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Chapter 117 Who dares to touch my people?Do you dare to move? ! (triple)

Lei Yue Mun, Kwun Tong.

Unlike Tsim Sha Tsui, which is full of high-rise buildings, as a famous fishing port on Hong Kong Island, although it has a large population, it develops slowly, and most of them are shacks.

Although there is not a bar or nightclub in sight, there are many seafood restaurants on both sides of the road, and there are many seafood stalls with various sizes of seafood on display. There is a fishy smell in the air.

At this time, inside a seafood restaurant.

"So what if he can control Guanxi? He can control West Kowloon, but he can't control Lei Yue Mun. If he can't control me, I will explode!"

"It was enough not to consult with the association when he attacked Prince Hongxing, but then he dared to attack the volcano in Yau Ma Tei without consulting us uncles. Did he take the association seriously? Did he take us as a group? Do your uncles take it seriously?"

"Deng Wei and Long Gen can tolerate it, but I can't tolerate it! If Mong Kok is all the same, you still want to attack Yau Ma Tei again?"

"Damn, I still want to go to the moon!"

At the wine table in the hall, Kuan Bao, who was wearing a pair of light-proof glasses, was sitting at the main seat, spitting and venting his dissatisfaction with Zheng Jirong with some old neighbors.

Ever since the town of Guan Xi became the leader of Mong Kok, Yu Tou Biao's flour pills have been unable to be sold in Mong Kok and Tsim Sha Tsui. Not only did they lose a lot of money in Lei Yue Mun, but as Yu Tou Biao's direct uncle in the association, he Monthly income has also plummeted.

In addition, his old enemy Long Gen showed off to him the golden Buddha and jade statues given by his younger brother every now and then, which made him increasingly dissatisfied with Guanxi. This time he finally caught the opportunity, and of course he had to ridicule him severely!
It's a pity that Jimmy was so ignorant that he was unwilling to be the leader of Tsim Sha Tsui. At that time, Ah Le's eyes turned red with jealousy. He kept saying, "I only do business."

Thinking of this inconspicuous Jimmy, Kuanbao drank all the tea in his cup unhappily, knocked the cup on the table with a clang, got up and walked out of the table.

The neighbor at the table asked curiously: "We haven't finished talking yet, what are you doing here?"

"pee!"

Kubaku entered the bathroom, unbuttoned his belt and took a deep breath. Four or five seconds later, a small stream of water slowly dripped into the toilet.

At this time, the bathroom door was opened again, and someone knocked on the door of his cubicle.

"Which one?"

"Uncle Chuanbao, I'm wearing the left hand."

"What's the matter?"

"Brother Rong, I want to see you. Don't rush me. I need to finish peeing first."

wow~~
After hearing this, Kuan Bao suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the water that had been dripping suddenly spewed out.

Inside the mahjong parlor.

"One tube! Haidilaoyue Thirteen Yao! Hahaha, give me money, give me money."

"Wow, are you making a mistake? Brother Biao, you are so fierce today?"

The fish-headed boy shook his head and took the money from the three families. He clicked it and put it in the drawer and said, "When luck comes, you can't stop it. It seems that God has destined me to have good luck today!"

Pushing the mahjong away, the fish-headed sign was grinning from ear to ear, with his mouth as wide as a toilet. While he was rubbing the tiles, he suddenly noticed that three card players were looking behind him intently.

"What are you doing, you don't want to see people win money?"

He cursed and turned his head to see his left hand walking over with a group of people.

"Brother Biao, Brother Rong wants to see you. Don't worry. Let's bury the mahjong first."

The mahjong in Yutoubiao's hand fell to the ground. He glanced at the boys in the restaurant. At this time, they were all pressed to the ground by the person brought by his left hand. The plane who usually fought the most violently was being pressed with a pistol. On the forehead.

Kowloon, Lion Rock.

On a steep slope, Zheng Jirong raised his hand to cover his eyebrows, looked at the scenery in the distance and sighed:

"What a geomantic treasure, with clear mountains and clear waters, beautiful birds singing and fragrance of flowers. I never thought Hong Kong Island also has such beautiful mountain scenery!"

The left hand on the side echoed: "Yes, Brother Rong, Lion Rock has the best scenery in Kowloon, but will this slope be a little lower?"

"Do you know where there is a higher mountain?"

"I know, how about Lantau Island? I heard that the altitude is 900 meters. Rolling down that high will definitely be exciting."

"Eight, 900 meters... hahaha." Zheng Jirong couldn't help but laugh and kicked the two wooden cages beside his feet. "Uncle Chuanbao and Brother Biao, what do you think?"

Kuanbao in the cage said angrily: "Pork Rong, what do you want to do?! I am the uncle of the club, and I am your elder after all. If you dare to kill me, the whole club will not let you go!"

"Yes, Ah Rong, please let us go. We will pretend that what happened today never happened. If Uncle Deng finds out about this, you will not be able to escape!"

"Oh? Are you scared now?"

Zheng Jirong patted the wooden cage where he was nailed and said curiously:

"I heard people say that you seem to be very happy scolding me these days, and you were the first to suggest kicking me out of Tsim Sha Tsui during meetings behind my back. Is this true?"

Chuan Bao and Yutou Biao looked at each other in confusion. It was indeed them who first suggested establishing a Tsim Sha Tsui leader, but that was during a meeting and there was nothing bad to say about the election. Freedom of speech!

The fish-headed boy begged for mercy with a mournful face: "Ah Rong, no, Brother Rong! We are all forced to do nothing. Uncle Deng has been hinting us. If you have anything to do with him, just go to him and let it go." Let’s do it, we will never go against you again!”

Zheng Jirong leaned over and looked at them, narrowed his eyes and said fiercely: "Ask Jesus for mercy and see if He will let you go!"

Then he put on a smile and said: "Of course, you are my elders in Guanxi after all. I will teach you a trick. If you can learn it, you may not die. Remember, I will only say it once.

Hold on to the wooden cage tightly, let the frame of the wooden cage protect you, use the gravity of the earth, the universal gravity of the universe, plus the Turbo of twice the weight of you and the wooden cage!

If you still die like this, come to me again in your next life and I will apologize to you! "

Chuanbao and Yutoubiao looked confused, but this time before they could speak, Zheng Jirong's voice sounded again.

"Push it down!"

Zuo Zuo and others kicked the wooden cage down the hillside, causing Kuanbao and Yutoubiao to scream in agony.

"Pork Rong, you will be punished!"

"Brother Rong, what does Turbo mean? I don't understand!"

The wooden cage rolled down the hillside quickly, and after a few breaths, it hit the bottom of the slope heavily. The wooden cage was scattered on the ground. After rolling twice, Kuanbao and Yutoubiao were lying on the ground covered in blood, life and death. unknown.

Jordan.

It is located in the southwest of Yau Tsim Mong District, with Yau Ma Tei to the north and Tsim Sha Tsui to the south.

Sandwiched between these two places, Jordan can be said to be the area with the lowest presence in Yau Tsim Mong District.

Centered on Nathan Road, there are a few pedestrian streets on the left and right. However, because it is close to Yau Ma Tei and Tsim Sha Tsui, the streets here are also prosperous.

At this time, in a bar on Wenyuan Street.

Blowing Chicken held up the wine glass and exclaimed to A Le: "I didn't expect that a little Jordan could be managed so well by you. I was dazzled when I looked at it all the way."

After Ale had a drink with him, he said with a smile: "Jordon is good, but compared with Tsim Sha Tsui, it's still a lot worse."

"Yeah," Chuiji nodded in agreement, "That's a treasure land, more prosperous than Mong Kok. It's a pity that Jimmy is not eye-catching, and he doesn't even know how to eat the meat that is put to his mouth."

Ah Lok smiled and said nothing. After refilling the chicken cup, he knocked on the table and said nonchalantly: "Jimmy Tsai refuses to be the leader of Tsim Sha Tsui. What does Uncle Deng think? Or should it be reassigned to Ah Wing?"

Chuiji curled his lips and said jealously: "He has everything in Mong Kok, how can he still have other brothers in Tsim Sha Tsui?"

"It makes sense, but it's just that Ah Wing was the one who captured Tsim Sha Tsui after all. I'm worried that he will have objections if the association does this."

"Have any objections?" Chuiji said disdainfully: "With Uncle Deng and me as the talking heads, what can he do?
If he dares to disobey, the entire club will beat him! "

Ah Le smiled and asked tentatively: "What about the position of the leader of Tsim Sha Tsui?"

"Hey, Uncle Deng and the others are still discussing this, but you have a chance, Ah Le."

"Of course, I don't have any problem with giving it to anyone, right."

A Le pointed at the bar and asked, "What do you think of this bar?"

Chuiji looked around and nodded: "Not bad, it's only around six o'clock and there are already a lot of people sitting there. It seems that business will be better in the evening."

"I've heard for a long time, Mr. Speaker, that you are very good at running bars in Wan Chai, so be it!"

A Le approached the cockroach and promised: "Leave this bar to the speaker and help me run it for a few years. I will follow behind and learn from my experience."

"Really?" Chuiji's face was full of surprise. Although he was the one who talked to Lian Sheng, his territory only consisted of a few rundown bars in Wan Chai. Nowadays, there are endless ruthless people in Wan Chai. Although no one dares to touch his territory, Business is getting worse and worse. It is no exaggeration to say that Hong Kong Island's community is the worst.

After all, his position was pushed to him by Uncle Deng in order to balance the power of Big D. He has no background in it.

Ah Lok vowed: "Of course, it's just a matter of Tsim Sha Tsui."

Chuji patted Ah Le on the shoulder with a half-smile, "I remember that you also contributed to the victory of the Zhongqing Society, but I heard that Ah Rong only gave you a few unprofitable positions.

The leader of Tsim Sha Tsui should be yours both emotionally and rationally! "

"Hahaha, when the time comes, please give Brother Chicken a few nice words."

After the two of them finished drinking, A Le warmly invited Chuiji to go to the sauna.

"There have been a lot of new Yue Nan girls in the venue recently. I will ask the talker to help me test the clock when the time comes."

"Haha, I love doing this job."

While the two were joking in the car, a van suddenly accelerated and rushed in front of them. The trunk suddenly opened and two people covered in blood rolled out of the car.

The driver suddenly stepped on the brakes. Ale and Chuiji, who realized something was wrong, looked at the two people on the ground in confusion.

"It's skewers and fish head marks!" "What?!"

Kuanbao looked at the two people who got out of the car and hurried over, raised the corners of his mouth trembling in pain and repeated:

"Eight o'clock, have some backbone."

After saying that, he threw his head back and fainted, leaving only A Le and Chui Ji staring at each other.

A backbone restaurant.

The innermost private room was already full of people.

Almost everyone with the district leaders and uncles from various departments in He Liansheng had expressions on their faces, and the atmosphere in the private room was tense.

"Hmph!" The old ghost slapped the table and pointed at Long Gen and cursed:

"Is this how you educate the younger generations?! Zhu Rong actually attacked one of his own this time, even his uncles! Kuan Bao and Yu Toubiao are still lying in the hospital with their lives unknown. How do you think about how to explain it to everyone? Bar?!"

Long Gen, with a pipe in his mouth and a frown on his face, retorted: "Didn't I advise you when you had a meeting to re-establish a leader in Tsim Sha Tsui?
It was you who insisted on choosing and kicking Ah Wing out of Tsim Sha Tsui. Not only was he not chosen this time, but you also made the scene so ugly. The incident of collusion had nothing to do with me, it was all your fault for being greedy for profit! "

"Why wasn't it selected?" Lao Guihu pointed at Ah Le beside him and replied to Long Gen: "A Le is the most suitable candidate. Ah Le also contributed to the fight against the Zhongqing Society. If the leader this time I will be the first to refuse to accept Ah Le’s choice.”

"Ale." Long Gen curled his lips disdainfully. The reason why he agreed with them to choose the leader of Tsim Sha Tsui was because Dumbledore liked Jimmy at the time, and Jimmy was a member of his family. Long Gen would not suffer any loss.

Ale is optional, haha.

Sitting on top, Chui Ji glanced at A Le, cleared his throat and said:

"Uncle Deng is away this time, so if I have anything unpleasant to say, I will say it directly.

Ah Rong dared to confront his opponents, obviously he didn't take the rules of our club seriously.

His position as leader of Mong Kok can remain unchanged, but Tsim Sha Tsui must be separated again to establish a new leader. Since Jimmy Tsai refused last time, he will be re-elected this time. "

Chuiji paused, looked at Big D who had been silent since entering the private room, and asked:

"Big D, what do you think?"

Big D shook his legs and glanced at the blowjob before sneering: "Sometimes I really don't know what's in your heads. Ah Rong beat the two of them like this for you to see, and he still has the guts to invite you here." , obviously want to have a showdown with you.

But you old guys are still thinking about choosing the leader of Tsim Sha Tsui, hahahaha. "

Big D laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh wildly, "What a bunch of show-offs."

Hearing Big D's words, Chuiji didn't believe it: "Big D, you are too alarmist. There are so many uncles here, I don't believe what Ah Rong dares to do!"

The leaders of the other districts at the table all nodded in agreement after hearing this. Pork Rong is very powerful, but with so many people from other districts joining forces, his power is completely worthy of his name.

Ah Le smiled and said, "Speaking of which, Ah Rong asked us to meet tonight, why haven't we come yet?

Mong Kok is his territory, and he arrived even slower than us. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open.

Ah Yi and Zuo Zuo were the first to enter the private room. After looking around, they gave way to both sides of the door. Zheng Jirong smoked a cigar and walked out from behind them calmly.

"Cao Cao Cao Cao will be here soon," A Le smiled and stood up to greet him, "A Rong, why are you here so late?"

Zheng Jirong glanced at A Le and asked calmly:

"Do I have a habit of arriving early?"

A Le's originally smiling face couldn't help but froze, but he quickly covered it up and pointed to the empty space on the table.

"Sit first, sit down and talk."

Zheng Jirong sat at the table, glanced at the people on the table with different expressions, and slowly said:

"I called you all here today just to tell you one thing. Tsim Sha Tsui is my town in Guanxi, and Yau Ma Tei will be mine in the future. If any of you dare to stretch your hands on my territory, don't blame me for being ruthless in my town of Kansai! "

Everyone in the private room had uncertain expressions after hearing this. They didn't expect Zheng Jirong to say such outrageous things right out of the gate.

Chui Ji slapped the table, stood up, pointed at Zheng Jirong and asked:

"Not to mention Tsim Sha Tsui in advance, how did Kuan Bao and Yu Toubiao offend you? You hurt them so badly. Do you still have the rules of the society in your heart?! Do you still take us elders seriously? "

After hearing his words, many people at the table also echoed:
"Yes Ah Rong, what you are doing is against the rules!"

"No matter what, they are your elders. If you dare to hit them today, will you hit us again tomorrow?"

"."

Seeing that everyone started to attack him with words, Zheng Jirong laughed dumbly and said: "Rules? You actually have the nerve to talk to me about the rules? Okay, then I will talk to you."

He took the lead and pointed at the tall guy who had just come out to challenge him.

"Brother Gao, since I conquered Bolan Street, you have gone to my nightclub 23 times in total, spending a total of more than 60 yuan. You haven't given any of this money, all of it has been charged to my account. Come on, have I ever settled with you?"

Pointing at Huo Niu, "You Huo Niu are even more amazing. I strictly prohibit others from bulk goods in my territory. You have sent people to my place to sell pills time and time again. I take care of your face and just give you a beating. Instead, Others just cut off their hands and feet!"

Pointing at Fei Hua, "As for you, do you think you can hide it from me by secretly joining forces with dinosaurs in Tsim Sha Tsui to engage in smuggling on my dock? For the sake of our association, I have never argued with you."

"And you!" Zheng Jirong pointed at Blowing Chicken's nose and asked: "You bastard lost more than 200 million in my little brother Ayi's gambling stall. You said you would record it in the account first, and now more than a month has passed. Oh, I haven’t seen you give me a penny, do you think I asked A-Yi to collect your money?!”

"Now you are saying that I don't follow the rules?!"

Snapped!
Zheng Jirong slammed his palm on the table and said in a deep voice: "If you want to follow the rules, just pay back what you owe me first, otherwise you are not worthy of mentioning the word rules to me!"

The few people he named had dark faces and said nothing. The whole Heliansheng area in Guanxi, his town, was the most popular place to play. Whenever they had time, they would go to his venue to play a few games. , or go see what good things he has in his territory.

Relying on their status as elders, keeping accounts is a common thing. They thought that Zheng Jirong would not care about them because of his large business, but they did not expect that he would remember every account so clearly.

After seeing that they were silent, Lao Guixi stood up again, pointed at Zheng Jirong and asked angrily: "They don't deserve to ask you, let me ask you, are you the one who made the skewer and fish head mark?!"

Zheng Jirong shook the cigar in his hand and said casually: "Yeah, what's the problem?"

"you!!"

The old ghost choked on his words. He didn't expect Zheng Jirong to be so arrogant. He turned to look at Long Gen and said, "You brought him in, Long Gen, you tell me!"

After Long Gen heard this, he sighed and said earnestly to Zheng Jirong: "Ah Rong, no matter what, they are your elders, so what you do makes it very difficult for us."

"If it's difficult to handle, then don't do it. I'll tell you today, whoever dares to take advantage of my territory will suffer the consequences!"

"Fuck, Pork Rong! Are you threatening us?!"

Zheng Jirong looked at Lao Guixi with approval, "Old guy, you are right this time, I am threatening you."

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming more and more stalemate, Long Gen came out to smooth things over and said, "Let's do this. Uncle Deng is still at his daughter's house in Tai O. We will discuss how to deal with this matter when he comes back."

"No! Even if we can wait, we can't wait to collude with them."

The old ghost then said to Chui Ji, "You are our talker, please come up with a plan on how to solve this problem!"

After Chuiji heard this, he secretly cursed the old guy for not being a thing. Pork Rong was furious. Who dared to touch this fire?
However, due to his identity as the speaker, he thought for a moment and negotiated with Zheng Jirong:

"Ah Rong, after all, Kuan Bao is the uncle of the club, and Yu Toubiao is also the big brother of us and Lian Sheng. You have to give us an explanation, so be it."

He looked at Zuo Zuo standing at the door and said to Zheng Jirong: "Both of them were captured by your Zuo Zuo. I have heard of Zuo Zuo's reputation for a long time. He is very unruly, so you should stop him." Let him use one hand as an apology."

Zuo Zuo was shocked when he heard this and looked at Brother Rong hurriedly.

Ayi, on the other hand, had a gloomy look on his face and stared at the guy who was talking.

"Brother Rong."

Without looking back, Zheng Jirong raised his hand to interrupt his left hand who was about to speak. He took a puff of his cigar and said calmly:
"What he did was against the rules, but so what?!"

"He comes out to do things in my name. Anyone who dares to touch him will not give me face!"

He then raised his eyes to look at Chui Ji and cursed:

"Are you old and confused?! Who do you think you are? You dare to come out and ask me to apologize?!"

"Don't think that you can talk nonsense in front of me just because you're the talker. I won't give you face if I don't listen to anyone's words!"

“Who on Hong Kong Island doesn’t know the name of my town, Kansai?!”

"Who dares to touch my people?!"

He pointed to Oura Heigao and others on the table, "Do you dare to move?"

The people he pointed out froze when they heard this, and then shook their heads quickly.

Zheng Jirong then pointed at Ah Le, who had been silent all this time, and said harshly:

"Do you dare to move?"

A Le smiled and shook his head, picked up the wine glass in front of him, lit it, and drank it in one gulp.

"Humph!"

Zheng Jirong snorted coldly, "That's the end of today's matter. If anyone dares to bother me with this matter in the future, he will be damned if he picks his fingers and calculates how many lives he has!"

"let's go!"

(End of this chapter)