Zhao Fanchen didn't say anything, and kept listening to Mr. Xiong slowly in a tone of reminiscence. However, people like Mr. Xiong are never people who are sad about spring and autumn. After telling for a while, Mr. Xiong

He then withdrew his reminiscence. People like him have experienced great life and death and have seen so-called strong winds and waves, so it is difficult to have anything to move.

After taking a sip of red wine, lighting a cigar and sucking, Master Xiong's gaze became extremely deep again, and he looked at Zhao Fanchen and said, "How is it?"

To be honest, Zhao Fanchen didn't know whether Mr. Xiong was asking about the transaction today or his skills in the ring just now. He was not easy to comment on Mr. Xiong, but for the transaction today, Zhao Fanchen must be with Mr. Xiong.

My master said: "Mr. Xiong, our transaction was discovered by the police today. We have policemen in it. Three Burmese people died during the transaction?"

"Hmph! How could Will, the old fox, be so relieved to us! He is an old fox, and has been entrenched in Chinatown for many years. Only he can maintain his affirmation here, although everyone knows that he is a bastard, and he has a lot of eyeliners.

The reason I haven't pulled out these eyeliners is because there are some eyeliners. Will's old fox can be completely relieved. Xiaofan, I will hold a meeting tomorrow, but I want you to kill this person at the meeting

, This person is very skilled and is a leader in our organization, but he seems to be very close to Burmese, Vietnamese, and the Nok family. He may think that I am very old and confused.

Well, it's time to kill the chicken and show the monkey, otherwise they really think I'm old." Master Xiong turned up a photo on the table.

The photo shows a bald man with a sinister face, a golden chain hanging on his neck, and a skull tattooed on his chest. After seeing it, Zhao Fanchen burned the photo.

Master Xiong asked him to kill the bald man in this boxing ring in public tomorrow. He had no choice for Zhao Fanchen now. Master Xiong smiled gently and stood up, patted Zhao Fanchen on the shoulder hard. Maybe he had been boxing for a long time.

Because his legs and feet are a little uneasy.

Since he came to Chinatown, Zhao Fanchen knew that Xiong Ye treated him as a gold medal thug. Although he was already his own person, he was still just a thug. Xiong Ye did not mention the transaction today because of this.

Transactions are just small transactions that cannot be smaller. Master Xiong doesn’t care about them at all. Generally, Haizi was responsible for these matters before, but now Zhao Fanchen is responsible for them.

Taking off his shirt, Zhao Fanchen jumped into the boxing ring to compete with the strong man who was training for Xiong Ye just now. This guy was very frustrated with Xiong Ye practicing boxing. He could neither take too light nor too heavy, so he

He had been so angry that he had been holding back his anger for a long time, but Zhao Fanchen seemed to be very angry. He had seen Zhao Fanchen have a punch that could almost hit Haizi with a disabled explosive power two months ago, so he really wanted to go with Zhao.

Wanchen fights to try it.

The guy was carrying the whole set and he had heavy hands as soon as he got up. Zhao Fanchen showed his dark and thin body with bare hands. Each punch was full of force. With a bang, Zhao Fanchen forced the strong man back with one punch and kicked him sideways.

With a strong wind blowing, the man raised his arms to protect his chest. With a bang, the two people collided. The man was directly shocked by the powerful force on Zhao Fanchen's legs and bounced out.

On the cable in the boxing ring, but before he could come back to his senses, Zhao Fanchen had already bullied himself. Then, this guy felt for the first time in his life what dense fists were like raindrops, and those burst out at a short distance.

The fist that surged with powerful force was extremely fierce and the guy couldn't stand it. He begged for mercy and said, "Don't beat him anymore, stop now?"

However, Zhao Fanchen had no intention of stopping, and kicked him out with a punch, then picked up the shirt on the cable, turned around and left straight.

"Damn! It hurts so much that this family is crazy? Oh! My bones are almost shattered by him?" This guy was beaten into a pig's head by Zhao Fanchen, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a pair of them were covered with blood.

Lao Gao was so red and swollen that he used to be punching sandbags. When he was practicing wooden stakes, his fists had never been swollen, but now he was so red and swollen that he was hit. It was like hitting Zhao Fanchen.

It hurts like a stone.

After leaving the underground boxing ring room, Zhao Fanchen took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, greeted several young men who were washing cars with hot faces in the factory, and walked towards the canteen. He had been busy all day long and had been eating.

Haven't eaten yet.

The master in the cafeteria specially prescribed a small cooking for Zhao Fanchen, made three dishes and two bottles of Erguotou. It was really not easy to drink Erguotou here! A bowl of braised meat, a tomato and egg, and a cold beef,

Sweeping away the food on the table, Zhao Fanchen returned to the small room and saw a lot of money, wine and meat on the table. The guys who followed Zhao Fanchen to trade today were sitting in front of the table.

It was a bragging thing. When he saw Zhao Fanchen coming in, he stood up and shouted: "Brother Xiaofan, the Emperor's God of War!"

Robin said that the money was sent by Mr. Xiong, and these guys were very excited. This was the first time I went out to do things. I used to receive a salary from the factory foreman every month, but I was far from going out to do it.

Things earn a lot.

Zhao Fanchen smiled and asked Robin to share the money on the table with everyone who traded on the dock today. He didn't want a penny himself, because it was useless to ask for money here.

I drank with these strong men until after one o'clock. I had been having sex today for a day. After a trip, Zhao Fanchen fell asleep deeply. In the morning, Master Xiong sent someone to call Zhao Fanchen.

Go to the cafeteria for dinner.

Mr. Xiong rarely comes to the cafeteria for dinner, he only comes once a while, and comes to the cafeteria with Robin. It is a big canteen like a state-owned enterprise in the 1990s. Many people line up and hold the foreign in their hands.

The porcelain jar is ready to make a meal.

As soon as he came in, Master Xiong reached out to greet Zhao Fanchen and sat at their table. Except for Zhao Fanchen, a young man, the rest of the table were all old guys in his fifties.

At the dining table, these people almost didn't speak when they were eating, and they all ate as if they were fighting to eliminate the enemy. Soon the table of food and food was completely wiped out.

"Xiaofan is a young man who can fight and fight. He will be a good seedling in the future. We old guys have taken over. You are our own people now, so you don't have to say something. I miss us back then.

How majestic and brilliant it is, but people always have to follow the times. If they cannot keep up with the changes of the times, they will eventually lag behind others. Our organization should inject some vibrant young people with important responsibilities, the previous generation of people

All old, I can't fight anymore, I need to have enough

Enough fresh blood can maintain the prosperity of our organization. This is the hard work of a generation! I don’t want to see this once glorious organization being buried in our hands when I closed my eyes. That person was the one who was once a person.

The passionate era is really reminiscent of! Master Xiong, I don’t want to see the river that our previous generation worked hard on is so dark." The person who said this was an old man with a scar on his nose. Zhao Fanchen knew that this person was big.

Everyone calls him Uncle Quan.

At this time, the atmosphere on the table was obviously a little nervous. Uncle Quan looked a little excited when he said these words. He was always looking at Master Xiong, and Master Xiong stopped eating and slowly lifted up.

Started and glanced at Uncle Quan: "Lao Liu, don't interfere in the gang's affairs. I will deal with it. We need young people like Xiaofan, but they are still a little too immature and need to be tempered."

In this organization in Chinatown, no one dared to oppose Xiong Ye's decision. Even the old people who worked hard with him were unwilling to raise some sensitive topics easily, because everyone knows that Xiong Ye is a person who is power-oriented

The control of ** is extremely strong, and no one can let others talk about it. Uncle Quan smiled bitterly, and then said to himself: "Look at how many of our brothers were left in the past, so I'm so nervous.

, The disabled are the only ones who can move. I know that you are the leader in the organization now, and it is not easy for us old men to live to this day, so you should let the young people do some things!

you??"

Uncle Quan wanted to open his mouth and say something. An old man next to him saw that Master Xiong's eyes had narrowed, so he gently touched Uncle Quan's arm, slowly stood up, and changed the topic: "Old

Sixth, didn’t we make an appointment to go fishing today? The weather is good today. Haven’t you finished your meal? Let’s go out for activities?” He said, and then the old men here

They all stood up slowly and slowly left with Uncle Quan and others.

At this time, Zhao Fanchen was not easy to interrupt. He just looked at the waists that had been bent. The old man who had been working hard for a lifetime slowly left the cafeteria. There was no big change on Mr. Xiong's face, but just looked at it lightly.

At a glance, the old men who left stood up, pressed Zhao Fanchen's shoulder and smiled, "Xiaofan, let's go, it's up to you today. If you don't do it for a long time, it will always make some people forget it.

Some important things, it's time for them to remember."

Follow Master Xiong to the boxing ring in the basement. There was a large table here, and there were already several people sitting, one of which was bald. When Master Xiong and Zhao Fanchen came in, he laughed strangely, and he was pregnant.
Chapter completed!