Chapter 989

Kowloon Walled City.

There is no time to clean up the mess in Luhe boxing field in the street of boxing house. Only another boxing field 500 meters away, with the word "Honghua club" in it, has caused more noise.

Under the leadership of Dawei and others, using the news that other members of the Honghua society didn't know about Chen Jialuo's death, they quickly summoned people to break through Chen Jialuo's confidants.

Overnight, the whole Kowloon Walled City was in turmoil.

The poor people living in the silos are often awakened by the cry of killing in the street at night, and then quietly close the doors and windows, numb face.

No matter what happens on the street outside, people in the whole Kowloon Walled City have long been used to it.

For a hundred years, the chaos and death of Longcheng have brought about the numbness of most people's hearts and the loss of hope in their eyes.

After a short and long night, when the sun shines on the earth the next morning, people usually get up, wash, eat two mouthfuls of steamed bread that can only fill their stomachs, walk a few kilometers, and go to work in the factories run by rich people.

On the street outside, except for some blood stains, blades, sticks and other debris accidentally dropped in some corners, everything seemed as usual, and nothing happened last night.

"Sister Yue, are we really going to the headquarters of Honghua club?"

At this time, a young man walking on the street, with a pale face, glanced around the street from time to time, and his eyes were full of fear.

If Wang Xu were here, he would recognize that the young man was Li Cheng who had met on the cruise ship.

The woman who walked half a step in front of him was Pang Fengyue.

"I heard that the Honghua society was in turmoil. Many people died in Longcheng last night. The headquarters of Honghua society has become a tiger's den now. Let's go..." Li Cheng said, shaking uncontrollably in his voice.

"Li Cheng, if you are afraid, you can go back to the boxing hall. Lu Zhangqi, the champion invited by that woman from Nanyang, may go to play at any time. I'm also worried about my father. With you looking after me, I'll be relieved. "

Pang Fengyue has firm eyes and calm voice

"But I have my reasons. Whether it's for the conflict between my father and the Miss Lu, or for the future of the West Island, I have to go."

With that, she looked up slightly and looked at the end of the street, suddenly a little dazed.

That man

Will he be willing to do it?

……

meanwhile.

On the other side, the headquarters of Honghua society.

In a hall, poor Hao was holding a bloody long knife in his hand, and his chest was constantly undulating, panting heavily.

Since he left the banquet last night, he did not know how many people he had fought with, how many times he had gathered, and how many people he had killed.

He had only a vague impression. At first, he hit people with his bare hands, then he was cut from behind and robbed of a knife.

Then, because the knife he snatched was wielded too many times, the blade was rolled and broken, so he snatched another one

Last night's chaos killed a lot of people. From the beginning, he deliberately kept his hand, to the back, he killed his eyes and asked for his life. He didn't know how he came here.

But now.

Everything, finally, can stop temporarily.

At this point, on the ground in front of him.

Three dead bodies lie there like rubbish. These are the three eldest brothers of the Honghua society who are most loyal to Chen Jialuo. They are dead now.

Last night's battle was not initiated by the poor and the rich, but by these three men.

"Poor hero, don't be stunned. As soon as huajizi and others die, the rest of the society can accept him through negotiation. We still have a lot to do! " At this time, Dawei came in from the outside, naked, with a hung up mobile phone in his hand.

"I have contacted the remaining three Tangkou bosses and invited them to come to the headquarters tonight to hold a new leader selection meeting. While these bastards still don't know the specific situation, we must finish the handover of the top management of the club as soon as possible. "

Hearing this, qionghao finally got a response. He threw away his knife and turned his head to ask:

"In such a hurry? After all, there are so many people who have just died. Will it make them suspicious to call them here in such a hurry? If they are afraid that we will hold a grand banquet, won't it lead to a new fight? "

"Ha ha, poor Hao, you're not a member of a club. I don't know that these bastards are very timid." Dawei grinned and waved

"It is because so many people died that they dare not act rashly. That is, we really have bad ideas, those bastards also know, but still dare not move.

The rules of mixed societies are unpredictable, and wealth is in the sky. That's a good thing to say, but who can believe it? It's all bullshit!

Only live, only you to fight, in order to have wealth

Then Dawei patted poor Hao on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, those old bastards are not willing to give up so easily. They won't have any problems."

After his words of comfort, poor Hao reluctantly showed a smile on his face, but his heart was more heavy.

Experiencing everything last night, he clearly understood that it was more difficult for him to change the future of Longcheng than he began to imagine.

The first thing is that, once upon a time, killing people was one of the criteria he absolutely could not cross, and he did not want to.

But now, he had to kill himself!

Only through personal experience and seeing with his own eyes, can he understand this point: "if I want to change everything around me, I must change myself first..."

Thinking of this, it seemed that Wang Xu's indifferent face appeared in front of his eyes.

"What I give you is an opportunity to change. As for the real change, you need to do it yourself."

Poor Hao looked down at his trembling right hand, which was a sequela of excessive muscle loss caused by too much sword wielding.

"A chance..."

Poor Hao murmured to himself, shaking his right hand gradually stabilized, five fingers inch by inch closed, clenched into a fist.

When he looked up again, the blank, panic, tension, doubt and other emotions on his face disappeared, and replaced by a firmness.

If you want to get something, you need to give something.

Wealth never comes from the sky.

Change will not be achieved just by thinking.

Just then.

All of a sudden, Dawei's mobile phone rings again. After listening to two sentences, Dawei looks up at poor Hao, grins and says in a loud voice:

"Poor Hao, there is a man and a woman outside. They say they are friends of Prince Wang and they want to see him. The woman's name is Pang Fengyue. I don't remember the man's name. Do you know Li what or Chen what? "

"I don't know." Poor Hao shook his head.

"Come on, I'll let my men drive them away..."

Before Dawei finished speaking, he was interrupted by qionghao: "no, few people know the identity of Prince Wang. If you come here at this time, maybe you really know him. I'll contact him first to confirm."

……

At this point.

Wang Xuzheng is sitting in front of a breakfast shop on the street of Longcheng. His boss's hand-made soybean milk, together with Shaobing, fried dough sticks and a tea egg, is delicious.

"Pang Fengyue?"

After receiving the phone call from poor Hao, Wang Xu's eyes flashed and said with a light smile, "I do know you. Don't embarrass others. Let her come to the aunt's breakfast stand on the old street of Longcheng to find me."