Chapter 18: Octagonal Lane

The Iron Will's lair is in Octagon Lane, which is a remote place. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hong Qi walked into the Octagon Lane with sad steps, and it is not yet known whether he will live or die.

However, his determination to help Luo Pan has made him forget what fear is.

Luo Pan didn't go back to the Qinglong Inn, nor did he go to the Six Dynasty Tower, so the most likely place for him to go was the Iron Blood Society.

When he has this awareness, there is no way to sit idly by.

In ancient times, in the era when the royal law was useless and strongmen were numerous, the foundation of the major gangs on the rivers and lakes was inseparable from the word "righteousness".

The word "righteousness" is full of brave loyalty, life and death, and other most desirable bloody rivers and lakes since the opening of Pangu.

Although his strength is small, he still understands the word "righteousness".

As he said, Luo Pan is his friend, and if a friend is in trouble, if he can't face it, he has failed the word "friend".

The Octagonal Lane is the territory of the Iron and Blood Society, and the Iron Palm Print is the symbol of the Iron and Blood Society.

Along the way, under the soles of my feet, on the walls on the left and right, every three or five meters, I painted a big red palm print.

I'm afraid that the enemy won't be able to find here, and I'm afraid that the road idiot will get lost.

There is a food alley outside the octagonal lane, most of which is the "back kitchen" of the Iron and Blood Society, Dongpo meat, called flower chicken, ten thousand three hooves, fragrant tofu, fragrant and fragrant for hundreds of miles.

I heard that Tieqiao looks very rough, but I didn't expect it to be delicate inside, but he was a foodie.

Hong Qi thought about it and touched the broken silver in his arms, it was not much, it was just enough.

He bought the best daughter red on the five altars, and five freshly stewed salted crispy chickens, and by the way, rented a set of men's clothes, and hid in the small Buddha hall to change them.

After the line was ready, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and the trace of fear that had not yet faded, and walked boldly and strides towards the main entrance of the Iron and Blood Society.

As he expected, the front gate was heavily guarded.

Outside the door, there were a total of thirteen strong men in strong suits, four of them stood on wooden stakes at the door, and the remaining few were either squatting on the ground and making fists, or leaning against the stone lion to blow the air.

The battle robe of the Iron Blood Society is very distinctive, with long hair tied and a wide belt waist, standing with the disciples of other sects, how to not talk about kung fu first, first of all, the image won by three points.

A big anthurium print on everyone's chest is embroidered, but the workmanship is excellent, and the stitches cannot be seen.

The sole of the boot is covered with iron skin, kicked out, Hong Qi is such a waste material, if he doesn't die, he has to lie in bed for half a year.

As soon as Hong Qi stepped into the range guarded by the thirteen people, the nine people who were punching and bragging immediately surrounded him.

As soon as I saw Hong Qi's dress, I understood his identity, thinking that it was the guy from the store who came to deliver food.

The rivers and lakes are not for nothing, and beggars are not for nothing.

In troubled times, beggars also have to know eighteen survival skills, and beggars who can only stretch out their hands to beg for food will starve to death sooner or later.

Helping the store "deliver takeaways" is just one of the simplest, the risk factor is lower than that of transmitting information, and the reward you get is not a lot at all.

People who can call "takeaway" are usually either rich or expensive, and they don't like to fry and fry in the house, so they first send a family to order food in restaurants and restaurants, and after they are done, they will be sent to the door by the restaurant guys, and they will be eaten out of the box.

Lazy people, since ancient times, takeaway, but a new name after the twentieth century.

In Zhang Zeduan's "Qingming Riverside Picture" in the Northern Song Dynasty, there is an image of a "takeaway brother" walking in a hurry with a food box, which is very interesting.

As soon as those big men saw Hong Qi's ordinary and responsible appearance, they let him go, what should he do, and then he went.

Hong Qi was overjoyed in his heart, he passed the first level so easily, and his vigilance was also bad, no wonder the Iron Blood Society was just a third-rate gang on the rivers and lakes.

In fact, they just didn't expect that someone would have the courage to die and dare to find fault with the iron and blood alone in broad daylight.

This kind of behavior is tantamount to looking for death.