Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Second Chaos Demon City [9 more
"Huh!" Brother Chen slowly exhaled a puff of smoke with a satisfied look on his face.
Suddenly.
An ax flashed past Brother Chen's forehead.
The next second, a strand of hair stuck with hair gel fell down.
Brother Chen only felt a tremor all over his body. He was almost, just almost. He would tell you here.
"Chen...Brother Chen..." Master's voice trembled a little.
Brother Chen raised his head and looked over, and the right hand holding the cigarette began to shake.
However, he is also a big shot with good cards.
"You...who are you?" Brother Chen said calmly, but his trembling hands and lips had betrayed him.
The twenty-odd boys were all scattered at this moment, falling to the ground or on the goods one by one, and a few actually flew to the top of the warehouse.
"You can call me Zhou He, Gang Leader Wang. I wonder if you are willing to give me some face now. I want to take them two away." Zhou He looked at Brother Chen with a smile.
"Since you said so, I naturally want to give you this face, please!" Brother Chen pretended to be calm and made a gesture of asking.
"Thank you! What are you doing standing still? Get in the car." Zhou He said to Ah Xing and Fatty Cong.
"Oh, okay." Immediately, Ah Xing and Fatty Cong ran to the van.
After a while, Zhou He drove a vehicle and drove Ah Xing and Fatty Cong out of the warehouse.
"Chen...Brother Chen, smoke." Master handed over a cigarette.
Brother Chen took the cigarette, took a puff, and shouted: "Find me a killer, the most powerful killer, I want them to die!"
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"Brother, thank you for rescuing us." Ah Xing, who was in the passenger seat, thanked Zhou He.
"Yes, yes, thank you big brother for saving us." Fatty Cong also quickly thanked him.
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Zhou He smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter."
After saying that, Zhou He ignored them and looked out the car window.
Although it is already night, this street is filled with people from all over the world, most of whom are white foreigners with arrogant looks.
There are also the red-headed Asan who pretends to be powerful, the Jewish people who came to seek refuge, and the islanders who are eyeing him.
Of course, there are inevitably a large number of entertainment venues on both sides of the street.
The Demonic City at this moment is simply a place of all shapes and colors, a mixture of fish and dragons, undercurrents, and forces from all sides are entrenched.
The island nation's occupying forces, the public concession, the French concession... and gangs are all mixed together.
Under this false and abnormal prosperity, they restrained each other, forming a chaotic and subtle relationship.
This kind of contradiction is accumulating all the time, and sooner or later, it may explode one day, or at any time.
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Although this is still the boundary of China, as a concession area, the Chinese people have no right to speak at all, and they are divided into three, six, and nine levels.
Take the public settlement as an example. There are a total of 6.7 million people here, of which foreigners only account for 3%, which is less than 20,000 people.
Among them, the English population is less than 5,000, but these 5,000 English are the masters of this concession.
In the concession, the one who really has the final say is the nine-member committee of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau. Six of them are British, two are Milijian, and the remaining one is for other foreign expatriates.
This nine-member committee was selected from the richest foreigners in the concession. They can be said to be the top of the pyramid of the concession people.
At the lower level are the white-collar workers, senior clerks, engineers and others in the concession.
The next level down are senior patrol officers, technicians, and general company employees.
Further below are ordinary workers, sailors, white policemen, red-headed Asan and Annan's pointed-headed policeman.
As for the Chinese patrolmen in the patrol room, they can only be the last ones.
Moreover, the salary of one white policeman can be as much as that of eight Asan policemen.
But this Asan's salary is much higher than that of the Chinese patrol officer.
As for those ordinary Chinese... there is no hierarchy at all, they are the lowest, lowest existence.
Therefore, in front of foreigners of a higher level, the arrogant red-headed Asan and the sharp-headed patrolman can yell at the Chinese.
In this special era and node, inequality is everywhere. No, it should be said that the word equality does not exist in this era.
"Brother, you are so powerful. There were so many people, and with just a few swish, swish, swish, you defeated them all."
At this time, Ah Xing's words brought Zhou He back from his memories.
"Yes, big brother is so powerful. I feel he is even more powerful than the three heroes in Pig Cage City." Fatty Cong agreed.
"Those are just a few little gangsters. Anyone who has practiced some martial arts can defeat them. But, Fatty, those three heroes you mentioned? I'm a little interested." Zhou He said.
"They are in the Pig Cage Walled City. Brother, can I take you there?" Axing said attentively.
"Don't worry, it's so late now. Are you hungry? I'm a little hungry. Let's find a place to eat first." Zhou He said.
"I'm a little hungry." Fatty Cong nodded and said.
Some of these two guys haven't had a meal yet. They haven't even eaten lunch or dinner yet, so they are already very hungry.
"Brother, I know a place that is very delicious..."
Ten minutes later, Zhou He drove his vehicle and arrived in front of a small restaurant.
"Brother, the food here is plentiful and cheap, let's eat here." Fatty Cong pointed to the small restaurant in front of him and said.
Before Zhou He could say anything, Ah Xing violently knocked on Fat Zaicong's forehead: "Fat Zaicong, you actually brought my eldest brother to this small shop to eat? Are you looking for death?"
"Brother, I know a local hotel. The one inside..." Before Asing could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhou He.
"Okay, let's eat here, I'm not picky." Immediately, Zhou He got out of the car and walked towards the small restaurant.
Ah Xing and Fatty Cong were so excited that they quickly got out of the car and followed them.
Fatty Cong also whispered behind Ah Xing: "It's really delicious. You've eaten it too. Those leftovers are really delicious."
"Shut up. If you don't shut up, I'll sew your mouth shut." Ah Xing glared at Fatty Cong fiercely.
Fatty Cong immediately closed his mouth and did not dare to mutter.
"Welcome, welcome, what do you three want to eat?"
When the three of them walked in, a store owner came over to greet them.
"Serve all of your signature dishes here, and then get some other good dishes, and make twenty dishes." Zhou He said.
"Ah...first of all...sir, are you kidding me?" The shopkeeper was a little stunned, and then he felt a little nervous.