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Chapter 347 "In what age are you still using an axe?!"

Shanghai Beach Zhabei.

People of later generations may not imagine that Shanghai during the Republic of China was almost entirely a concession, except for Zhabei and Nanshi.

To the north of Yangjingbang (Aidoya Road, now Yan'an Road) was the British Concession, to the south was the French Concession, and the area around Hongkou was the Japanese Concession.

As one of the few public areas in Shanghai, it can be said that it is a mixed bag of good and bad, with three religions and nine streams gathering together.

On the busy streets, all kinds of people shuttle, from well-dressed celebrities to poorly dressed workers, from gangsters to pear gardeners, almost all walks of life in Shanghai are included here.

High-rise buildings and dilapidated small buildings are arranged in an orderly manner. The neon lights of nightclubs and dance halls flash under the night, illuminating every dark corner, but also covering up some unknown secrets.

At this time, inside the most famous nightclub in Zhabei [Sanchongtian].

Snapped!
Chen Chen slapped Miss Wu beside him, and then he felt annoyed and picked up a wine bottle and smashed it in her face!
"Damn it! I can't even squeeze my shoulders. What's the use of raising you guys?!"

"Hey, brother Chen, please calm down, you are still confused now." A thin middle-aged man wearing glasses and dressed as a master quickly stepped forward to help Chen Chen. He shouted to the younger brothers around him: "Hey! Who is that? , come here and throw this girl out!"

A group of soldiers rushed in with guns in hand. Before Chen Chen could figure out what was going on, he was slapped twice by the middle-aged man in the lead!

"Ding Li!"

Zheng Jirong put out the cigarette butt in his hand and looked helplessly at the three bowls of noodles on the table.

Chen Chen suddenly burst into anger and said, "I knew someone must be causing trouble secretly. It turned out to be Ding Li, a country bumpkin!"

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the rental house. Axing turned his head and glanced, then asked casually: "Brother Rong, isn't it the tenant who came here to press for rent?"

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong nodded clearly, "Okay, then there's nothing to worry about. Let's eat some noodles. When you're done, use your clairvoyance to help me check someone out."

"Oh!"

"Japanese Concession?"

Fortunately, you can survive by paying the money, but angry that the fat second-in-charge caused such a big trouble for the Ax Gang.

He took a deep breath from the cigar in his hand, and then whispered in the master's ear: "Find out where this kid lives, and then..."

"Is that bastard of the second boss dead?"

"Understood!"

After the master arranged for the manpower to go, Chen Chen narrowed his eyes and let out a breath of turbidity. He originally thought that he could only suffer the loss of being dumb this time, but he didn't expect that there was an unexpected surprise.

Zheng Jirong shook his head, helplessly picked up the noodle bowl and started sucking it.

"happy?!"

After several younger men in black suits with axes stuck to their waists carried away the dying woman, the master took out a cigar and lit it for Chen Chen, then comforted him with a smile: "Brother Chen, although we have paid a lot, It’s a small price, but at least I still sent that little girl’s uncle away, I should be happy.”

Zheng Jirong nodded slightly and asked after thinking for a while: "Have you found out who his backer is?"

After thinking for a while, Ah Xing raised his finger and shouted: "By the way, I saw him taking someone to the Japanese Concession before. Could it be that his backers are Japanese?"

The next day, inside the Pig Cage Walled City.

"What? Then where did he hang out?"

Chen Chen cursed: "If it weren't for this bastard, how would we have messed with the Bai family? Damn it, notify the little brother who is guarding him and pull out his oxygen tube!"

"What a fart!"

"Foreigners also divide things into Eastern and Western."

"Dance?"

"Brother Rong," Zhou Xingzu asked while mixing a bowl of noodles: "We have been following Chen Chen for a day. This guy spends almost the whole day dancing in the nightclub. He dances with his men during the day and hugs the dancing lady at night. If we dance, do we still have to follow him?"

When he heard this name, Chen Chen, who was still angry at first, was instantly frightened into a cold sweat. Bai Chongxi from the Songhu Security Command!
This is the whole Shanghai beach, no! One of the most powerful men in ZG actually sent someone to teach him a lesson just for a little girl.

Not only was he slapped several times in front of so many people, but he was also threatened to collect 100,000 silver dollars in one day and send it to the headquarters. Thinking of this, Chen Chen was both happy and angry.

When Chen Chen heard this, he shouted angrily: "I was slapped several times by that bastard in public, and I had to pay him 100,000 francs to apologize! How happy do you make me!"

The master agreed immediately. He hesitated for a while and then asked: "Um, brother Chen, our people have found out that the boy who was the second in charge before is not from the Bai family."

"Yeah, this bastard made up a dance set exclusive to the Ax Gang. Don't tell me, it looks pretty exciting."

Not long ago, Chen Chen brought a group of brothers to the nightclub he owned to drink and have fun as usual. As a result, before his fingers were wet, several military trucks drove directly to the entrance of the nightclub.

"I understand, I'll arrange for someone to do it now."

"We have an informant who saw this guy go to Ding Li's residence on Xiafei Road that afternoon after he killed the second boss. This guy may have been living with Ding Li."

It’s worth mentioning that although this noodle doesn’t look great, it tastes pretty good.

"It's almost done. He's still hanging in the hospital with one breath left," the master said. "I heard from the doctor that this guy's ribs and cervical vertebrae are almost completely broken. He has to be sent to the hospital if he wants to survive."

He couldn't afford to offend those soldiers, but fortunately there was still a soft persimmon he could pinch and let out a bad breath.

Just when he was being whipped, the guy grabbed his neck and asked him if he was so brave that he dared to bully even their minister Bai's niece.

"Damn, you didn't tell me you didn't know how to cook."

"Ah Xing, I've been working in the kitchen with you for a long time, and you just made these bowls of noodles?"

Axing shook his head and said, "That's not true. Didn't Ding Li say before that his backers were foreigners?"

"Yeah," Zhou Xingzu came over with a plate of pickles and said, "When I was with my third uncle in Hong Kong Island, I always cooked instant noodles when I was hungry. There were no instant noodles here, so I had to cook noodles. .”

"What the hell, I paid hundreds of thousands of dollars in rent at once, which is enough to buy a small building. How can I come here to press for rent?"

"Maybe they are urging us to pay in advance for next quarter."

Axing walked to the door with a smile. After opening the door, standing outside was a strange-looking but somewhat familiar man.

He was stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized, "Are you...that Peng Yixing?!"

Peng Yixing nodded and cast his gaze behind Ah Xing. When he saw Zheng Jirong holding a noodle bowl at the dinner table, his heart suddenly dropped.

Finally found the organization.

"Brother Rong!"

"Ah Xing," Zheng Jirong stood up with a smile and put his arm around Peng Yixing's shoulders. After asking him to sit down, he asked, "How have you been these days?"

Peng Yixing smiled and replied seriously: "It's good. Although I've only been here for a few days, I feel more satisfied than killing on Hong Kong Island?"

"what?"

Zheng Jirong was suddenly surprised and said: "You killed someone? Did you kill him to your heart's content?"

"Yes, it's just outside the city," Peng Yixing explained: "I heard others say that there is a war in the north. These days, the railways and rivers outside the city are almost full of refugees, and the police can't control them at all."

"I see." Zheng Jirong nodded. After glancing at Peng Yixing, he asked casually: "Who did you kill?"

"Brother Rong, don't worry. The ones I killed were all bullies and bandits who oppressed good people. Those refugees themselves are poor people. How could I touch them?" Seeing Peng Yixing's quick explanation, Zheng Jirong nodded slightly and said, "Can you You are right to think this way, as the saying goes: A brave man is angry and draws his sword against the stronger; a timid man is angry and draws his sword against the weaker."

He put his hand on Peng Yixing's shoulder, looked at him and said seriously: "My subordinate must not be the timid one."

"I see!"

Looking at his firm expression, Zheng Jirong patted his shoulder with satisfaction, "You probably haven't eaten yet, Ah Xing, go get another bowl of noodles."

"Forehead"

Peng Yixing glanced at the clear noodles on the table and immediately shook his head and said, "No, Brother Rong, I ate them on the way here."

Then without waiting for Zheng Jirong to persuade him, he asked again: "By the way, now that we are in Shanghai in this time and space, can we go back again?"

"of course can."

Zheng Jirong gave him an affirmative answer, and then continued: "It's just that I still have some things to do, and I need to stay for a few more months, but don't worry, I will definitely take you back within three months at most."

"Since Brother Rong already has an idea, I'm relieved."

Peng Yixing then looked around the living room and asked curiously: "I remember that there was a brother named A Miao who was also holding your arm, Brother Rong. Why didn't he come over?"

"A temple."

Zheng Jirong shook his head and said: "We haven't found him yet, and we don't know if this kid has gone to other places. If he is not in Shanghai, we will be in trouble."

At this time, Zhou Xingzu, who had been immersed in sucking the noodles, suddenly raised his head and said, "By the way, Brother Rong, there is something that I have always been strange about."

"what?"

"Why don't you let me use my clairvoyance to find Amiao and the others, instead of posting missing persons notices everywhere in Shanghai?"

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Zheng Jirong fell silent immediately. After being stunned for a moment, he slammed the table and said, "Damn, why didn't you tell me earlier if you had such a good idea?"

"Ah?" Ah Xing said speechlessly: "I thought there was some deep meaning behind Brother Rong's refusal to let me use my clairvoyance."

"Okay, where did you come from with all the nonsense? Hurry up and use your clairvoyance to see where that guy from Amiao is now."

After Zhou Xingzu muttered a few words, he put down the bowl and was about to use his [Celestial Vision].

Zheng Jirong at the table was also staring at him attentively. Xiaozhuan had already reached the period of delivery. If he failed to take Amiao back, the child would have lost a father when he was born. This would be a big sin for him.

Ah Xing raised his hands and pointed two fingers at his temples. After a few seconds, his focused eyes suddenly became empty.

"I saw!"

"Who did you see?"

"It's Brother Miao!"

"where is he?"

"I don't know where this is, but it seems to be in an attic. There is a big clock next to it, eh? That is..."

"What did you see?"

"Brother Rong, I seem to have seen the Forbidden City?"

Forbidden City?

Zheng Jirong couldn't help but smack his lips when he heard this and thought, why did this kid get to Peking?

Just when he wanted to let Ah Xing see it in more detail, there was suddenly a loud noise outside the house.

Bang! ! !

An ax actually smashed the glass and smashed it in!
Ah Xing, who was performing the exercise, was instantly awakened, and his eyes that had been in a state of emptiness came back to consciousness.

"Grass!"

Zheng Jirong slapped the table and said angrily: "Go out and see who dares to disturb Tai Sui!"

Outside the house at this time.

Hundreds of residents were surrounding the corridor, looking at the twenty or thirty men in black suits in the courtyard. These guys held an ax in each hand and were looking at the residents of the walled city with unkind expressions.

The leader wearing glasses cleared his throat, walked out from behind, and shouted to the residents: "Who is Zheng Jirong?! Get us out of the Ax Gang!"

A few seconds later, seeing that none of the residents responded, the master angrily pulled out the ax from his waist, pointed at the onlookers and shouted: "You won't shed tears until you see the coffin, right?! You guys want to Are you protecting him?"

"Let me tell you, this man named Zheng Jirong killed the second leader of our Ax Gang. Anyone of you who dares to protect him is going against our Ax Gang!"

"Let me ask you for the last time, where is Zheng Jirong?!"

After he finished speaking, there was still no response from the audience. The master angrily walked up to the aunt who was nearest to him. He pointed his ax at her and asked, "Hey, do you recognize that person named Zheng?"

"do not know."

The aunt slowly shook her head and said, "I am a farmer, so I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Plowing people?!"

The master said angrily: "Just rest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the raised ax fell towards the aunt.
boom!
In this flash of lightning, a bullet suddenly shot out from not far away, directly knocking the ax out of Master's hand!

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Zheng Jirong, holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, led Peng Yixing, Zhou Xingzu and others up the stairs in long strides.

He glanced at the master and asked calmly: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

The master looked him up and down, "Are you Zheng Jirong?"

"Yes, I am the Zheng Jirong you are looking for."

"Okay! I have the guts!"

The master immediately jumped back a big step, then waved to the younger brother beside him: "Go! Kill this bastard! Revenge for the second master!"

Hearing his words, these dozens of Ax Gang boys immediately rushed up with axes and screams, but before they could reach Zheng Jirong, they seemed to have pressed the pause button, and their footsteps stopped instantly!

At this time, more than ten meters away, Peng Yixing, standing next to Zheng Jirong, was holding a gun and staring at them coldly.

Seeing this, Zheng Jirong smiled and said, "What age are you still using axes? You guys who are gangsters have to learn to keep pace with the times."

"Depend on!"

The master stuck his head out from behind his younger brother and said harshly: "You only have a dozen bullets with a gun, but there are dozens of us here. When you run out of bullets, you will still be dead!"

"is it?"

Zheng Jirong smiled, groped behind his butt for a while, and then took out a machine gun in front of everyone's shocked eyes.
(End of this chapter)