The large glazed lamp hangs from the dome, emitting bright light, illuminating the hall like daylight.
Fang Ming went to the banquet as promised. The moment he walked in, he picked up a glass of champagne and drank it quietly in the corner.
The sharp-eyed Mede still noticed him and took the initiative to come over. Fang Ming felt disgust from the bottom of his heart for this fat Portuguese guy with a smile on his face.
Gentleman-like smiles could not hide the true nature of these Western robbers. Europeans and Americans believed in the law of the jungle. Fang Ming glanced at Maid, and a polite smile appeared on his face.
"Hello, Mr. Fang!" Maid, who spoke Chinese fluently, raised his glass.
"Hello, respected Governor Mai De!" Fang Ming held back his displeasure and greeted Mai De.
There were also many celebrities in the hall, and they looked at the two of them with expectant and curious eyes, all of which were asking for something. Maid motioned Fang Ming to go to his study, and Fang Ming smiled and said: "Governor Maid, thank you for your help.
If you invite me, I will be disrespectful."
After passing through the flower hall, Fang Ming came to Mad's study. The study was very tidy, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones on display. It was obvious that Mad was very knowledgeable about China.
"Mr. Fang, did you participate in today's horse racing?"
This foreign devil finally showed his true face.
"Yes, Governor Maid also likes horse racing?"
"Of course, that black horse is mine."
"Oh!" Fang Ming suddenly realized it and complimented him at the right moment: "Wuzhima has the potential to become a star."
"Oh, Mr. Fang, what you said makes me happy and sad at the same time. My Wuzhui horse is indeed good, but it still lost to your Qianlixue."
Fang Ming pretended to be frightened and said, "I really didn't know that was Governor Maid's horse. I'm sorry."
"No regrets. That's how competition is, Mr. Fang. I really envy you for having such a good horse."
Fang Ming continued to chat with Mai De on the topic of horse racing. From the breed of horses to the details of horse racing, the two talked very speculatively. It was almost time, Fang Ming said goodbye. When they came to the door, Fang Ming held his horse in his hand.
De's hand said: "Governor Maid, I can see that you are a horse lover."
"Of course, I like BMW very much." Maid did not hide his inner desire at all.
"Governor Maid, my Qianli Snow is yours, and I will send it to your house."
"This---" Maid rubbed his hands excitedly, maintaining the usual hypocrisy of foreigners: "How can this be so embarrassing?"
"Governor Maid, a good horse must find a good owner for it. I believe you can do it."
"Oh, dear Fang, I can't refuse your enthusiasm, so I have to accept it?"
"Take it!" Fang Ming smiled and waved to Med, then turned to leave.
Mad stopped him and said, "Fang, how should I thank you?"
"Governor Maid, I have opened several casinos in Macau, and I am very interested in the gaming industry." Seeing that Maid did not speak, Fang Ming knew that he could not impress the other party with just one horse: "Governor Maid, I believe
There will be times when we cooperate, and I believe I will be a good partner."
After leaving Mai De's mansion, Fang Ming immediately took the car back to the city that never sleeps.
Giving away horses is just the first step to win favor. This society is based on interests and reality, and you will get rewards based on your efforts. If you want to gain control of Macau casinos, you must show your strength.
In the jungle ahead, several dark figures appeared on the roadside. Fang Ming's eyes were as bright as lightning and he had already noticed something strange.
"Mr. Fang, it looks like he belongs to Fu Haoran!"
This Fu Haoran still refuses to give up and dares to send someone to follow him. It seems that the lesson the fire dragon taught him last time was not profound enough!
Fang Ming signaled Zhu Lan to pull the car over to the side of the road. As soon as it stopped, several black shadows rushed up.
Several guys rushed toward Fang Ming with sharp axes raised high. The sharp axes shone with cold light, which was particularly dazzling in the night sky.
"Bang!" Zhulan suddenly pushed open the car door and knocked a guy to the ground.
Fang Ming also got out of the car and knocked these people to the ground in a few strokes.
Looking around, the darkness of the night was terrifying. Fu Haoran would not call these little characters out if he really wanted to deal with him. He must have a backup plan.
A chill ran down my back, and a blade of light rolled up. The sword light, which was about ten feet long, was enough to split a person in half from head to toe.
Fang Ming kicked hard with both feet, and his whole body stretched three feet along the tree trunk, like a light civet cat.
The sword gleamed in the air and hit a small tree, splitting it in half from head to toe, causing the branches to droop.
A man who looked like a Japanese samurai appeared. He looked at Fang Ming in the air, shook his hands and fired three ninja darts.
It was the Japanese again, and a gleam of light appeared in Fang Ming's hand, which was the Wolf Fang Fighting Saber.
There was a "ding-dong" sound, sparks flew out, and all three ninja darts failed.
Fang Ming had already fallen down at this time. He slashed Huashan with one move, holding the wolf's fang saber tightly and slashing at the opponent. The huge force was transmitted from the samurai sword to his arms. The Japanese samurai's knees weakened and he hit the ground with one knee.
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Fang Ming started to kick up. The Japanese samurai fell backwards, and the sword in his hand stabbed out from a strange place.
The sword shone brightly, and the Japanese samurai quickly regained his disadvantage. His sword skills were so tricky and ruthless that it was difficult to guard against him.
It was the first time that Fang Ming met such an opponent. He opened and closed his saber widely and adopted a head-on approach.
When the Wolf Fang Fighting Saber struck out for the tenth time, the Japanese samurai's body shifted, his feet slid ten feet, and the short sword inserted in his waist stabbed towards Fang Ming like lightning.
This move was too fast. Fang Ming suddenly raised his knees and hit the opponent's knife tip.
The knee pad made of steel hit the opponent's knife tip, bending the knife directly, and Fang Ming's other foot swept out like lightning!
"Bang!" The kick was hard and accurate, hitting the opponent's neck directly and breaking the neck bone.
Fang Ming landed on the ground, and the saber went from bottom to top, breaking three of the opponent's ribs and stabbing him in the heart.
"Ah!" The warrior jumped up high, and a blood arrow spurted out from his chest!
Fang Ming turned around and saw that the members of the Suzaku Team, led by Zhu Lan, were fighting fiercely with the unknown ninja. The fierce fight ended within five minutes, and the five ninjas lay dead on the spot!
Fang Ming asked Zhu Lan to load all the bodies of these people into the car and drove towards Fu Haoran's Fugui Casino.
The lights of Fortune Casino were bright, and a pickup truck rushed over. The boy guarding the gate panicked and shouted a warning.
The pickup truck turned around, and five bloody corpses rolled out of the truck and were placed directly at the entrance of the casino.
"Fu Haoran, come out and collect the corpses!" Fang Ming roared so angry that at least hundreds of people could hear him.
On the fourth floor of the casino hall, Fu Haoran stood in front of the window and witnessed this scene, his face turned livid.
This was a blatant provocation. The young man in the white shirt was so arrogant and domineering.
Fu Haoran didn't go out, and he didn't dare to go out. When the pickup truck disappeared from sight, Fu Haoran actually felt a sense of relief.
What's wrong with me? I don't think it was like this when I first came to Macau to conquer the world. It was unimaginable in the past for a young man to make himself unable to move.
I am old, am I really old?
Fu Haoran turned around and looked at his face in the mirror.
There were wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes and his skin was a little loose. Fu Haoran, who was forty years old, looked at his heart and realized that something had really been lost.
The young man who broke into Macau alone once calmly faced the enemy's guns and fought bloody battles on the streets. Those passionate years seemed to have happened yesterday----Fu Haoran looked at himself deeply and gathered bit by bit.
He used his mental strength to try to break through the psychological pressure that Fang Ming left on him. But it was too late. The domineering declaration of war by the young man who hid away completely destroyed Fu Haoran's confidence.
After calming down, Fu Haoran carefully considered the countermeasures.
This is the second time the Asano family has failed. According to the agreement, Fu Haoran will not pay any reward. As an internationally renowned killer organization, the Asano family will use its own way to regain its dignity.
No matter how powerful Fang Ming is, he is just a gangster at best. It is difficult for him to compete with the gangster organization with its profound foundation. That will be the time for his death. During this period, all Fu Haoran has to do is wait patiently----At the foot of Snow God Mountain
, in a black and white Japanese courtyard, five corpses covered with knife marks lay.
Asano was wearing a black samurai uniform, and he stretched out his hand to touch the five cold corpses.
Once again, he failed, and all five of his beloved disciples died in a foreign country. This was a shame to the Asano family.
The Asano family has always followed a tradition, which is to send out what kind of killers to deal with what kind of characters. In Asano Nobunaga's view, how powerful can a young man in his early twenties be, even if he starts practicing martial arts from his mother's womb?
go?
All five disciples were killed, not with hot weapons, but with sabers from the front. For the Asano family, which advocates martial arts, this was a real shame for the samurai.
Shame must be washed away with blood. Asano Nobunaga decided to launch another large-scale operation to restore the family's reputation!
The wind blew, and the cherry blossom leaves fell on Asano Nobunaga's shoulders. He said solemnly: "Who is it?"
There was a crack in the fence wall, and the violent sword light slashed down like the Milky Way falling from the sky!
Asano Nobunaga took a step back, drew his sword with his right hand, and a sword light met the violent sword light!
The swords collided, and the huge force caused Asano Nobunaga to take three or four steps back, and his opponent also took so many steps back!
The sword light dissipated, and a thick warrior stood opposite. His bald head looked a bit dazzling in the sun, and the whole person looked like a predatory vulture.
"Sugimoto Ishibashi!" Asano Nobunaga sneered: "If you don't practice Meito-ryu, why do you come here to me?"
Yamamoto Ishibashi's sinister gaze swept over the cold corpse, and his voice was as sharp as a vulture: "Asano Nobunaga, I heard that you met a powerful opponent?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, Yamamoto Ishibashi said with pity.
He said in a tone of voice: "It's such a pity that these living disciples have turned into withered bones. If this continues, your Asano family should be expelled from the Killer Alliance."
"Sugimoto!" Asano Nobunaga roared angrily, pointing his sword at the opponent, as if the slightest movement would cut the opponent into two pieces.
Sugimoto Ishibashi laughed dryly and said: "Asano, I'm just here to have a discussion with you. I'll leave now. You can forgive me and accept the change!"