Violators Club

Chapter 190 Give me an idea
Chapter 188 Give me an idea

Bay Island at night is brightly lit and looks similar to Xiangjiang.

But upon closer inspection, it always felt like something was missing.

Chen Changqing in the car observed for a long time, and finally found that the biggest difference between Xiangjiang and Wandao is the food stalls, from the early 90s to the first decade of the 21st century.

The food stalls in Xiangjiang are particularly dense, and uncles and uncles who set up stalls can be seen on many streets at night.

Later, for some unknown reason, the food stalls gradually disappeared.

Although it looks cleaner, it always feels a little less human-like, and the sense of familiarity is gone.

And next to Chen Changqing, in a magnificent high-end restaurant, Luo Wenshan, the leader of the Yidao League, frowned and looked at the teacup in front of him, his brows flickered with irritability.

Next to him is Lin Guansheng who came with him this time.

There are many ruthless people in the Yidao League, but in terms of high emotional intelligence, the Lin Guansheng in front of him is definitely one of the best talents. In addition, he is related to what happened yesterday, so Luo Wenshan brought him to this dinner.

Lin Guansheng, who looked at the dignified expression of his boss and was equally worried, picked up the teapot and ordered a drop of tea for Luo Wenshan:
"Boss, have some tea."

"Thank you." Luo Wenshan nodded.

It can be seen that the leader of the Yidao League has many things on his mind, and his brows have been furrowed since he entered the door.

Feeling the solemnity of the atmosphere, Lin Guansheng couldn't help but feel a little more worried, and he asked tentatively:

"Boss, Lao Xia really...?"

Lin Guansheng didn't say anything later, because the two sides were drinking tea together two days ago, and he clearly remembered that the other party shouted excitedly to kill Chen Changqing and win the Keelung Port.

But this morning, he heard that Xia Zhiren was dead and had been taken to the crematorium.

Facing Lin Guansheng's question, Luo Wenshan raised his head and glanced at the other party, and Luo Wenshan sighed.

Didn't explain anything, just said two words heavily:

"gone."

Lin Guansheng nodded, his slightly dim eyes were full of complexity and emotion.

Yidaomeng is not a Yidaomeng of one person. Luo Wenshan held a meeting before and convened everyone because he knew that a piece of cake as big as Keelung Port could not be eaten by Luo Wenshan alone.

Compared with the Ni family, which is a family-linked force, the Yidao League is more like an alliance, somewhat similar to the Five Sacred Sword Sect.

Luo Wenshan is not Zuo Lengchan, and even Zuo Lengchan can't say a word.

For the sake of harmony within the gang, and also to allow everyone to resist the other two top gangs on Bay Island, before taking action against Chen Changqing, everyone had already thought about how to carve up Keelung Port.

Cakes are naturally delicious when eaten together.

But correspondingly, you are there when eating the cake to share the benefits, and you are also indispensable when taking risks.

Yidaomeng fell this time, and it was a big fall.

They thought that in this operation, the most dangerous ones would be Zhuhai and Silian, the other two gangs of Wandao, but they didn't expect that Chen Changqing from the Ni family, whom no one cared about at the beginning, was the real ruthless person.

In the pineapple garden incident, Xia Zhiren led more than 100 men.

In the end, only a few people escaped back, and Xia Zhiren, the leader, died on the spot.

From yesterday to today, the crematorium in Taichung has been running continuously for 24 hours. It is said that the iron frames inside the crematorium have been burnt.

As for Mr. Chen from the Ni family who was able to withstand bullets without any damage, Lin Guansheng, who had worried eyes, couldn't help sighing irritably: "This matter is troublesome. If I had known this before, it would be better..."

Luo Wenshan glanced at Lin Guansheng, although he didn't speak, his mouth was also very bitter.

Bay Island is different from Xiangjiang. Although it is a defeated general, it still has a certain armed force after all.

Although the gangs in Wandao are stronger than Xiangjiang, this is because the population base of Wandao exceeds Xiangjiang, coupled with the serious corruption problem, many high-level officials choose to turn a blind eye.

In terms of strength, in fact, Bay Island has more people than Xiangjiang.

Firearms are different from cold weapons. Since the development of this kind of weapon, it represents that human beings have entered a new level.

When the ancients described a person as strong, they used the term to tear tigers and leopards apart.

The first of Hercules' twelve impossible tasks was to kill the Nemean lion.

But since having guns, even a slender woman can kill a top beast like a liger with a gun.

Guns represent death and strength, power and dominance!

This has become an unshakable iron law in the hundreds of years of entering the industrial society.

But as Chen Changqing's resistance to bullets was confirmed, Luo Wenshan realized for the first time that the weapon in his hands that could give him a sense of security and power was not as powerful as he imagined.

And just when Luo Wenshan was about to say something, the door of the room was pushed open.

Long Shuwen, who was over 1.9 meters tall and wearing a pair of old floral cloth shoes, pushed the door and walked in. Behind him was also wearing a white suit. He was a head shorter than Long Shuwen, but because he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looked The gentle Chen Changqing.

One of the two looks extraordinary, and the other looks elegant and easy-going.

From the outside only,
No one can tell that one is an undefeated black boxing champion for more than ten years, and the other killed hundreds of people yesterday.

But before Chen Changqing could speak, Lin Guansheng stood up with a smile on his face: "Mr. Long, this should be Mr. Chen, right? I wanted to meet each other before, but I never had the chance."

Chen Changqing smiled, he sat on the chair, and Lin Guansheng next to him quickly poured him a cup of tea.

With a raised brow, Chen Changqing chuckled a little more at the corner of his mouth, expressing pointedly:

"You're welcome, don't you have a chance today?"

The smile on Lin Guansheng's face was a little stiff, but he recovered after a while, and then he changed the topic with a joking tone with a dry smile: "Mr. Chen was joking, I have already ordered the dishes, but I don't know if it suits Mr. Chen's appetite."

Lin Guansheng just casually said that he didn't have a chance before, but Chen Changqing said that if he didn't "just" have a chance today.

This "just" is used very well, the subtext means that this is not the first time.

And when was the last chance to meet?
Luo Wenshan next to him couldn't help but froze, because Chen Changqing's words reminded him of the fact that he had sent someone to Fourth Master Wen to inquire about Chen Changqing's situation.

At that time, he could actually have a talk with Chen Changqing, but in the end he couldn't stand the huge temptation of Keelung Bay, and just when he was about to say something to remedy it.

Chen Changqing shook his head, he took a sip of tea:

"There's no need for food, Uncle Wen made dumplings for me."

Lin Guansheng's face froze, hesitantly looked at Luo Wenshan not far away, with a questioning look in his eyes:

"Forehead……"

There was a change in his eyes, and Luo Wenshan couldn't help but frown slightly.

But the phrase "Uncle Wen" from Chen Changqing's mouth was too stressful, after a short period of thinking?
Luo Wenshan took a deep breath, with some tentativeness in his tone:

"Mr. Chen speaks frankly, so I won't write any more. I don't know what Mr. Chen thinks about what happened yesterday?"

Looking at Luo Wenshan in front of him, Chen Changqing elegantly put down the teacup in his hand.

Next to him was Long Shuwen, who was sitting upright. He looked as usual, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he looked at the two people not far away.

Pushing the gold-rimmed glasses, Chen Changqing asked in a refined tone:
"I'm still young and inexperienced. I wonder if the two of you can give me some advice?"

(End of this chapter)