The heavens begin with Hongquan

Chapter 11 "Yo! Experts!"

Sure enough, as expected, Luo Zitao and Zheng Zixuan, as soon as Hong Zhennan opened his mouth, they agreed.

Firstly, the two of them were able to work at the pier because of the favor of Hong Zhennan, and they were able to settle down, they remembered in their hearts;

Secondly, the two also have their own little thoughts.

They have practiced martial arts since they were young, and they can be regarded as successful in kung fu.

The two of them are only in their early thirties now, so naturally they don't want to go on like this for the rest of their lives, and they still have the idea of ​​fighting for wealth and honor in their hearts.

Having been in Hong Kong Island for a while, they naturally know that the fastest way to get money is to join clubs and do those heretical things.

But the two of them couldn't pass the hurdle in their hearts.

Although they don't know a few big characters, they still have a bottom line.

Those who practice martial arts are bound by their own family rules. Although they are unruly, vulgar, and reckless, they still remember the oaths they kowtowed and swore in front of their ancestors.

In one breath, be a person! !
But it is still possible to act chivalrously, eliminate harm for the people, and save yourself by the way.

"Both, thank you!"

Hong Zhennan clasped his fists seriously, keeping his gratitude to the two of them firmly in his heart.

"Brother Hong, I'm sorry." Luo Zitao clasped his fists vigorously, and replied, "I, Luo, am not a hero, but I am also someone who is used to drinking water from the Qingjiang River. I am not used to eating rice mixed with blood and sweat. "

After listening, Hong Zhennan was shocked in his heart.

Hong Zhennan still remembered that when the two of them came to join him, they were so down and out!
It is not too much to say that you are a beggar in all your clothes.

With the efforts of the two of them, if they really do some things like robbing houses, they won't be like that.

"One belt, one breath!!"

This is what the master warned them when they were apprentices.

Hong Zhennan knew at that moment that the "breath" of the two was still there.

"Besides, they are focusing on their little nephew, can I, Old Zheng, make them feel better??"

Zheng Zixuan said: "Brother Hong, tell me, what are you going to do?"

……

Bing is expensive and fast. Although Pang Kaibo's nickname [Fei Bo] gives people a feeling of vain and bloated, his efficiency is still very high.

"I've already inquired about [White Eyebrow Society]'s specific information." Pang Kaibo looked around and looked at the five of them with small eyes. "I won't talk about Chou Ying, the leader of the gang. You have all heard of his fame."

"But in fact, there is another person under him that should not be underestimated. His name is Jia Xinbin, known as "Brother Xiaodao", and he is best at a dagger."

"His knife is very good! Others say he is like a poisonous snake."

"About half a year ago, they just had a fight with another club. This "Brother Little Knife" each had a dagger, and he insisted on picking the Tesuji of more than [-] people."

Zheng Zixuan put his arms across his chest, and raised his eyebrows after hearing this: "Playing with knives? I want to see and see."

He practiced [Walking Body Baguazhang], as the old saying goes: "Baguazhang, one change of palm is single sword, double change of palm is double sword". In terms of equipment, Zheng Zixuan practiced Bagua single sword.

Now that I hear a good player with short knives, I am naturally eager to give it a try.

Pang Kaibo glanced at Zheng Zixuan, and continued to introduce: "The other thing is that there are too many people. After all, there are hundreds of people, all of whom carry sticks and knives. Ordinary people dare not mess with them."

Hong Zhennan looked disdainful: "The others are just helping the mob."

Although it is a mob, but after all, there are a large number of people, so it is still necessary to plan well.

Hong Kang suddenly thought of something: "Uncle Bo, will they have guns?"

"Are you kidding me?" Pang Kaibo's voice suddenly increased, "Not even our policemen have guns, let alone those short mules??!"

Pang Kaibo's big belly tossed and turned like cotton when he spoke.

"Really?" Hong Kang lowered his head.

Although Pang Kaibo said so, he was still a little worried.

The main reason is that too many films have been performed in the previous life, even if not all the club members in it have guns, but those bosses must have channels to get guns.

"Finally, let me say one more thing."

The Ponquebo revolver twisted in his fingers and slipped into the holster.

The expression became serious, and the person suddenly became serious.

"Under the condition that you are safe, try not to kill anyone. Those with missing arms and legs are fine, and no one will care about it. But if there is a murder case, it will be very troublesome to deal with it..."

……

Rich Bar.

The store lives up to its name.

It was very magnificent.

The four bright pillars are painted red, from top to bottom, and the paint is bright.

Intense drumbeats, noisy horse boys, sexy and sexy women and young crazy men.

Even sitting in the corner is filled with the collision of wine glasses and uncontrollable howls.

This is the location of the entrance of the [White Eyebrow Society].

Qiu Ying was holding a glass of red wine and pretending to shake it.

His gaze was fixed on the writhing body on the stage, enchanting and graceful, making people itch.

Colorful lights flickered, and these scantily clad dancers showed their enthusiasm to the fullest, hoping to win the favor of the person seated.

"Okay, okay, this twist is good! Haha..."

Qiu Ying smiled evilly, glanced at this, then at that, taking a sip from time to time.

The younger brothers standing guard on the side all stood up straight, but their eyes always glanced at the charming scenery on the stage from time to time, and they only felt thirsty in their throats.

On the sofa behind Qiu Ying, leaning against a young man in white clothes, holding a dagger, under the light of the lamp, it shone with a formidable light.

I don't know if it's the cold light from the dagger itself, or the cold light from the eyes of the young man in white.

"Crack crackle crackle!"

There was a sudden cracking sound downstairs.

It was accompanied by the screams of some people.

Qiu Ying's eyes suddenly changed, and he turned around in displeasure.

The sensitive little brother immediately said: "Brother, I'll take a few people down to see what happened?"

Qiu Ying said: "Xiao Dao, take a few people with you! See who is causing trouble?"

The young man in white was taciturn. Hearing the words, he just turned over and stepped over the coffee table. The dagger in his hand kept turning, like a beautiful but dangerous flower.

"Brother Little Knife!"

"Brother Little Knife!"

Seeing the young man in white, a younger brother greeted him in awe.

The young man in white ignored him and just strode down.

Those younger brothers hurriedly followed.

"I can see Brother Xiaodao show his power again!! Haha!"

"That's right. I don't know who is so short-sighted and dares to offend our [White Eyebrow Club]? I really don't know how big the sky is!!"

to the first floor.

The battle in the arena was astonishing.

Dozens of people were lying crookedly on the ground, all wailing there, some clutching their stomachs, some hugging their arms, and some simply passed out...

And there were only four people standing in the field, three men and one woman.

The young man in white knew it.

There was a fighting spirit in his eyes: "Yo! Master!!"

……

(End of this chapter)