Ambiguous Huadu Ximenqing

On the first floor of the hotel, various celebrities stared blankly at Ximen Chao, like a mouse numb when it sees a cat. %&*"; Everyone was terrified. They were scared out of their wits. This is Ximenchao, not a gangster. Why did you come here today? Could it be to see if I am here?

As soon as the idea came out, many celebrities said goodbye to Ichiro Takemoto one by one. Damn it, let’s go to Ximenchao’s site, and spend money to buy fun, but you have to save your life to enjoy it, no matter how much money you have, you will die flower.

As these celebrities left one after another, the first floor of the hotel became much quieter.

"Wu Ben, what's the matter, why are you leaving?" Ximenchao looked at these celebrities leaving kindly, damn, is I so scary?I think back then, Lao Tzu was like a jade tree facing the wind, romantic and suave, approachable.

Ichiro Takemoto gritted his teeth secretly, and made a comparison, you are a god of plague, when you come, my passenger flow suddenly drops, fuck you, sooner or later, I will swallow your property.

Takemoto Ichiro cursed secretly, but with a smile on his face, "Brother Ximen, it all depends on you coming, your name is an elephant fart, bang bang, hahaha, brother, let's go, let's go!" Brothers drink two cups today, whoever is here, bring me my treasured vintage wine, and cook some good dishes for me."

Afterwards, Takemoto Ichiro smiled, walked in front of Ximenchao, and went straight upstairs.

The two of them were speechless all the way, and they came to the top floor of Hongyuan Hotel, outside a closed door, stood two vicious bodyguards, when they saw Takemoto Ichiro, they immediately lowered their heads, "Master, thank you!"

"It's not hard, you have suffered, hahaha" Takemoto Ichiro held his chest up, looked at Ximen Chao, raised his eyebrows, how is it? Civilized.

"This distinguished guest, do you know who it is?" Takemoto Ichiro looked at the two bodyguards and winked quietly. When the two of them saw it, they immediately shook their heads.

"This is our leading boss in Beijing, Brother Ximenchao, you don't even know each other?" Takemoto Ichiro was happy. Damn it, it was his own subordinates who started the matter, and then asked sharply: "You two have been in the world for so long, what are you doing?" What to eat? Damn it!"

"Reporting to Master, we only know you, Master, and the others have nothing to do with us"

As soon as the two spoke, Takemoto Ichiro looked back at Ximen Chao, and said embarrassedly: "Brother Ximen, don't be surprised, my brother's subordinates are all small fish and shrimps, who have never seen the world, so don't take it to heart."

Pretend, fuck your mother, you are so damn good at pretending, Takemoto Ichiro, are you fucking using your territory to scare me, are you trying to give me power?Grass, I have a lot of adults, as long as you don't leave my sight, my Qinglong Gang will expand its power today, and I will see if you can still pretend like this. i^

"What Brother Wu Ben said is wrong. Compared with my brother's men, my subordinates are nothing but a pile of mud." Ximen Chao looked around and said, "Why, just stand there like this with?"

When Takemoto Ichiro heard this, he glanced at the two bodyguards, and the two immediately opened the door. Afterwards, Takemoto Ichiro walked in first, followed by Ximen Chao.

This is a spacious conference room. Inside, there is a long table on both sides, and many chairs are placed in an orderly manner. In front of the table, on a natural emerald chair, the tiger skin cushion is particularly eye-catching.

Surrounded by all kinds of antiques and famous paintings, the most eye-catching one is a picture of a tiger descending the mountain, and the ink seems to have not dried completely.

Ximenchao glanced at the room and didn't take these things to heart, but when he saw the pen and ink painting of the tiger descending the mountain, he was surprised. This painting was obviously painted not long ago. Although it was just a simple pen and ink, the meaning in the painting was Obviously, if I'm not wrong, it should be Ichiro Takemoto's masterpiece. For comparison, treat yourself as a tiger?Grass, Takemoto Ichiro, one day you will know what a real tiger is.

"Hey, Takemoto, who painted this painting? The meaning in the painting is very meaningful."

"Brother Ximen, brother, when you have nothing to do, you can also use your pen and ink. We all pursue peace and are civilized people. No, let's draw a picture or something to express our hobbies. Don't laugh at me, brother Ximen."

"The painting is not bad, it has a taste, Brother Wu Ben, I didn't see it, you still have this skill."

"Where is it, brother, don't praise me, brother is thin-skinned."

The two walked inside while talking, and when they came to the table, Ximenchao suddenly sat on the chair.

"Not to mention, your tiger skin mat seems to be warm in winter and cool in summer, not bad." Ximen Chao touched the tiger fur on the tiger skin mat with one hand, and tapped lightly on the table with the other hand, his eyes were clear Four shots, looking at Takemoto Ichiro in front of him.

Damn, you think this is your home, this is my lair, and you, a guest, actually sat in my seat, Ximenchao, you are getting more and more pretentious.

Takemoto Ichiro stretched out his hand to grab a chair, sat down next to Ximen Chao, crossed Erlang's legs, did not speak, and closed his eyes to rest.

In silence, in the room, except for the heartbeat of the two, it was the tapping of Ximen Chao's fingers.

The two have their own ghosts, and Ximenchao's goal is to support Takemoto Ichiro, so that the brothers of the Qinglong Gang will want to kill them.Because there was no instruction from Takemoto Ichiro, the people from Heihumen did not dare to stop the actions of the Qinglong Gang.

Takemoto Ichiro didn't know Ximen Chao's ghostly thoughts, and kept wondering in his mind, why did this Ximen Chao come here?Is there any purpose?

The silence of the two did not affect the fight outside.

At this time, the five halls under the Qinglong Gang have already dispatched some elites, the chief helm of the Qinglongtang, and tens of thousands of people gathered. Next, everyone looked at each other with bloodthirsty smiles.

"Damn it, I haven't cut anyone with this knife for a long time, it's fucking rusty"

"Fuck, I'm the same, let's make a comparison, don't fuck with me when you cut someone down later"

"Brother, why don't we compete to see who can cut more tonight?"

"Damn, what are we doing? Drinking, dancing, hacking people for nothing. For so long, I haven't hacked people. Let's compare. I don't know how many dogs were hacked. Damn. Killing people is addictive."

In the hall, countless people kept talking, all of them were very excited.

In front of these people, there are three chairs, on which three people sit.

There are three people, two men and one woman. The man on the left is wearing a black suit, with big eyes and thick eyebrows. With his left hand, he is constantly playing with a ring on the middle finger of his right hand. This person is the head of the Black Moon Hall, Hei Long.

The person sitting next to Heilong is a woman, dressed in a red cheongsam, wearing a red hat, with willow leaf-curved eyebrows, a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, and a small Qiong nose.On those sexy lips, a little lipstick was applied, making people burn with desire just by looking at it.This person is the head of the Red Hall, Ye Laixiang.

The remaining one is in a white suit, with long flowing hair, a handsome face, and white gloves on each of his hands. It is the hall master of Lan Qiantang, Qian Fei!

Behind the three of them was a huge platform. In the middle of the platform, the statue of Guan Erye was placed in the center. In front of the statue, there was an incense altar smoking cigarettes. At this moment, few thick incense sticks had been burned.

After a while, the black dragon suddenly raised his head, looked at the crowd, and fell silent for a moment.

Afterwards, Ye Laixiang smiled and looked at Qian Fei beside her.

Swish, Qian Fei flicked his left hand, and the poker in his hand disappeared instantly. Then, he patted the suit on his body, looked at the crowd, and slowly stood up.

"Brothers, the young leader of our Qinglong Gang was secretly injured. Everyone must know. Today, the second master conveyed the meaning of the leader. Let me inspect the major entertainment venues in northern Beijing, and clean up the unsightly small sects by the way. , Brothers, are you looking forward to it?"

"Looking forward, Hall Master Qian, when are we going to leave?"

The crowd shouted at the tsunami, gearing up and looking at Qian Fei excitedly.

Qian Fei smiled, looked at Ye Laixiang, and said, "I'm done talking, it's your turn"

"Hehehe, hall master Qian is becoming more and more charming." Ye Laixiang smiled softly and said, "I won't say anything, brothers all know what to do and what not to do. Be more disciplined, without the instructions from above, we should adjust it a little bit, you know?"

"I know, we will definitely maintain harmony and will not clean up the areas under the jurisdiction of Heihumen. We will convince people with virtue and inspect the territory of Heihumen in a low-key manner!"

Ye Laixiang nodded in satisfaction, turned to look at Hei Long, who suddenly stood up, took out two pistols from his pocket, and said slightly: "I just want to say three words, including the current sentence and the previous sentence, Whoever kills the most is the real man!"

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