C41

The big Hong Kong nightclub was once the trash's headquarters. This was where Guan Zhiyong had assassinated the trash.

At this time, there were only around 200 people in the big Hong Kong nightclub, and most of them were under the command of farmers. Because Sang Biao's men had received the news that their businesses were being attacked, they were all sent out, and since it was done beautifully by Xu Qiang, they immediately went to the next one and did not even send their subordinates to guard it. It was not that Xu Qiang did not want to, it was just that there were too few of them, and other than the people Tang Feng and Guan Zhiyong had brought along, there were less than 80 people.

However, they did not care at the moment. As long as they could do good tonight … … Tomorrow, the territories would be theirs, so there was no need to rush, but Sang Biao's men were completely restrained. They could not split their forces up between the different businesses, just in case Xu Qiang and the others came, but after dispersing, they would only have around thirty people each.

After Tang Feng and Guan Zhiyong walked into Great Hong Kong, without waiting for anyone to come forward and ask, he arrogantly said: "Call Sang Biao out."

"Who are you?" An ugly middle-aged man said.

This man was a farmer, but Tang Feng and Guan Zhiyong did not know each other. They only felt that this man was ugly, really ugly, and Guan Zhiyong creased his eyebrows and said coldly: "Huaxing Society, bayonet, he is my boss, the god of death."

The farmer was surprised for a moment, but then he clapped and said, "Good, good, haha, a master of art is really bold, even you two dare to come here?"

Tang Feng coldly snorted: "As long as we want to leave, this little person will not be able to stop us."

The farmer smiled as he took out a pistol from his pocket and said, "What about this? Even if you guys are more powerful, you won't be able to stop a bullet, right? " As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of his lackeys surrounding him actually took out their spears and pointed them at Tang Feng and Guan Zhiyong, and there were even two of them who rushed over.

Tang Feng's expression changed, "I couldn't tell, you guys still have these things."

"Nonsense, I already know what my peasant brothers do. If I didn't have some capital, would I have been able to live in Chang An for so long?" The middle-aged man said proudly. What he said was the truth. If it weren't for these guns, he would have been killed several times already. Thinking about how a boss who only knew how to steal things and didn't even know how to take a knife would be a problem even after staying in Chang An for so long. It was just that Tang Feng and the others had overlooked this person.

At this time, a burly man walked out from the inside. This man was Sang Biao. The big boss had already seen through your plan to save Zhao from the encirclement, but don't you know why we did not stop Ghost Face and the others when they wanted to leave? Not only because I have these firearms, but more importantly, it will help me save some money. Hahaha, even if I give ten million to the big boss, I can still save 5 million.

Just as he finished speaking, Sang Biao's phone rang. With a frown, he picked it up and said: "What is it?"

"What?" Tell those bosses that they don't need to pay this month's protection fee, so they can stay put for now, I'll be there right away. " After hanging up the phone, Sang Biao glared fiercely at Tang Feng, and turned to the farmer, "Boss Nong, I will leave the things here to you, the God of Fortune is not willing to let go. I have to take care of the little dogs and cats."

As it turns out, the bosses who normally paid protection fees to Sang Biao were unwilling to let go of this matter, not to mention the fact that they delayed the business, even the tables and chairs that were smashed by Xu Qiang also required money. Therefore, they sent a representative to find Sang Biao's subordinates and told him to inform him that if Sang Biao could not guarantee that their business would not be affected, the bosses would have to consider looking for another source of protection.

The farmer nodded and said, "Go on." He then turned around and said to his trusted aide, "A'Hai, take all your brothers and go with Pei-ge."

In an instant, only Tang Feng, Guan Zhiyong, the farmer and his 10 or so lackeys remained in Hong Kong.

"Hehe, Brother Death, right? If you cooperate a little, you can stay here and let my brothers drink with you. When Sang Biao returns, I'll get the money. The farmer put away the gun in his hand and said with a smile.

Tang Feng looked at Guan Zhiyong, and upon seeing him nod his head, he said: "Since Boss Nong has already said that, I'm afraid that even if I don't want to, I have no choice." As he said that, he walked to the front of the counter and sat down, with Guan Zhiyong following closely behind. When Tang Feng sat down, he unknowingly took out a dagger and threw it at the farmer.

Without waiting for the farmer's underlings to react, Tang Feng had kicked the closest underling down. That underling would have thought that the two would be so bold, and even dare to make a move under his own watch, and got kicked by Tang Feng, causing the underling's hand to slip and fly away.

Tang Feng took the opportunity to catch the spear, and aimed it at the farmer's head before he fired.

"Tell them to put down their guns." Tang Feng said indifferently.

The sweat on his forehead dripped as if he had just finished a bath, and it was unknown if it was because he was in pain or because he was scared, but after hearing Tang Feng's words, he immediately grinned and shouted to his subordinates: "Motherf * cker, didn't you guys hear Brother Death's words? "They're all f * cking shooting for laozi."

Seeing that everyone was obediently putting down their guns, Guan Zhiyong walked forward and kicked them to the side, then started punching and kicking them towards those hoodlums. He scolded continuously in his mouth: "Damn, this daddy has never pointed his spear at anyone else, and you guys still dare to scare me with your guns?

After a few minutes, none of the ten over people were able to stand up again. Tang Feng slightly rushed to the counter and said to the farmer: "I say, Boss Nong, how do you think we should settle this?"

"Die, Brother Death God. Tell me, you can solve this problem as you wish. However, please spare my pathetic life." The farmer said with a trembling voice and a pale face.

Tang Feng acted as if he was talking to himself: "I heard that being a thief can earn a lot of money, let me guess how much Boss Nong's life is worth?" Extortion, it was naked extortion. Ever since he had extorted Tian Kui for the first time, Tang Feng had always liked this feeling. In any case, the money these people had was not clean, so he didn't want it for nothing.

"Die, Brother Death God! I-I'll give you money! H-how much do you want?" When the farmer heard Tang Feng was just asking for money, he calmed down a lot. At this time, not to mention money, even if he wanted his wife and daughters, he would obediently send them over.

"Bang!" Guan Zhiyong kicked the farmer's wound and coldly said: "Do you need someone else to set a price for how much your life is worth?"

With the wound kicked, the farmer howled miserably as he held onto his injured shoulder, his lips quivering as he said, "I-10 million! I'm willing to pay 10 million! Please! Please, please let me go!"

Tang Feng nodded, and took out his phone from the farmer's pocket: "Then I'll have to trouble you to get someone to send me the money. Remember, I only want the cash."

The farmer used his trembling hands to dial the home number. The person who answered the phone was A-Chao, his trusted aide who had stayed home to protect his wife and children. "A-Chao, you, bring 10 million cash right away. Come to Hong Kong in the southern suburbs."

"Not that much cash? "F * ck, laozi doesn't care. You can lend it to me or steal it from me. If you don't come back in an hour, laozi will skin you alive." Then, he hung up the phone and said to Tang Feng: "Die, Brother Death, home, we don't have that much cash left, please wait. I, I told them to think of a way to go and gather it, it'll be delivered in an hour, in an hour."

Tang Feng smiled and said to Guan Zhiyong: "Bayonet, go and bandage Brother Nong's wound. Don't let anything else happen to him if you bleed too much. I've said that I won't kill him."

Guan Zhiyong nodded and walked to the side of Boss Nong, then casually tore a piece of rag from one of his lackeys' clothes and bandaged him up.

Tang Feng looked around at the frightened hooligan, his heart feeling a little unwilling, these people were all just some hooligan, at most they were just people fighting in secret, there were no serious crimes, but his heart softened as he said: "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you guys, it's not your fault that I'm a hoodlum, there are some people who are destined to only be hooligan once they are born, and you guys are at fault not being good bosses. "When I get the money, I will naturally let you guys go. I hope that you guys can become hooligans in the future that others think highly of and bully ordinary people. You don't have any abilities."

Just as Tang Feng and Guan Zhiyong were leisurely drinking their wine and waiting for someone to give them the money, something big happened outside.

First of all, it was Lin Feng's group who was out of luck, and it had to be said that this brat had really gone too far. He had brought 20 or so of his brothers to a bar that was protected by Sang Biao and met his younger brother Ma Zi, and after calling Sang Biao, he brought over 10 of his subordinates to look for Xu Qiang and the rest. Forget about the losses that Xu Qiang and the rest had brought to them, they had even caused him to get scolded by their boss, so how could he still talk properly after seeing Lin Feng and the rest?

From afar, the pockmarked man drew his machete and shouted to his brothers behind him, "F * ck, those brats are in front, the brothers charged and did it. The boss said that whoever kills the most will get the money."

Upon mentioning the word "money", the lackeys behind Ma Zi rushed towards Lin Feng and the others as if they had been injected with stimulants.

When Lin Feng and the others saw that the other party was twice as powerful as them, what were they waiting for? Run.

"Brothers, retreat." After a loud shout, Lin Feng let the brothers run first, while he followed behind them. As he ran, he looked back, but Lin Feng was not afraid at all. The moment he walked on this road, he knew that one of his feet was in prison, while the other one was in the mortuary.

"Brother Feng, it's bad, there's someone up ahead." A lackey turned around and shouted.

Lin Feng looked ahead and sure enough, there was a group of people a hundred meters ahead of him. The machete in his hand gleamed coldly under the street lights and the neon lights of the surrounding shops.

"All in a circle." Lin Feng decisively gave the order.