Li Xiling's expression did not change when he heard Zhou Yu's words, but his eyes narrowed even more.

"Hehehe~ Not bad, yes, worthy of the young man I fancied, it seems that this trip to invite you to eat fish is the right one, let's go, we are also at the place, let you taste the skills of the best chef in Chinatown."

The carriage stopped in front of a building with an ancient Chinese appearance, and outside the door of the building stood four stout red-painted columns, with eaves and arches on the surface, brick and wood carvings were the same, and there were six large fiery red lanterns hanging at both ends of the doorway.

Zhou Yu looked up, and the door of the building was written with red paint on a black background, and the two Yan Zhenqing-style block letters --- "Hutchison".

"Huh~ Old man, your teahouse is really magnificent, no wonder you can afford to invite the best Chinese chef in New York, it turns out that today is a boy I stained your light, I have a mouth~"

The carriage stopped, and several men wearing black satin shirts, black cotton trousers, black cloth shoes, and black top hats walked out quickly, and stood in two rows.

The bodyguard, who had been following the old man every step of the way, jumped out of the carriage, opened the door of the carriage, and stretched out his hand to help this influential figure in the Chinese circle out of the carriage.

"President!"

After Li Xiling stepped out of the carriage, the group of black-clothed people bowed neatly, and the atmosphere was instantly full, making Zhou Yu feel like he was dreaming of returning to Shanghai Beach.

"A big guy is a big guy, and he may be the only one in the entire Chinatown with this kind of row......"

Zhou Yu was the last to get out of the carriage, and Hong Ah Ghost followed him with two steps, but just as the two were about to enter the "Hutchison" gate, they were stopped by the man in black at the door.

"Both, search."

The man in black said coldly.

Li Xiling glanced at the man, and said in a slightly reproachful tone: "What are you doing Ah Qiang, this little friend is my guest, he is the protagonist of today's whole fish banquet, what is the body?" He has no chance of harming me. ”

The man in black lowered his head, but his raised arm stubbornly did not let go.

Zhou Yu said with a smile: "Don't don't, old man, the process that should be taken still has to be followed, ghost." ”

Zhou Yu glanced at Hong Agui, who struggled inwardly for a few seconds, and then consciously shook his arms, pulled up his trouser legs, lifted his coat, and put four short knives and a pistol in the wooden plate held by a waiter.

The black-clothed people around him looked at him with an instant look of vigilance, and even a few of them had already pressed their hands to their waists and surrounded Zhou Yu and Hong Ah Ghost.

At this time, Li Xiling's eyes widened slightly, and he shouted in a deep voice: "All retreat!" ”

The people in black stepped back vigilantly, while Zhou Yu shrugged his shoulders and calmly let a man in black search his body.

The man in black touched his arms, legs, and waist until Li Xiling glared at the man, and then gave up, and dodged aside.

Zhou Yu didn't have any unhappiness on the surface, but he snorted coldly in his heart: "If you can find out where my weapon is hidden, then I don't have to mix it up in the future, disarm?" I'm not generous enough yet. ”

Walking into this Hutchison teahouse, Zhou Yu saw that the interior revealed luxurious arrangements and decorations, those tables and chairs were made of precious wood at a glance, and the extremely spacious hall walls were also hung with landscapes and paintings of flowers and birds, all of which revealed the economic strength and taste of the owner of this teahouse.

In front of them, there were many delicate-looking young girls standing on the left and right, who should be waitresses.

Li Xiling introduced with a smile: "Today, for this table of whole fish feast, we Hutchison is temporarily closed for one day, come and come, sit next to me." ”

Zhou Yu looked at the very ancient tea house hall, which had been specially cleaned up, and there was a huge round wooden table in front of the position near the stage, and there were already several people waiting there on the wooden table, and the table was placed with fragrant tea and some nuts and snacks.

Zhou Yu swept around as if at random, and memorized the appearance and characteristics of everyone present in his mind.

The old man naturally sat on the top seat, and to the surprise of others, the godfather of Chinatown actually arranged a young descendant like Zhou Yu on his left hand, which is enough to show the importance of this person.

The old man's granddaughter, Ah Di, sat on his right hand, and on Ah Di's right, sat a woman in her thirties, with a graceful figure, long hair coiled up, and a high-slit cheongsam.

She was holding a cigarette pouch pot inlaid with a jade cigarette holder in her hand, and she was sucking in small sips, and a pair of phoenix eyes looked at Zhou Yu casually for a few times before looking away.

At this time, Li Xiling did not let Zhou Yu wait for a long time, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand and introduce: "Xiaoyou, this is Xu Xiaoyan, the speaker of the fourth surname hall. ”

"Sister Xu is good~"

Zhou Yu smiled and said hello, but the other party just "hummed" from his nose, even if he responded.

The old man pointed to the man next to the woman, who was a big man with a square face and a broad nose and a Taoist bun on his head, and he was wearing a black tuxedo formal suit, which looked a little nondescript and quite weird.

"This is Lei Jiu, the current Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Gang, known as the first person in Chinatown to fight empty-handed."

"It turned out to be Lei Tianshi, fortunately I will be lucky~"

Dressed strangely, Lei Jiu clasped his hands into fists and made a nondescript salute.

Further alongside, a man sat in his forties, with jet-black hair combed back, a high hairline, a loose face with two deep nasolabial folds, and the corners of his mouth drooping, as if everyone owed him two hundred hangs.

"This is the person who spoke from the Yonglian Society, Liao Baihua."

Hearing the old man's introduction, Zhou Yu's heart moved, knowing that this person was the owner of the factory that was burned down by them by mistake last time, of course, Liao Baihua didn't know that the perpetrator he had been looking for was sitting at the same table as him at this moment.

Zhou Yu's gaze continued to move, and sitting next to Liao Baihua was a lean man, with ordinary facial features, wearing a top hat, wearing a suit, lined vest and striped shirt, which is a popular attire in New York nowadays. He also had a gold bracelet hanging from his chest, and from time to time he would open, close, open, and close the intricately shaped pocket watch, as if to deliberately show off something.

When the old man introduced him, he said a strange name, called "Su Duck", Zhou Yu guessed that this was probably his nickname, this person was the master of Xiesheng Hall, and it seemed that he couldn't be linked to that identity just by looking at his appearance.

Turning to the right, there is a middle-aged man in a pure white robe with a literati demeanor, his temples are slightly gray, with an easy-going smile on his face, and he will take the initiative to talk to the two people next to him. This is Chen Jielai, the president of the Little Knife Club, although the gang is not large, it has already belonged to An Liangtang, and it is regarded as a vassal under it, plus this person is very good at coming to trouble, and he has an appetite for the old man, and it seems that he has plans to completely absorb him into An Liangtang in the near future.

Then there was the last guest at the table, next to Zhou Yu, but the only non-Chinese participant: Warren Furster, an influential middleman in Chinatown and a judge on the Lower East Side.

Every time Li Xiling introduced someone, Zhou Yu would greet him with a smile, and what he said in his mouth was nothing more than "fortunate to be lucky", "look up for a long time", but when he looked at the judge on his left, the two shook hands cordially.

After finishing the introduction, the old man Li Xiling, who was the host, raised his hand and tapped on the table, and ordered, "It's time to serve." ”