On the first floor of the hotel, various celebrities looked at Ximen Chao blankly, like a mouse seeing a cat, and its claws suddenly became numb.%&*”; They were all frightened and scared out of their wits. This is Ximen Chao, not a gangster.

, why are you here today? Are you here to see if I am here?

As soon as the idea came out, many celebrities said goodbye to Takemoto Ichiro one by one. Damn it, let's go to Ximen Chao's site. We also spend money to buy Lehe, but we have to save our lives to enjoy it. No matter how much money you have, you will have a life.

flower.

As these celebrities left one after another, the first floor of the hotel suddenly became much quieter.

"Wu Ben, what's going on? Why are they all gone?" Ximen Chao looked at the celebrities leaving kindly. Damn it, am I so scary? I think back then I was also a man of beauty, suave and approachable.

ah.

Takemoto Ichiro secretly gritted his teeth and said, "You are a fucking god of plague. As soon as you come here, my passenger flow will suddenly drop. Damn it, sooner or later, I will swallow up your property."

Takemoto Ichiro secretly cursed, but with a smile on his face, "Brother Ximen, isn't it all depends on your arrival? Your name is like an elephant farting, it makes a clanging sound, hahaha, brother, let's go.

Brothers, I'll drink two cups today. Come here, bring me some of my treasured old wines, and fry some good dishes for me."

Then, Takemoto Ichiro smiled, walked in front of Ximen, and went straight upstairs.

The two of them were silent all the way to the top floor of Hongyuan Hotel. Outside a closed door, there were two fierce bodyguards. When they saw Ichiro Takemoto, they immediately lowered their heads and said, "Thank you for your hard work, sir."

"It's not hard, you guys have suffered, hahaha." Takemoto Ichiro puffed out his chest, looked at Ximen Chao, and raised his eyebrows, "Well, my subordinates are okay, damn, although I am also a gangster, but we also speak

Civilized.

"Do you know who this distinguished guest is?" Takemoto Ichiro looked at the two bodyguards and winked quietly. When the two looked at him, they immediately shook their heads.

"This is our leader in northern Beijing, Brother Ximen Chao, and you don't know him?" Takemoto Ichiro was happy, damn, it was his own subordinates who were responsible, and then he asked sharply: "What have you two been doing in the world for so long?

Food? Damn it.”

"Reporting to the master, we only know you, the master, and other people have nothing to do with us."

As soon as the two of them spoke, Ichiro Takemoto looked back at Ximen Chao and said sheepishly: "Brother Ximen, don't be offended. My subordinates are all small fish and shrimps. They have never seen the world, so don't take it to heart."

Pretend, fuck your mother, you can really fucking pretend, Takemoto Ichiro, are you using your territory to frighten me, do you want to give me power? Damn, I'm a big deal, as long as you don't leave me

Eyesight, today, my Qinglong Gang will expand its power. Then I will see if you can still pretend like this.i^

"What Brother Wu Benxian said is wrong. Compared with Brother Xian's men, my men are nothing but a pile of mud." Ximen Chao looked around and said, "Why, just stand like this.

With?"

Upon hearing this, Ichiro Takemoto glanced at the two bodyguards, and they immediately opened the door. Then, Ichiro Takemoto walked in, followed by Ximen Chao.

From the first sight, this is a spacious conference room. In the room, there are many chairs arranged in an orderly manner on both sides of a long table. At the front of the table, on a natural emerald chair, the tiger skin cushion is particularly eye-catching.

Surrounded by various antiques and famous paintings, the most eye-catching one is a picture of a tiger descending from a mountain, and the ink seems to have not yet dried.

Ximen Chao glanced around the room and didn't take these things to heart. However, when he saw the painting of tiger descending from the mountain, he was surprised. This painting was obviously painted not long ago. Although it was just a simple painting, the meaning of the painting was

Obviously, if you guessed correctly, it should be the masterpiece of Ichiro Takemoto. How about pretending to be a tiger? Damn it, Ichiro Takemoto, one day you will know what a real cutworm is.

"Hey, Takemoto, who painted this painting? The meaning in the painting is profound."

"Brother Ximen, I will use my pen and ink when I have nothing to do. We all pursue peace and are civilized people. Why don't we just draw something to express our hobbies? Brother Ximen, don't be ridiculous."

"The painting is good and has some taste. Brother Takemoto, I didn't realize that you still have this skill."

"No, no, please don't praise me, I'm so thin-skinned."

The two of them walked inside while talking, and when they came to the table, Ximen Chao suddenly sat on the chair.

"Not to mention, your tiger skin mat looks warm in winter and cool in summer, not bad." Ximen Chao touched the tiger hair on the tiger skin mat with one hand and tapped it gently on the table with his other hand, his eyes bright.

He looked around and looked at Takemoto Ichiro in front of him.

Damn you, you think this is your home, this is my old home, but a guest of yours actually sat in my seat, Ximen Chao, you are getting more and more pretentious.

Ichiro Takemoto stretched out his hand to pull a chair, sat down next to Ximen Chao, crossed his legs, said nothing, closed his eyes and rested.

There was silence in the room, except for the sound of their heartbeats and the tapping of Ximen Chao's fingers.

The two of them each have their own secrets. Ximen Chao's purpose is to support Takemoto Ichiro, so that the brothers of the Qinglong Gang will go on a killing spree. Because without the instructions of Takemoto Ichiro, the people of the Black Tiger Clan would not dare to stop the actions of the Qinglong Gang.

Ichiro Takemoto didn't know what Ximen Chao was thinking, and he kept asking questions in his mind, why did Ximen Chao come here? Is there any purpose?

The silence between the two did not affect the fight outside.

At this time, the five major halls under the Qinglong Gang have sent some elites, the chief helmsman of Qinglong Hall, and thousands of people have gathered. In the hall, these people who are rolling on the tips of guns and knives are sitting in a neat manner.

Next, everyone looked at each other with bloodthirsty smiles.

"Damn it, I haven't cut anyone with this knife for a long time, it's going to get rusty"

"Fuck, I'm the same, I'm just trying to compete with you, if I'm going to kill someone, don't fight with me."

"Brother, why don't we compete and see who can chop more tonight?"

"Damn, what do we do? Drink, dance, and chop people for nothing. I haven't hacked anyone for so long. I'm just trying to compete. I don't know how many dogs I've hacked to death. I'm so dumb.

I’m addicted to killing people.”

In the hall, countless people kept talking, and everyone was very excited.

In front of these people, there are three chairs, with three people sitting on them.

There are three people, two men and one woman. The man on the left is wearing a black suit, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His left hand is constantly playing with a ring on the middle finger of his right hand. This man is the leader of Black Moon Hall, Black Dragon.

The person sitting next to Heilong is a woman, wearing a red cheongsam and a red hat. She has willow-shaped eyebrows, a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, a small nose, and sexy lips.

, put on a little lipstick, and people will be burning with desire just by looking at it. This person is the master of the Red Hall, Tuberose.

The remaining person is wearing a white suit, with long flowing hair, a handsome face, and white gloves on each hand. At this moment, a pair of poker cards is being played by this person. He appears and disappears.

It is none other than the leader of Lan Qian Tang, Qian Fei!

Behind the three people is a huge stage. In the middle of the stage, the statue of Mr. Guan Er is placed majestically in the center. In front of the statue, there is an incense altar with cigarette smoke. At this moment, only a few thick incense sticks have been burned.

After a while, the black dragon suddenly raised his head and looked at everyone, and there was suddenly silence.

Then, Nocturne smiled and looked at Qian Fei beside her.

Oh, Qian Fei flicked his left hand, and the poker in his hand disappeared instantly. Then, he patted the suit on his body, looked at the crowd, and slowly stood up.

"Brothers, we all know that the young gang leader of our Qinglong Gang was stabbed secretly. Today, the second master conveyed the gang leader's intention and asked me to inspect the major entertainment venues in northern Beijing and clean up the unsightly small sects.

,Brothers, are you looking forward to it?"

"Looking forward to it, Hall Master Qian, when will we leave?"

The crowd roared, gearing up, and looked at Qian Fei excitedly.

Qian Fei smiled, looked at Tuberose, and said, "I'm done, it's your turn."

"Giggles, Hall Master Qian is becoming more and more charming." Ye Laixiang chuckled softly: "I won't say anything else. Brothers all know what to do and what not to do. In Black Tiger Gate's territory, brothers all know what to do."

Behave yourself, if there are no instructions from above, we should just keep things in tune, you know?"

"You know, we will definitely maintain harmony and will not clean up the areas under the jurisdiction of Black Tiger Gate. We will convince people with virtue and inspect Black Tiger Gate's territory in a low-key manner!"

Tuberose nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at Heilong. Heilong suddenly stood up, took out two pistols from his arms and said slightly: "I just want to say three sentences, including the current sentence and the previous sentence.

Whoever kills more people is the real man!"

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Chapter completed!