"Mr. Zhou, please give me a chance..."

The Ying brothers are worthy of being the two most shining boys under the Yinglian family. It took only half an hour, but in less than twenty minutes, Ma Jingsheng, whose arm was cut off, knelt in front of Zhou Wenqiang.

The wound has been treated and bandaged, and the best hemostatic medicine has been applied. This is because "Mr. Zhou" only asked him for one right arm, but did not ask him for his life, otherwise Ma Jingsheng would have been sank into the Victoria Bay at this moment.

This is today's Hong Kong Island. Tycoon-level figures like Zhou Wenqiang can determine life and death in just one sentence. There will be countless people scrambling to contribute to it like British brothers.

Ma Jingsheng knelt in front of Zhou Wenqiang, bent down like a shrimp, but did not dare to scream the pain, but just kowtowed repeatedly.

"Mr. Zhou, I...I don't dare to hurt your nephew. Even if I give me a great courage, I don't dare. I just...just..."

"It's just a force to occupy the school, beat people and set fire, thinking that with the support of the ghost, you can be free of scruples, right?"

Zhou Wenqiang sneered: "You bastard! Have you ever heard of 'No matter how hard you are, you can't suffer children, and no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor to educate you'? You deserve to die! Do you know why I will save your life?"

"I know, I know..."

Ma Jingsheng kept kowtowing: "I, I will take Mr. Zhou to find Ferlanchi. His underground boxing ring is located in the abandoned Western Union Shipyard. It was all this nigger who forced me..."

Zhou Wenqiang looked at his eyes tightly: "I'm very surprised that a black man who opened an underground boxing ring would actually think of investing in real estate? Ma Jingsheng, how much insider do you know? Do you know who the boss behind Ferlanche is?"

"Boss Zhou, I really don't know this! Ferranchi came to Hong Kong Island to open an underground boxing ring a year ago. I only know that he knows some ghosts and his background is very unusual. You also know that I am not in Hongmen, so I can only eat in the name of Mr. Cao. Ferranchi just short of staff, so I...I'll..."

"Stop talking nonsense, take me to see him!"

Zhou Wenqiang stood up.

"Mr. Zhou, I have heard about this at the restaurant. I want our brothers to help you with all our strength. The Xilian Shipyard is not small and I can't figure out how many people there are. Let's take some brothers to help, right?"

Yinghua hurriedly said: "That nigger is doing something wrong in Tsim Sha Tsui. This is both your business and the British Union. Please allow Mr. Zhou."

“Okay.”

Zhou Wenqiang nodded and said, "Take more brothers with me and help me surround the Xilian Shipyard. In addition, I will transfer my subordinates and people from Beiwang to protect Zhiren Primary School. I will help me inform 'Old Yang' and say that Zhou Wenqiang is going to do things in the English Lianhe Land. Thank you in advance!"

The guy who plots against Zhiren Primary School cannot be just a Felanqi who runs an underground boxing gym. Zhou Wenqiang dares not take it lightly. Even for the children in the school, he must be fully prepared. This kind of thing can only be trusted by his own people and cannot be left to the Yinglian to do.

However, when mobilizing personnel on the British Union's territory, according to the rules, you must call the other party, otherwise you will be crossing the boundary and grabbing the territory.

The Ying brothers hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhou is polite. The attendance has already issued an order. The British Union will do its best to assist you and follow your instructions in everything."

The British Union is worthy of being the top three big characters in Hong Kong Island, and it is simply exaggerating to do things.

When Zhou Wenqiang and the British brothers came to the abandoned Western Union Shipyard, there were already two thousand British Union fighters trapping the siege here. The fighters held steel pipes, chain locks, watermelon knife, hijab, baseball bat... Some people had bulging waists, obviously hiding trolls.

Although there is a gun ban on Hong Kong now, few companies really care about it. At most, they just don’t use “long dogs” publicly. For example, straw sandals and red sticks, there are probably “short dogs” hidden. Among the two thousand hits, at least thirty people brought firearms.

Seeing Zhou Wenqiang and the Ying brothers coming, these beating boys bowed their heads and called "Brother Ying" respectfully! "Mr. Zhou"! Countless people looked at Zhou Wenqiang in secret with shock and admiration. They remembered the legendary brilliant achievements of the King of Zhou Yans who killed the senior officials of Le'an alone, and all of them were admiring them.

It is simply their honor to have the opportunity to play for "Mr. Zhou" today. In the future, they can play with other short mules for half their lives...

"Mr. Zhou, even if the foreign devil is gone, a nigger dares to do whatever he wants on our territory. This is asking for death!"

Ying Daqiang was even more fierce than his brother and sneered: "I told me that Mr. Zhou didn't need to do it myself. It's just an underground boxing ring. I'll take dozens of brothers to smooth it out! You can just rest here and watch the show."

"Second, you have no rules! Listen to Mr. Zhou, when is it your turn to make decisions?"

Yinghuaqiang glared at his younger brother and thought to himself that with Mr. Zhou, you dare to act cruelly? It’s such a fool!

"No need, just surrounded this shipyard by British Union. I'll go to see Ferlanchi myself."

From a distance, Zhou Wenqiang could see someone in the shipyard, and there were many black or brown guys, probably Ferrant's subordinates.

However, these people were intimidated by the British League's momentum, and none of them dared to show their heads, which was enough.

Today, he borrowed the British Union's manpower to use this to expand the situation and indirectly shake the black hand lurking behind Ferrant, thereby luring the snake out of the hole. It is not really about to wash the Western Union shipyard.

After all, this place is also Hong Kong Island. He also has the identity of Sha Zhan and cannot do whatever he wants.

Moreover, these underground boxers may not be all unforgivable people. Among them, there are people like Zhang Tianzhi who are forced to fight black boxing in life, and they also need to distinguish the good and bad.

"Ma Jingsheng, you lead the way."

Zhou Wenqiang ordered Ma Jingsheng to lead the way and walk towards the Xilian Shipyard.

This shipyard was once occupied by the Neon Army during World War II. Later, the Neon Kingdom was defeated and surrendered. The defenders were resentful and burned the shipyard with a fire and abandoned it from then on.

Unexpectedly, it turned into a paradise for underground black fists.

Several of the production workshops have been converted into underground boxing rings. Although there are no competition time and there are no audiences who are so painful, there are still many boxers practicing boxing here.

After seeing Ma Jingsheng who had lost one arm and the British Union fight outside, these people were shocked. Looking at Zhou Wenqiang walking by, none of them dared to stop them and allowed them to come to the depths of the shipyard.

"Mom, Dad, play with me..."

In a cleaner workshop, a little girl was smiling sweetly. Standing in front of him was a strong black man about 1.73 meters tall and his muscles were as big as black iron.

A quiet and beautiful woman wearing a plain long skirt and stockings and high heels stood aside with a smile, watching the black man raise his hands to make a boxing target, allowing the little girl to punch.

The black man was not too tall, but his body was as strong as a buffalo, and his neck was almost as close to the waist of the beautiful woman beside him. His facial features were extremely fierce, like a human-shaped beast, but at this moment he smiled silly, letting the little girl chase and beat her, with her eyes full of fatherly love.

The family of three is in a happy mood.

Zhou Wenqiang winked at Ma Jingsheng, and the two stopped far away without destroying the harmonious scene.

"Sure enough, like in the movie, Ferrante has a Chinese wife and a Chinese girl... But how could this child look like a Chinese? Could it be Tyson... No, Ferrante was wearing a hat of forgiveness?"

How powerful is the genes of black people? The little girl with black hair and yellow skin doesn't look like she has a blood relationship with him. Zhou Wenqiang looked at the warm scene in front of him and was very curious.
Chapter completed!