Chapter 145 Chapter 144: Battle of Shatin

(Thank you to Brother Xian for your support, thank you to Brother Xian, and thank you to my little brother A Xian for your support!)

Big D showed a ferocious smile, raised the long knife in his hand, and walked forward without saying a word.

Slender-faced Dong put his hands on his hips and turned the ax handle with his other hand. The tip of the mountain ax supported the ground and spun like a top.

There was no movement at the Dongxing Society, but they didn't disperse either. It was like a wall, blocking the progress of everyone in Xinghe.

"Fight on the street!"

"Where did Dongxing Club find a bunch of mutes?"

Seeing Big D coming over, Thin Faced Dong looked angry and complained loudly.

"If we can't reach an agreement, don't talk!"

Big D glanced at the watch on his wrist, estimated the time when Lan Guijie would arrive, pointed the knife forward, and shouted to Xing and Ma Zai behind him: "Let's fight!".

Xinghe and his horsemen took out their white gloves from their pockets, put them on their left hands, grasped the long knives in their hands, and approached the human wall of Dongxingshe step by step.

Mr. Bai had a cigar in his mouth, white smoke puffed out from his mouth, and the phone behind him rang one after another.

Che Zi took the big brother over and handed it to Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai glanced at Che Zi and motioned for him to answer the phone.

"Hey, who is that?"

Che Zi picked up the phone and asked politely.

"It's me, tell A Bai to start the fight!"

This short sentence indicates that there is no room for turning around in the dispute.

"I know, I can"

Che Zai only had time to say "I know" before the other party hung up the phone.

The head of the big buffalo, Ma Wenlong, was holding a baseball bat in his hand. He was looking at Xing and Ma Zai getting closer and closer, with sweat all over his body.

He is not afraid of forks!

After all, it is my job, I have to fight for grudges, I have to fight for my own sake, I have to fight for my own interests.

In the world of dwarf mules, the reasons for forking are diverse and unpredictable, and there are thousands of reasons why you have to do it.

But dwarf mules like to go up and down, but don't like to go down to restrain the top.

The bigger the association is, the more followers it has, and the greater its power.

In the face of absolute strength, any fancy plots and tricks are just superfluous and clumsy.

Strength represents everything, and strength represents absolute rights.

"Brother Long, what should we do? Fight or not?"

Wen Long's confidant looked at the aggressive Xing and Ma Zai, then looked at the brothers behind him, and thought that the chance of winning was not good.

Also, Tung Hing Society has been hanging around in Shatin, and it is the existence of the local local emperor, but in the final analysis, it is just bullying and bullying the neighbors.

Fortunately, there are enough people in Shatin and there are enough ways to make money, so that everyone in Dongxingshe lives a very prosperous life and rarely goes out to cause trouble.

Of course, Shatin is just a poor place and cannot be compared with fertile areas such as Yau Tsim Mong, Wan Chai, and Central.

Therefore, DaZiHe is not willing to put too much thought into it, unless someone is willing to take the initiative to plant a flag for the association.

But if you have that energy, it’s better to use it in Youjianwang, which will make more profit.

"Fight! It won't work if I don't fight now!"

"You go back and tell Uncle Niu."

Wen Long had a fierce look on his face, took the baseball bat on his shoulder, and stepped forward to meet him.

The two groups rushed together, smashing their weapons into each other's bodies.

Dongxingshe is the host, and there is strength in numbers.

However, Dongxing Society rarely fights horses, and most of them are grooms in the stables. On weekdays, they work as actors, so there is no problem, but if there is a real fight, the secret will be exposed.

"Brothers, kill the bad guys from Dongxing Society."

"Xinghe is planting a flag. If you don't want to die, get out!"

Big D kicked a Dongxing horse boy to the ground with one kick, pointed the long knife in his hand at the onlookers, and told them to get out.

Seeing the excitement, the neighbors refused to let them watch and immediately took the children home.

Thin Faced Dong also seemed to be going crazy, swinging his mountain ax and slashing at Wenlong, causing Wenlong to retreat.

Anyone who can wear a red stick with a large sole must have good skills.

Whether the scene is maintained well or not only depends on whether there is a lot of oil and water, but if the skill of the hands is not good, it depends on whether one's life is still alive.

Many dwarf mules who have not yet had their start, just want to become famous in one battle and become the new axe-jun or big boss. They each carry a knife and wait for these up-and-coming celebrities to be alone, so they can go up and kill them.

The horse boys of Dongxing Society fell to the ground the moment they started fighting. They were lying on the ground moaning and screaming. Those who didn't lie down were all injured.

As for Xinghe's cavalry, not many of them fell to the ground. They waved their weapons and chased the bad guys from Dongxing Club.

"Wenlong, your men are so weak that they are lying all over the floor in just one round."

"Why don't we just go to a daily rental hotel and sell our butts?"

The thin-faced Dongkai mountain ax was played with tricks, flying up and down into shadows, and Wenlong was defeated step by step. He still had kung fu in his mouth and mocked Dongxingshe as a bunch of weaklings.

Wenlong didn't scold him back, he didn't have the energy now.

Just resisting Slender Face Dong's mountain ax made him exhausted, so he had no time to argue.

Wen Long used all his strength and slashed at Slender-faced Dong's head with his knife, thinking that he was going to kill Slender-faced Dong first.

But Thin-faced Dong seemed to have seen through his little trick, and the mountain ax in his hand spun quickly, and the ax blade hit the blade just right, causing sparks to fly.

Both of them used 100% of their strength, neither giving in to the other.

Hold back your hands when it comes to life-threatening situations, even fools won't do it!

Wen Long's knife was knocked back by Shou Mian Dong. Before Wen Long could react, Shou Mian Dong left the ax handle with his right hand, turned his fist into a whip, and struck Wen Long.

Seeing this scene, Wen Long was shocked and turned his head. He quickly bent his arms and raised his arms to block the blow.

Taking advantage of your illness, I will kill you!

Seeing Wen Long's door open wide, Slender-faced Dong showed an evil smile, immediately raised his leg and hit Wen Long's chest with a sharp knee.

At this time, Wenlong could no longer react. His whole body bent into a prawn and fell straight to the ground.

In less than three rounds, Dongxing's most capable red stick fell to the ground.

"Just rely on riding a horse! With this kind of skill, you are worthy of fighting against your father and me. I don't know whether to live or die."

Slim-faced Dong saw Wenlong lying on the ground and spat on him, saying disdainfully.

If you come out to fool around, if your hands are not strong enough, it will be useless to talk about breaking the sky.

Slim-faced Dong rested for a while, picked up the mountain ax in his hand, and continued to look for a new target.

The big buffalo held the microphone with a livid face and spoke in a slightly impatient tone.

"Boss Zhang, I have followed your instructions and detained the fruit trees in Shatin."

"But Xinghe refused to give up, and now he has brought people to kill him. It seems that I can't hold on for long!"

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Zhen was sitting on a leather boss's chair, enjoying the careful massage from the blond female secretary. She didn't take the big buffalo on the phone seriously at all.

He picked up a grape, put it into his mouth, tasted it carefully, then picked up the phone and replied lazily: "Don't be afraid!"

"Xinghe is not a tiger, and your Dongxing Society is not a cat either."

"I transferred two million to your account to make up for your losses. When the matter is settled, I will leave all the plastering work to you."

"That's it, call me when you're done!"

Zhang Zhen hung up the phone without giving Big Buffalo a chance to speak.
Chapter completed!