Chapter 889

The degree of economic development is not necessarily related to the quality of the population.

In particular, Hong Kong City, which is an excessively free and open city, has been suffering from the impact of various foreign cultures. The number of bad teenagers who publicize their personality and advocate violence is increasing year by year. The wandering ancient confused children have become youth idols.

A little girl with a colorful head and a nose nail smashed the can with half of the beer left in her hand at Nie le.

Chen Liang frowned slightly and caught the flying can in time.

Perhaps the port city used to be a paradise for everyone, but now it has no advantage over the inland, no matter in any way.

Looking at the quality of these young people in Hong Kong and cities, the gap between the two places may be widening in the future.

"You inland buns, locusts, garbage, poor and dirty, why do you always run to our port city? I will let you remember what happened today and never dare to come again."

The muscular man with a flat head grins grimly and has no authority.

On your own turf.

So many brothers follow.

And the big brother of the Yi'an society.

The flat meat muscular man nicknamed sanguai certainly has crazy capital.

In fact, just like the treasure island next door, these clowns who sit and watch the sky are still immersed in the glory of the last century and are not aware of the development of the times.

"Man, I really didn't mean it."

Nie le was still calm. He not only didn't let the other party converge, but also encouraged the other party's arrogance.

"Fuck, don't fool around. Who the fuck is your brother? Do you know who our sanguai brother is? He's the top five tigers of the Yi'an society! You don't deserve to lift shoes for sanguai brother."

The attendant of sanguai shouted abuse and worked hard in front of his big brother.

Brother sanguai's mouth curled an uninhibited arc, and his chin tilted higher.

Nie Le smiled without anger. He was amused by the other party's words and deeds. No one had spoken to him anywhere from small to large. Even if the dandies under the imperial city had eyes higher than the top, who was not polite when they saw him?

The ignorant are fearless.

"Laugh at your mother. Give money or drink urine. Choose quickly, or you'll be ruined."

"Which do you choose?"

Nie Le turned to Chen Liang and smiled.

"Let them pee."

Chen Liang answered and looked around at these self righteous kids. He couldn't help thinking about the negative news about Hong Kong City, and his eyes became colder.

Mainland children urinating on the roadside can always make headlines in major newspapers and be denounced, while foreigners' children do so, but Hong Kong and urban people have a collective inferiority complex and reflect: there are too few public toilets.

If you eat in the subway, foreigners will get the kind and tolerant eyes of Hong Kong and the city, while mainlanders will be besieged, abused and even beaten.

Similar situations occur from time to time.

Pile by pile, one by one, this is strong and chilling.

Worshiping foreign countries and fawning on foreign countries can even be said to be servile.

Those disdainful and disgusting eyes from all sides are really difficult for people to regard them as compatriots.

"You fucking want to die!"

Hearing Chen Liang's words, sanguai was stunned at first, and then became angry. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to start, but at this time, a convoy of cars that were too long to see came from a distance and attracted everyone's attention.

Bentley, Rolls Royce, extended Hummer, bulletproof Land Rover, Mercedes Benz and BMW are one after another, shocking and even spectacular.

More than a dozen cars in front stopped outside the stadium, and the rest couldn't squeeze any further. They had to stop close to the asphalt road leading to the stadium.

Sanguai and his attendants, who grew up in a civilian area since childhood, have seen such battles. They are all stunned and look at each other. They temporarily forget to clean up Chen Liang and Nie le.

Chen Liang and Nie Le stood quietly and calmly.

The people on the bus got off one after another, mostly burly bodyguards in black and sunglasses. Some bodyguards stayed by the car and some protected their masters and poured into the stadium.

When sanguai and a group of attendants saw the strong crowd approaching, they couldn't take care of cleaning up Chen Liang and Nie le. They were distracted and hurried back. They were timid. They were so scared that their faces turned white and trembled. They thought the other party was coming for themselves.

"Brother sanguai, what's going on?"

Some people were frightened and asked, and their tone was trembling.

"How do I know? Dog day, tell me the truth. Did one of you go out in the name of Lao Tzu to cause trouble?"

Sanguai is flustered and asks everyone.

"No, absolutely not!"

These people quickly denied that their heads shook like rattles.

Dozens of people surrounded by hundreds of bodyguards are prominent figures in the port city, including "representatives" of the four families.

Sanguai group also recognized who they were and became more and more frightened. Several gangsters subconsciously rubbed their eyes and couldn't believe what they saw was true.

"I had a blind eye to Taishan and offended Mr. Chen. Today I came to ask Mr. Chen for a pardon."

Yes, Xiang Qiang, the leader of the Yi'an society, was the leader. The godfather of Hong Kong city not only spoke amazing words, but also knelt in front of Chen Liang.

As soon as he knelt down, the backbone of the Yi'an society also knelt down. The scene was vast and mighty, comparable to the scene of worshipping the emperor in the court drama.

Other big men in Hong Kong and cities pleaded one after another.

Tang He stood on the side and looked at it. He pleaded with Qiang. Dozens of big men begged for mercy. He planned and promoted it to calm things down as soon as possible.

If it continues, it is not conducive to stability.

Xiang Qiang, who has spent his life in the scenery, is kneeling on the ground at the moment. He has mixed feelings in his heart. It's not a taste, but he doesn't dare to show any resentment.

Face and dignity are as light as a feather compared with Xiangjia's century old foundation.

The more mature the ears of wheat, the more they know how to bend down.

He didn't stand at the peak of Xiang Qiang from the beginning. He wandered in the Jianghu all his life and didn't understand the truth of enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens.

People who prefer to bend rather than bend in this industry will not live long.

The group of three turns shrank in a corner of the court, their hearts stopped beating, and they were completely disoriented. They were so scared that they were all stupid.

Xiang Qiang, the boss of Yi'an society and the underground emperor of Gangcheng, such a fierce man kneels down to the people surrounded by them just now?

Sanguai was in a cold sweat and his legs were soft. He wanted to kneel down to Chen Liang.

Nie Le didn't speak and handed over the dominant power to Chen Liang.

He is only suitable for dealing with this matter in the dark, not in the light.

"Since Mr. Xiang is so sincere, that's it."

Chen Liang's words made many people breathe a sigh of relief, but with this man, but people's were nervous again.

"Mr. Chen has something to say."

"But I have something to trouble you, sir. These people want to drink urine. You have to satisfy them. Let them drink."

Chen Liang gently pointed to sanguai and others.

Three turns stopped breathing and almost peed.