Violators Club

Chapter 182 Hands on!

Chapter 180 Do it!
A luxury box on the sixth floor of a hotel in Keelung Bay.

After Chen Changqing hung up the phone, Zou Pengzu, who was over 50 years old, with a slightly fat body, dark skin, and gloomy eyes like jackals, had a disturbing coldness in his eyes amidst his uncertain expression.

A oppressive low air pressure spread around him.

A Bing, who was sitting next to Zou Pengzu, looked at Zou Pengzu's gloomy face at the moment.

He was somewhat drunk, and he couldn't help raising his brows:
"What's the matter, boss, why is your face so ugly?"

Taking a deep breath, Zou Pengzu, with gloomy eyes, said in a low voice with irritation and anxiety:

"Ah Lang has an accident."

A Bing next to him hadn't spoken yet, and A Cai not far away frowned, thinking about Zou Lang's behavior in the past few years, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Ah Lang, you stinky boy, won't you cause trouble again?"

Zou Pengzu has three sons and two daughters.

The eldest son is a pilot. He was not interested in the family business and moved overseas early.Because of his mother, the second son is not very interested in the business of the Jiuhuan Gang.

Forget about two daughters, their line of work is not suitable for women, because it is too easy to suffer.

Of course, it is not absolute. There is a woman with a poisonous heart in the Golden Triangle area. Although she is a daughter, she is more terrifying than many men.

But Zou Pengzu knew that his two daughters were not that material.

It's okay to let them fight a little, but they can't control such a large family business.

So after all the calculations, Zou Lang, the youngest son, was left in the end.

To be honest, Zou Lang is actually pretty good.

He is definitely not bad in the aspect of cruelty, he has the ability, and the means of attracting people are not bad. His personality and temper are similar to those of Zou Pengzu when he was young. The only problem is his domineering personality, which is easy to get into trouble.

But this is not a problem, after all, people are not arrogant to waste young people.

Besides, there were a few uncles who were present to help watch, and Zou Pengzu was not afraid that his youngest son, Zou Lang, would cause too much trouble.

But as A Cai's words fell, Zou Pengzu, who frowned tightly, picked up the wine glass, and he drank the remaining two taels of white wine in one gulp, his jackal-like eyes flashed with determination:

"It's the people from Xiangjiang. The brothers will eat first, and I'll go out for a while."

As Zou Pengzu finished speaking, A Bing's eyes tightened beside him.

He seemed to think of something, and then he slapped the table, looking like he was on top:

"Boss, something happened to Ah Lang, how can we uncles eat it?"

A Cai at the same table was also a smart person. After A Bing finished speaking, he said directly: "That's right, the damn Xiangjiang people dare to trouble us."

And looking at the group of people who were chaotic, Ah Bing took a deep breath, and looked at Zou Pengzu seriously:
"Stop talking about this, Boss, where is A Lang, I'll go with you."

Taking a deep breath, Zou Pengzu said with some hesitation in his tone:

"Together?"

A Bing nodded. Although he despised Zou Pengzu's hypocrisy, he still pretended to be angry at the moment:
"That's right, the horse rider has bullied us, so we can't let this matter go away."

Taking a deep breath, his expression was a bit tangled, but in the end Zou Pengzu nodded:
"Alright, just trouble the brothers to run with me."

In addition to Zou Pengzu, the leader of the Nine Rings Gang in Keelung Port, there are nine rings below.

Each ring represents a hall master, the small one controls several blocks, and the large one controls an area.

The reason why Ah Bing said that Zou Pengzu was hypocritical was because today's dinner was not normal.

Although everyone also gathers on weekdays, it is rare for the seven hall masters to gather together. It is like Guohua Gandhi nigga, although they are also subordinates of the Ni family, but except for festivals or big days of the club, everyone is very happy on weekdays. Get together less often.

After all, at their level, there are many things to deal with every day.

And Zou Pengzu was obviously worried about bringing everyone together during this special day.

As for his concerns?

Obviously, the appearance of the Ni family this time put a lot of pressure on Zou Pengzu.

He was worried that under pressure from the Ni family, these hall masters would secretly engage in small tricks.

After all, after so many years of development, Zou Pengzu is nominally the leader of the Jiuhuan Gang, but that doesn't mean everyone listens to him.

This is also the reason why Zou Pengzu, the old man, didn't act immediately after knowing what happened to Zou Lang, but acted in the wine bureau.

Some wise people had already seen what Zou Pengzu was thinking, and some fools followed suit.

And looking at A Cai who was filled with righteous indignation not far away, A Bing, who shook his head in his heart, couldn't help but have a little strange look in his eyes.

Keelung is not big, or Bay Island itself is such a small place, so it took less than half an hour for a group of people to drive.

And then eight cars stopped in front of Fuguihua Bar.

Walking out of the driver's seat, Zou Pengzu, who was smelling of alcohol, looked at the quiet streets around him and the blood on the ground, and his eyes became a little more anxious:
"What about people?"

The people in the other cars behind also got off, and one of the younger brothers shouted:
"Boss, there is blood on the ground."

Zou Zupeng ignored it. He saw blood on the ground as soon as he got out of the car, which made him feel bad.

Fortunately, the next moment, a sharp-eyed hall master pointed to a parking space not far away:
"Boss, Ah Lang's car is here."

Zou Pengzu waved his hand, and hurriedly walked towards the blue sports car caught in the middle. For some reason, he felt inexplicably uneasy:
"Let's go and have a look."

It's just that before Zou Pengzu approached, a younger brother who ran over first had a sudden change of expression.

He only glanced at it, and the bloody smell coming from the pavement made his stomach churn. He covered his mouth and ran towards the steps not far away without looking back:

"Yuck~"

A yellow soup mixed with wine sprayed from the throat.

Then it was like a domino, after the first person vomited, soon there was a second, and a third.

In just one or two minutes, more than half of the twenty or thirty people who followed Zou Zupeng vomited.

It's not that their psychological quality is poor, but that the scene in front of them is too disgusting and bloody.

A sea-blue sports car with bloodstains on its smooth patent leather.

In the narrow car body, severed thighs and arms can be seen, and the white skin is soaked in blood, showing a disgusting color.

In the viscous plasma on the ground, severed hands and minced meat can still be seen, and the bloody smell soaring into the sky makes people think of slaughterhouses, even more disgusting than slaughterhouses here.

You know, although the slaughterhouse kills, the ground is very clean, but here?

The most eye-catching thing was a pale head in front of the car window, with a piercing between the eyebrows, and then forcibly chopped off.

Staring ahead with empty eyes, Zou Pengzu, who is in his 50s, looked pale at the familiar face.

His lips trembled, and his eyes were fixed on the front:

"How dare he! How dare he!!!"

The next moment, in the dark alleys of Keelung Harbor, like a cuckoo crying blood, a desolate scream sounded: "My son, Ah Lang, it was Dad who killed you, son~~"

Zou Lang died, Zou Pengzu never thought that such a thing would happen.

Are the Ni family crazy?

How dare they do something to themselves, aren't they afraid of the top gangs on Bay Island? !
And not far away, inside a black Rolls Royce.

With a "click", the orange flame ignited the shredded tobacco. Looking at the red tower with only half a pack left, Chen Changqing pushed his gold-rimmed glasses as a puff of blue smoke spewed out of his nose.

Looking at the group of people not far away through the black window glass, Zou Pengzu's faint howl was heard.

Although Chen Changqing, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses at the moment, looked polite, his eyes and tone were full of indifference. With the last puff of smoke, he calmly said on the intercom:
"Go!"

(End of this chapter)