Shanghai, an international metropolis, is a combination of heaven and hell. For those with power, money, and power, this is heaven. For those who struggle all day long for three meals a day, this is hell. It is full of sin.
At the beginning of the night, this metropolis known as the city that never sleeps in the East revealed its dark side. On a main road with people coming and going, people in the distance heard the dull roar of car engines getting closer and closer. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen sports cars appeared.
passed before their eyes, causing a burst of screams and curses
An old man said: "What a sin."
Another young man said angrily: "Doing evil? They will be killed sooner or later while racing on busy streets. Money can't buy their lives back."
More than a dozen sports cars even ran the red light and were speeding along without paying any attention to the safety of pedestrians. Suddenly there was a harsh brake sound. The sports car at the front made a beautiful flick and stopped at an intersection. Two people in their twenties got out of the car.
The young man looked up at a very large billboard. One of the young men smiled lewdly and said, "Young Master Rong, this girl is so beautiful. Why don't we go to this clothing company to get this girl tomorrow and have a great time?" Young Master Rong glanced at her.
His face is sunken and pale, and he looks like his body has been hollowed out by excessive lust.
Mr. Rong said with a sinister look in his eyes: "I want to commit to this girl."
The cars behind them parked there, and two people got out of each car. They were male and female. They were neither older than twenty-four or five years old. Judging from their clothes, their arrogant eyes, and their arrogant demeanor, they must be two people.
The kind of ancestors
More than twenty people gathered around, and a woman dressed coquettishly said, "What are you looking at, Mr. Rong?"
Mr. Rong pointed at the billboard and said, "Yuan Zhen, look at whether that model is prettier than you."
Yuan Zhen looked up and curled his lips jealously and said, "Not as beautiful as me."
Mr. Rong glanced at her: "Are you jealous?"
"Would I be jealous? What kind of man do I, Yuan Zhen, want?"
"Yes! Yes! What do you think of me? Why don't we date?" a young man said with a smile.
Yuan Zhen said unkindly: "Why don't you urinate and show your own virtue?"
Mr. Rong took one last look at the model on the billboard and said, "Let's go!"
At ten o'clock the next morning, Ye Tianming and the others took out the May 4th pistols in their black pockets, checked them and put them in their arms before walking out of the hotel and coming to the downstairs of the Black Dragon Club headquarters building. They saw nearly a hundred luxury cars parked in the parking lot.
Che smiled and said: "It seems we are late."
Shen Lang said with a cold face: "Are we going in like this?"
"Snapped!"
Ye Tianming snapped his fingers: "Of course! Anyone who comes in front of us will be killed, but try not to shoot."
Qian Chuan's hands holding the black bag were sweating a little. This was the headquarters of the Black Dragon Society. For him who had been around the world since he was a child, it was like thunder and lightning.
Ye Tianming saw his nervous look and patted his shoulder: "They are just some clowns. There is no need to be so nervous. If we go well, we can leave Japan tonight and arrive in India tomorrow. We will have a pleasant time there."
"Holiday." After saying that, he walked toward the building with the unique steps of a soldier.
"Sorry, entry is not allowed here." Four big men in black suits stood in front of the door and stopped them.