surround him like a dark cloud.

Although there are more than 50,000 Chinese workers in the Chinese labor battalion, there are only one and eight people in C13, so Ronald is still very sure of this trip.

"Damn Chinese workers...... Do they even know what they've done? And that damn journalist......"

Ronald whispered a few names, his eyes full of madness and bloodlust.

"Mr. Ronald, our action tonight ...... Does Mr. Reginald know? ”

At this time, one of the Brotherhood of Clay asked worriedly.

"What?"

Ronald craned his neck and half-turned around to look at the person who was questioning, and the latter waved his hand in fright: "No, no, no...... Not...... I just thought it would be better to tell Mr. Reginald, after all, he said he wanted to find out about it first......"

"Hmm...... Check it out, you're right, my eldest brother is cautious and steady, and he can take the gang for a long time......"

Ronald said as he walked over to the member who spoke, wrapping his left arm around the latter's shoulder in a very intimate look.

"Then you say...... I've already brought so many people out tonight, should I just go back like this? ”

"No...... Mr. Ronald, I didn't mean that, I meant to say...... Not!? ”

The gang member tried to explain, but suddenly his body trembled, and his eyes widened in disbelief because a dagger was stuck in his neck.

"Don't forget that we are the Clay Brotherhood...... Reginald is Clay, and I, Ronald, am Clay......"

The man who had been impaled through the neck trembled and collapsed, but Ronald drew his dagger, put it on his tongue and licked it.

"Give me some strength tonight to find and kill the leader of the Chinese laborers......"

"Yes, Mr. Ronald!"

The other gang members were afraid that the murderous brother Clay would go crazy again, so they hurriedly replied in unison.

"Alright...... Now, get to work. ”

As soon as Ronald gave the order, more than 200 members of the Clay Brotherhood behind him strode towards the Chinese labor camp.

Tonight, however, the gate that should have been closed by the Chinese Workers' Battalion was not locked, the sentry post where the overseer should have been stationed was empty, and the personnel who were supposed to be on night patrol were gone, as if it had become a street park that everyone could walk through.

If the Clay brothers' actions were not tacitly approved by the senior management of the Chinese Workers Battalion tonight, Zhou Yu would not have believed it, but this is exactly what he wanted, after all, this can also make C13 let go of his hands and feet to do it with the other party.

"Stepping on ......"

The sound of leather boots stomping on the ground is getting closer and clearer.

At this moment, a ray of moonlight pierced through the turbid and thick haze over London and sprinkled at the entrance of the Chinese Workers' Camp.

Standing in the black was a group of Clay Brotherhood members in top hats, most of them armed with knives and axes, and a few armed with hot weapons such as revolvers, rifles, and backfires.

On the other hand, on the C13 side, almost everyone has a gun in their hands, but there are various models and styles, including the British-made WeberyScott MK revolver, the German-made Manlisa M1903 pistol, and of course, the classic Mauser rifle, and the Mudzhu guy even holds a Lewis light machine gun.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the Chinese Industrial Camp, Ronald Clay stopped, looked at the undefended complex, and suddenly a trace of ominous premonition rose in the depths of his heart.