Invincible playboy

Chapter 217 Kill the chicken to warn the monkey

Zhao Fanchen didn't speak, and listened to Lord Xiong talking slowly in a reminiscing tone, but people like Lord Xiong never hurt the spring and autumn. After talking for a while, Lord Xiong He withdrew that reminiscing look. A person like him has experienced life and death, and is used to the so-called big winds and waves, so it is difficult for him to be moved by anything.

After taking a sip of the red wine, lighting the cigar and taking a puff, Lord Xiong's eyes became extremely deep again, and he looked at Zhao Fanchen and said, "How is it?"

To be honest, Zhao Fanchen didn't know whether Master Xiong was asking about today's transaction, or about Master Xiong's skills in the ring just now. The master said: "Master Xiong, our transaction was discovered by the police today. There were policemen among us, and three Burmese people died during the transaction?"

"Hmph! How could this old fox, Will, trust us so much! He is an old fox, he has been entrenched in Chinatown for many years, only he can maintain the affirmation here, even though everyone knows he is a jerk, he has a lot of eyeliner, The only reason why I haven't picked out these eyeliners is because there are some eyeliners, and Will's old fox can be completely relieved, Xiaofan, I will have a meeting tomorrow, but I want you to kill this person at the meeting , this man is very skilled, he is a leader in our organization, but he seems to be getting close to the Burmese, Vietnamese, and people from the Nok family recently, he may think that I am too old and confused Well, it's time to kill the chicken and show it to the monkeys, or they will really think I'm old." Master Xiong flipped through a photo on the table.

That photo showed a bald man with a sinister face, a gold chain hanging around his neck, and a skull tattooed on his chest. Zhao Fanchen burned the photo after reading it. Lord Xiong wanted him to kill that bald man in the ring in public tomorrow. He had no choice for this Zhao Fanchen now. Lord Xiong stood up with a gentle smile, and patted Zhao Fanchen on the shoulder vigorously, perhaps because he had been punching for a long time Because of this, his legs and feet are not flexible.

Ever since he came to America's Chinatown, Zhao Fanchen knew that Lord Xiong trained him as a gold-medal thug. Even though he is now his own, he is still just a thug. Master Xiong didn't mention today's transaction again, because such The transaction is just a small transaction that can't be any smaller. Lord Xiong usually doesn't care about it at all. Generally, Haizi was responsible for these matters before, but now Zhao Fanchen is in charge.

Taking off his shirt, Zhao Fanchen jumped onto the ring to compete with the strong man who was training with Xiongye just now. This guy was very aggrieved when he was training with Xiongye. He couldn't shoot too lightly or too hard, so he He had been holding back his anger for a long time, but Zhao Fanchen seemed to be very angry too. He had seen Zhao Fanchen's explosive power that could almost cripple Haizi with one punch without warming up two months ago, so he really wanted to fight with Zhao Fanchen. Let's fight against each other and give it a try.

That guy came up with a full set of heavy hands, Zhao Fanchen showed his dark and thin body with bare hands, and every punch he swung was full of strength. With a gust of wind rushing towards him, the man stretched his arms up to protect his chest. With a bang, the two of them collided. He was on the cable of the boxing ring, but before he could recover, Zhao Fanchen had already bullied him, and then for the first time in his life, this guy felt what it means to be dense fists like raindrops, those that burst out in a short distance The powerful fists that came rushing over were extremely violent. In the end, this guy couldn't stand the beating anymore, and begged for mercy: "I won't fight anymore, stop now..."

However, Zhao Fanchen didn't intend to stop. He kicked him out with a punch, then picked up the shirt on the cable, turned and left.

"Damn it! It hurts me to death. Is this family crazy? Oops! My bones are about to be shattered by him?" Lao Gao with red and swollen fists, he was the one who hit sandbags and practiced wooden dummy stakes before, his fists were never swollen, but now they are so red and swollen, hitting Zhao Fanchen like he was hit It hurts like a stone.

After leaving the underground boxing room, Zhao Fanchen took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, said hello to several hot-faced car washers in the workshop, and walked towards the cafeteria. Haven't eaten yet.

The master chef in the canteen specially opened a small stove for Zhao Fanchen, cooked three dishes, and two bottles of Erguotou. It is really not easy to drink Erguotou here!A bowl of stewed meat, a tomato egg, and a cold beef dish wiped out all the food on the table. When Zhao Fanchen returned to the small room, he saw a lot of money, wine and meat on the table. The guys who followed Zhao Fanchen to trade today were sitting in front of the table and bragging. As soon as they saw Zhao Fanchen coming in, they all stood up and shouted: "Brother Xiaofan, the imperial descendant of God of War!"

Robin said that the money was sent by Master Xiong. These guys were very excited. This was the first time they went out to work. Before, they could receive a salary from the foreman of the factory every month, but they were far from going out to do work. Things earn more.

Zhao Fanchen smiled, and asked Robin to distribute the money on the table to everyone who traded on the pier today. He didn't ask for any money himself, because it was useless for him to ask for money here.

I drank with this group of strong young men until after one o'clock before leaving. After a day of tossing around, Zhao Fanchen fell into a deep sleep. Very early in the morning, Lord Xiong sent someone to call Zhao Fanchen. Go to the big dining hall to eat.

Lord Xiong seldom comes to the cafeteria to eat, only once in a while. He and Robin come to the cafeteria together. It is a big cafeteria like a state-owned enterprise in the 90s. Many people line up, holding foreign porcelain jars in their hands. Ready to cook.

As soon as he came in, Lord Xiong stretched out his hand to invite Zhao Fanchen to sit at their table. Except for Zhao Fanchen, a young guy, the rest of the table were old guys in their 50s.

At the dining table, these people hardly spoke when they ate, and they all devoured them voraciously, as if they were fighting to destroy the enemy, and soon all the food and vegetables on the table were wiped out.

"Xiaofan is a good young man. He can fight and fight hard. He will be a good seedling in the future. Our old guys can be considered as successors. You are now one of us, and you don't have taboos when you say some things. I think we used to What a majesty, what a brilliance, but people always have to change with the times. If they can't keep up with the changes of the times, they will eventually lag behind others. Our organization should inject some energetic young people to entrust them with important tasks. People from the previous generation I'm old and can't fight anymore. We need enough fresh blood to maintain the prosperity of our organization. This is the hard work of a generation! I don't want to see this once glorious organization when I close my eyes It was buried in our hands, the blood-boiling years are really memorable! Lord Xiong, I don’t want to see the Jiangshang that our previous generation worked so hard to end in such a gloomy way.” The person who said this was a line on the bridge of his nose. An old man with a scar, Zhao Fanchen knew this National People's Congress, everyone called him Uncle Quan.

At this time, the atmosphere on the table was obviously a little tense. When Uncle Quan said these words, his expression was obviously agitated, and he was looking at Lord Xiong all the time, while Lord Xiong stopped eating and slowly lifted his At the beginning, he glanced at Uncle Quan: "Lao Liu, don't meddle in the affairs of the gang, I will take care of it. We need young people like Xiaofan, but they are still too young and need to be tempered."

In this organization in Chinatown, no one dared to object to Master Xiong’s decision. Even these desperate old people who followed him through life and death were unwilling to bring up some sensitive topics easily, because everyone knows that Master Xiong is very serious about power. His control desire is extremely strong, and he can't tolerate other people's gossip. Uncle Quan smiled bitterly, and then said to himself: "Look at how many of our brothers from back then are left now. , We are the only ones who are disabled, and those who can move. I know that you are in charge of the organization now. It is not easy for us old men to survive today, so you should let the young people do some things! you??"

Uncle Quan wanted to open his mouth to say something, but an old man next to him saw that Master Xiong's eyes had narrowed, so he lightly touched Uncle Quan's arm, stood up slowly, and changed the topic, "Old man Six, didn't we make an appointment to go fishing today? The weather is good today, haven't you already finished your meal? Let's go, go out for activities..." He said this, and then the old men present They all stood up slowly one after another, and left slowly with Uncle Quan and the others.

At this time, Zhao Fanchen was not good at interjecting, just looking at those waists bent a little, the old man who had worked hard all his life slowly left the cafeteria, Master Xiong's face didn't change much, he just looked at it lightly Glancing at the departing old people, he stood up, touched Zhao Fanchen's shoulder and said with a smile: "Xiaofan, let's go, today is up to you, if you don't do it for a long time, some people will always forget Something important, it's time for them to remember."

Followed Lord Xiong to the boxing ring in the basement, there was a big table, several people were already sitting there, one of them was bald, when Lord Xiong and Zhao Fanchen came in, he gave a strange smile and expressed There was actually a coquettish woman with heavy make-up in his arms, Ba deliberately raised his voice and shouted: "Damn! How long have I been waiting here, when you get old, go to the seaside to raise fish as soon as possible!"

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