Uncle Jiu looked at the veterans who had gone away, the comrades who had fought side by side. The anger in his heart had long since dispersed the friendship between life and death for many years and the last trace of the bottom line. He lit a cigarette, sat on the used tire, and stayed there.

After finishing the cigarette, he sneered a few times with a gloomy face. Uncle Jiu stood up, crushed the cigarette butt in his hand, and then left fiercely.'

As soon as he returned to his territory, Uncle Jiu summoned the people he had trained for many years, and then made arrangements: "Remember, you must act quickly and don't leave any clues. Zhao Fanchen will definitely send someone tonight.

People are looking for those elders. You must kill those old guys before they do. You have to do it cleanly. In this way, someone else will take the blame for me. Wouldn’t it be great? Since you want to play,

Then let's play some dirty tricks and use unscrupulous means. If you don't know how to praise me, then it's no wonder that I don't talk about the brotherhood that has been established for many years." After Uncle Jiu arranged everything, he lay on his back on the bamboo and rattan chair, drinking tea.

Listening to the Peking Opera, when I heard the excitement, I closed my eyes leisurely and contentedly, and roared with great momentum: "Kill, kill, kill 1... Give me a bright future..."

There were bound to be many people unable to sleep tonight. At around two o'clock in the morning, Robin called and said that the matter on Thirteen Streets had been settled. At the same time, another group of people sent by Zhao Fanchen had already contacted

The Vietnamese and the Burmese got in touch. Of course, as an ally, Zhao Fanchen naturally told Ship King Onassis about the death of Xiong Ye and Shen Bin. Those secret gang forces did not rush to take action, but quietly

Watching quietly, Detective Henry canceled all surveillance of the Chinese Gang. In other words, no matter what happens to the Chinese Gang in the past few days, the police will not come to the door. On the contrary, the police will also monitor the Chinese Gang if they interfere with it.

The gang's peripheral strength has certain limitations.

Xiao Liu led a group of smart and capable young men, all of whom were trained by Zhao Fanchen. Just before Xiao Liu came with his men, those men sent by Uncle Jiu had already laid an ambush one after another, and were ready to take action.

, after confirming that all the elders were back, Uncle Jiu's men took action, but unfortunately, the people sent by Zhao Fanchen also arrived at this time. Not only did those under Uncle Jiu fail to assassinate, but they also

He was caught by the people brought by Xiao Liu.

During this process, Zhao Fanchen undoubtedly saved the lives of these elders by accident. Naturally, they were extremely grateful to Zhao Fanchen. In the basement, Zhao Fanchen sat with several elders and drank tea. Uncle Jiu

Those people were hung up.

"It's good that the uncles are all right." Zhao Fanchen sat aside, neither humble nor overbearing, calm and elegant, smiling at the frightened old men and the two injured on their arms. These elders all had livid faces and said a word

Without saying anything, Zhao Fanchen pondered for a moment and said: "These are seniors. You should have seen what happened tonight. As for how to deal with this matter and these people, I will leave it to these seniors."

"Xiao Fan, if you are talking about where you are, you saved us old bones tonight. As for who sent these people, we can guess it, but I still have to investigate it myself.

Xiaofan, leave these people to us for trial. We will definitely be able to give you an answer before dawn. I want to see if those people really can't sit still and take action against us regardless of decades of brotherhood.

?" An elder couldn't help but stood up with excitement, and then slowly walked to the row of people who were being hung. He reached out and asked someone to take the small bag he was carrying, and then gently put it on the

On the chair, after opening it, there is a row of needles, as well as very delicate small blades and needle barrels, all arranged in a row.

The young men who were hung up all had sad and angry expressions on their faces. They looked at the furnishings in the small bag in front of them and raised their heads in disdain. They looked like heroes who were not afraid of torture.

Uncle Jiang just smiled faintly, then slowly took out a small shiny blade from his bag, wiped it with a clean cloth a few times, then picked up a syringe and sprayed the blue liquid in the syringe.

on the small blade, and then wiped it again with a cloth. After putting it on the fire a few times, he said to a few people around him: "Use a rope to help me lift both feet of the person in the middle. Remember."

Stay and tie them up separately."

After watching the young man's feet being helped, Uncle Jiang came over with the blade in his hand and said with a smile: "Young man, don't be afraid, it won't hurt. In fact, you don't know that I was in the countryside before.

, I was a barefoot doctor. When I was treating people, I saw several people die. In the end, I got a lawsuit, so I fled to the United States. Hey, people just talk a lot when they are old. Why should I follow you and say this?

I won’t treat you to death. Don’t worry. There was once a man who had a tumor on his leg for many years. He came to me and asked me to cut the tumor on his leg. But I didn’t dare at the time. I have always dreamed of it.

It is to use a living person to do experiments. After so many years, I originally thought that I would not have this opportunity before I was buried. Unexpectedly, I still got this opportunity. Don’t worry, I will familiarize you with the process of this operation first.

, First, I will use this blade to slowly separate your calf, then slowly separate your skin and flesh layer by layer, and then gradually separate the meat on your leg from your bones.

Of course, the premise is that you can endure it and don't bite your tongue to commit suicide. Next, I will do this. After cleaning your wound with my hands, I will use a syringe to inject my homemade poisonous bacteria into your mouth.

On the bones, if you think this is the end, then you are wrong. In fact, it is just the beginning. Because this is the first time for me to dissect the lower leg of a living person, so I have many problems to study, and it may be delayed for a while.

Time, but don’t be afraid, you won’t feel pain after I cut off the nerve in your leg. At this time, I am cutting off your leg entirely for further research...

·”

"That's enough, please stop talking, I don't know, I really don't know anything..." As Uncle Jiang talked about those horrific scenes in a leisurely manner, his legs were tied up

This young man's legs were already weak, his face was pale, his hands and feet were shaking violently, his nose was filled with tears and he was crying. He even closed his eyes and did not dare to look at the knife in Uncle Jiang's hand.

Ignoring him, Uncle Jiang just smiled calmly, then held down one of the young man's feet with one hand and said softly: "Don't be afraid, we are going to start now..."

"Ah, no... don't..." Before the knife in Uncle Jiang's hand touched the young man's calf, the guy screamed miserably, and a large piece of his crotch was wet.

Smell flowed down his trouser legs, and he shouted with snot and tears: "Uncle Jiang, you don't care about our business. It was Uncle Jiu who asked us to kill you. He wanted to blame Zhao Fanchen.

I'm just an errand boy, please let me go!"

Uncle Jiang put the blade in his hand into the small bag again and came back with a calm expression. Zhao Fanchen was stunned to see that Uncle Jiang's method of judging people was really extraordinary.

"Since Lao Jiu is ruthless to us, don't blame us for being unintentional. Well, I have an idea. These people were sent by Lao Jiu to kill us. We might as well put these people back and let him tell Lao

9. We are already dead. In order to make it more realistic, we can only let Xiaofan suffer a little. I would like to see what tricks he can play tomorrow. We will take the opportunity to show up by then. I think I will

What else can you say?" Several elders suggested together.

This was destined to be a sleepless night. Many people stayed up all night, and Zhao Fanchen was no exception. After breakfast, Zhao Fanchen had already led others to sit in front of the mourning hall in the council hall.

However, everyone easily discovered a detail today, that is, standing inside and outside the meeting hall, the thirty special forces sent by General Iron Tower were following the sergeant base with guns in their hands.

After everyone arrived, Uncle Jiu arrived belatedly, followed by two black bodyguards. He looked sure of victory. When they saw the two special forces in camouflage uniforms at the door, the muscles on Uncle Jiu’s face

I couldn't help but jump a few times.

After entering, he saw that the chairs of the elders on the right side of the meeting hall were all empty. Uncle Jiu felt a little more confident about winning. When he saw a few young people sitting opposite who were recently promoted by Zhao Fanchen, Uncle Jiu was happy.

Almost laughing, he naturally sat in the upper seat of the meeting hall, just opposite Zhao Fanchen. Uncle Jiu sat down, and the bodyguard behind him quickly lit the cigarette for him. Uncle Jiu smiled and said in a sinister tone:

"Today is said to be a funeral for Mr. Xiong, but I think it's for all of us veterans, right? Xiaofan, you can't be too ruthless. If you don't even let us old men who are about to be buried, you would be too disrespectful to the people in the organization.

Are you feeling chilly? Can’t you wait so much? If you want to be in power, you have to kill all our elders? I just got the news that Uncle Jiang and the others died in their room after they went back last night. Don’t you?

Should I give everyone an explanation?”

Uncle Jiu was the evil one who complained first. After he came in, he did not offer a stick of incense to Lord Xiong. He even said nothing about holding a funeral for Lord Xiong, and directly pointed the finger at Zhao Fanchen.

"Uncle Jiu, we are here to hold a funeral for Mr. Xiong today. You and Mr. Xiong were born like this. Now that Mr. Xiong is buried in peace, shouldn't you offer a stick of incense?" Zhao Fanchen led his men to pay tribute to Mr. Xiong.

After offering incense, he sat down and looked at Uncle Jiu coldly.

He just smiled lightly: "Of course I can offer incense to Mr. Xiong, but before I offer incense to Mr. Xiong, I have to clean up the family. The Chinese Gang has lost a leader like Mr. Xiong, but overnight the Chinese Gang

Many elders died tragically. Zhao Fanchen, don’t pretend you don’t know about this. Today I will expose your true purpose in front of everyone. You want to be in power, but you don’t need to kill innocent people indiscriminately and harm the world. Today

I am going to seek justice for those old brothers who died unjustly. You all must hear clearly that Mr. Xiong was poisoned and plotted by Zhao Fanchen. Even Shen Bin was colluding with Zhao Fanchen in plotting to gain power.

Last night, he even killed many elders in the organization. If a person like this takes the position of the boss of the Chinese Gang, there will be no place for us. Today, I, the ninth one, have to clean up the house. This is the time for me and

If anyone else meddles in Zhao Fanchen's affairs, don't blame me for not recognizing them."
Chapter completed!