A blue-haired man stepped out of the car. After he got off, he flicked the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand and closed the car door with his backhand:
"You guys wait in the car, I'll go."
Finished.
He placed the Eight-faced Han Sword on his shoulders with both hands and walked towards the private club in front without looking back.
"..."
Ma Zai in the car looked at his back as he left: "Brother Ji, can he do it? Isn't it too crazy to go alone?!"
"Just wait."
Ah Ji glanced over there, waved his hand and stopped talking.
In the clubhouse.
The private room inside and the dim atmosphere with warm lighting give people a feeling of laziness and relaxation.
Ah Hai was lying on the massage chair wearing big underpants, and a young girl wearing a hip-covering short skirt was pressing his back.
At this moment, Ah Hai felt extremely depressed.
this morning.
When the New World opened, I went to visit the venue. What was originally a good thing suddenly took a sudden turn. Suddenly, a foreign girl appeared and slapped me twice.
What's even more bizarre is.
Sir Liu, who was originally in harmony with him, suddenly turned against him and dragged him into the police station. He sat there for a full two hours before letting him out.
"Damn, what a bad luck!"
Ah Hai frowned and muttered, lying on the massage chair and squinting his eyes and sucking on a cigarette. From this angle, he could see the girl with a big butt facing him.
"Brother Hai."
The younger sister's eyes happened to meet Ah Hai's, and there was a charming smile on the corner of her mouth. She put her palms against Ah Hai's back and stroked his muscles:
"Wow, you have a really good figure. It would be great if my boyfriend had a figure as good as yours."
Talking room.
She raised her hips, deliberately lifted her short skirt that covered her hips, and pressed her body against Ah Hai's body.
"Get out!"
Ah Hai opened her hand with a slap, blew out smoke and cursed angrily: "If you want me to massage it, just massage it properly. I'm not interested in you."
He raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling, taking a deep drag on his cigarette: "I just like Guan Xiumei's type. She exudes familiarity all over her body."
"snort"
The little girl snorted coldly, stopped talking, and continued to massage him softly.
The front desk of the club.
Ah Hai's confidant Xiaoman sat with his legs crossed in front of the tea table, picking up a hot kettle and boiling tea leaves, enjoying himself.
"Brother Man."
Ma Zai was adding tea to the side and said in a flattering tone: "I heard that Brother Hai made a mistake when he went out to do something today? Later he was taken to the police station for tea?"
"What are you talking about?"
Xiaoman's eyes widened, and he slapped Ma Zai on the face with his backhand, scolding in an unhappy tone:
"What does it mean to miss? What does it mean to be taken to the police station for tea?!"
"Yes, yes."
Ma Zai grabbed the table to steady his staggering body, covering his face with a smile: "Sorry, Brother Man, I said the wrong thing."
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't know, and don't say things you shouldn't say!"
Xiaoman waved his hand impatiently and looked at the other Ma Zai standing next to him: "What role does Brother Hai play? He easily integrated Zhongxinyi's territory and led everyone to drink and eat meat. How comfortable it is."
"Just like now, everyone doesn't have to do any work every day. No one dares to cause trouble here. Everyone should be grateful!"
"Brother Man is right!"
Everyone nodded in agreement: "Follow Brother Hai and Brother Man, hang out, drink wine and eat meat!"
"right!"
The small area at the entrance of the hall became lively.
door.
"Drink and eat meat?!"
A cold voice sounded from the door, with a tone full of disdain: "You guys can't even count as a dish, and you still want to drink wine and eat meat?"
"Eat shit!"
Before the person arrives, the sound arrives.
"The Yan family shovel!"
"I'll take your mother in my mouth!"
When the horse boys heard this, they immediately slapped the table, shouted, and looked towards the door.
door.
A figure stepped forward and appeared at the door.
He was wearing a long black trench coat, with a dark eight-sided Han sword on his shoulders, and his blue hair style was very eye-catching.
The long bangs hanging down in front of his forehead half covered his eyes, and he walked in casually with a toothpick in his mouth.
behind.
There is no second person.
But even so, the man was full of aura and intimidated these young men in a short time.
After the man strode into the door, he pulled out the stool on the tea table and sat down with a golden sword. He thrust the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand onto the floor. He held the hilt of the sword in his left hand and stared at Xiao Man across from him with burning eyes.
.
behind.
The spectators gathered around and stared at the man sitting in his seat with his back straight.
"Who are you?"
Xiaoman squinted at the blue-haired man, holding the teacup in his hand and pushing it on the tea table: "What are you doing here!"
His intuition told him that the person in front of him was no ordinary character, so Xiaoman unconsciously restrained his words a bit.
"Luo Tianhong!"
Luo Tianhong touched the toothpick in his mouth with the tip of his tongue. The eyes behind his blue bangs looked directly at Xiao Man, and he tapped his fingers on the tea table:
"What am I here for?"
"Do you know who owned this place before?!"
"Who covered it?"
Xiao Man looked at the extremely evil Luo Tianhong in front of him, his eyelids twitched, and he looked at the drawer in front of him.
There is a big black star in the drawer.
"who?!"
Luo Tianhong snorted coldly and said coldly: "Loyalty and righteousness, Luo Tianhong!"
"hehe."
Xiaoman sneered and immediately came back to his senses. He was about to say why the name Luo Tianhong sounded familiar. It turned out to be Zhongxinyi.
He curled his lips and said: "I have been running a stall here to collect protection fees for a month and no one has kicked me out. Now this place belongs to me."
"Now, I'm here."
Luo Tianhong pressed the hilt of the Han Sword with his left hand and shook his head outward: "Take your people and things and get out."
"What did you say?!"
Xiao Man raised his voice, slapped the table and stood up: "You repeat that?!"
behind.
The horses stepped forward and surrounded him.
"Oh!"
Luo Tianhong raised his head, looked at him expressionlessly, and said word by word: "Get out!"
"The Yan family shovel!"
Xiao Man cursed angrily and reached for the drawer under the tea table, preparing to get the big black star in the drawer.
"clang"
The Eight-sided Han Sword was drawn out of its scabbard. The friction between the blade and the scabbard produced a slight crisp trembling sound, and it passed through the air at a very fast speed.
"Pfft!"
In a dull sound.
Xiaoman's finger that was reaching for the drawer was cut off directly, and a wound on his neck as long as his little finger was bleeding out.
"Ho ho."
Xiaoman's throat constricted and he coughed up blood. He covered his neck with his hands and twitched, falling directly to the ground.
Luo Tianhong sat firmly in his seat, motionless as a mountain.
"Kick him to death!"
I don't know who yelled, but You Ma Zai pulled out a watermelon knife and slashed Luo Tianhong in the seat on the back.
Luo Tianhong suddenly turned his head, sided his body to avoid the watermelon knife he was looking at, and punched out with his right hand, hitting Ma Zai's right hand holding the knife.
Ma Zai was in pain and dropped the watermelon knife in his hand. Luo Tianhong caught it in the air, stretched out his hand and grabbed Ma Zai's collar and pushed him down on the tea table.
Just as Ma Zai was about to struggle, a sharp watermelon knife was placed on his neck, making him tremble with fear and dare not move.
"You can't!"
Luo Tianhong didn't even look at Ma Zai who was lying on the tea table. He reached out and picked up the steaming tea on the tea table and took a sip:
"Tell Ah Hai to come out from the street!"
A private room inside the clubhouse.
Ma Zai opened the door in a panic and rushed in, throwing himself to the ground: "Brother Haihai, it's not good, someone is coming to cause trouble!"
"Stepping on the field?!"
When Ah Hai heard this, he stretched out his hand and pushed the massage girl away. He took off his pants, picked up the suit next to him and put it on his body. He then arranged it in front of the mirror:
"Why panic! I'm here!"
Tonight.
I just happened to be holding back my anger and had no place to vent it. What blind thing would dare to come and clean up my territory.
"Brother Haihai!"
Ma Zai swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said hesitantly: "Brother Manman was beheaded by him!"
"What?!"
Ah Hai's hand that was holding the belt couldn't help but paused: "Xiao Man was beheaded?!"
"Um"
Ma Zai nodded: "In less than one round, he was directly beheaded to death!"
"Bring me the knife!"
When Ah Hai heard that his confidant had been chopped off by someone, a surge of anger surged into his heart, and he roared again:
"Bring me my knife!"
moment.
Ah Hai, who was wearing a white shirt, rushed out from the room with a machete and immediately saw Luo Tianhong sitting in front of the tea table.
Next to Luo Tianhong was Xiaoman who had fallen to the ground and threw himself on the street.
As soon as the other horses saw Ah Hai coming out, they immediately found their backbone and leaned towards Ah Hai:
"Brother Hai, that's him!"
When Luo Tianhong heard the noise, he turned around and glanced at Ah Hai, who was in a white shirt, with a slightly raised look of disdain.
"The Yan family shovel!"
Ah Hai walked towards Luo Tianhong with a machete, his strong muscles under his white shirt were tight and highlighted: "How dare you fucking attack me!"
"Oh!"
Luo Tianhong squinted his eyes, put down the tea cup in his hand, picked up the watermelon knife in his hand and went straight towards him, his pace gradually speeding up.
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
The soles of their shoes stepped on the floor, making a crisp sound.
soon.
The two are close.
"clang!"
The two of them slashed with their knives at the same time. The blades collided and sparks flew out, and the crisp sound of metal collision sounded.
After one cut.
"Grass!"
Ahai's eyelids jumped violently, and he almost lost his grip on the machete in his hand under the attack just now.
"You, you can't!"
Luo Tianhong glanced at A Hai coldly, pushed the blade of the knife with both hands and pushed A Hai out directly.
Follow closely.
He rushed forward with a knife and chopped again.
"Grass!"
Ah Hai looked at the machete that was coming, and he hurriedly started to chop with the knife.
"Clang!"
After two cuts.
A Hai only felt numbness in the tiger's mouth.
With the third slash, he no longer held the machete in his hand and dropped it to the ground.
"Pfft, pfft!"
Luo Tianhong's hand speed was extremely fast, and he opened and closed the watermelon knife in his hand left and right, quickly slashing through Ah Hai's chest.
Ahai was pushed backwards by the huge force, knocking down a bunch of tables and chairs in the hall.
Under the white shirt.
Lines of blood spread quickly, dyeing the white shirt red.
"Bah!"
With the final swing of the knife.
Luo Tianhong struck the table next to him with his knife, and the watermelon knife unfolded the edge of the table and embedded it deeply.
The bright red blood slowly flowed down the blade, dripping down drop by drop on the carpet, dyeing the carpet dark red.
"Crack!"
A bloody hand stretched out, slapped the table, leaving a blood-red palm print, and then exerted force.
Ahai grabbed the tabletop with his palm, forced himself up, and sat down on the stool.
"Hoo"
His face was covered in blood, his throat made a hoarse voice, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Luo Tianhong in front of him.
chest.
The white shirt was completely torn, and the hideous wounds were prominent, and the rolled flesh was shockingly bleeding out.
"Grass!"
Ah Hai endured the pain, roared hoarsely, and then wanted to reach out to straighten the tattered white shirt on his chest.
"Plop."
There was a muffled sound.
A Hai threw himself heavily on the table and became silent.
"..."
The eyes of the surrounding horses were dull, looking at the fallen Ah Hai, their bodies stiffened and they froze on the spot.
"Gudong."
Ma Zai swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the blue-haired man standing in the hall with fearful eyes.
In their eyes, Brother Man was chopped to the ground with a knife.
And Brother Hai, who usually led them to fight for territory, was extremely brave, but he only resisted Luo Tianhong's three swords, and then he was chopped into vegetables and melons, and he was thrown into the street in an instant.
This Luo Tianhong.
"Run!"
in the crowd.
I don't know who shouted.
Follow closely.
Many of the horse boys turned around and ran away, rushing towards the door in a hurry, fearing that Luo Tianhong would stop them behind.
After these people witnessed Luo Tianhong's skills with their own eyes, each of them had a great psychological shadow, and even had a psychological emergency fear in their hearts that they would never be a bad boy again.
Luo Tianhong.
The real bad boy persuades the master to quit.
"snort!"
Luo Tianhong snorted coldly, but did not stop the fleeing horses. He turned back to the tea table, took a sip of the slightly cold tea, picked up the Eight-sided Han Sword leaning on the tea table, and glanced at the bar
.
Behind the bar.
The young receptionist at the club was hiding behind the bar and shivering: "Brother Tianhong, please let me go. I have no choice but to continue working here."
"Dong dong."
Luo Tianhong glanced at the front desk where he once stood, and did not blame her. He tapped on the table with his four fingers slightly bent, and said expressionlessly:
"Call Bai Che!"
Finished.
He stepped out, came to the van parked on the roadside, opened the door, got in, and said calmly:
"Drive to the next place!"
"drive."
Aji glanced at Luo Tianhong in the rearview mirror, said hello, and the van drove away from the scene.
Tonight.
There was turmoil again on this territory.
The territory that originally belonged to Zhongxinyi, after a brief change of hands, returned to Luo Tianhong's hands again.
Luo Tianhong swept the entire territory by himself and won three venues in succession. When they went to the fifth venue, the building was already empty.
within them.
The news that Luo Tianhong, the former loyalist and righteous spokesperson who had surrendered to Jibu, made a comeback and regained his territory spread in a short period of time.
They had already heard about the people in the previous four places being chopped into vegetables and melons, so they all ran away.
One night.
Luo Tianhong was nicknamed the vegetable cutter in the circle.
Everyone knows that Luo Tianhong has now become Ji Bu's red-flowered double stick, and many people have directly given him the title of 426.
"Boss."
Aji called Ji Bu: "It's done."
"Um."
Ji Bu nodded and said calmly: "I understand."
Hang up the phone.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the neon lights outside the window, and murmured to himself: "Han Chen, Han Chen."
"What do you want to do next?!"
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