At the beginning, I want to quit the arena

Chapter 11 I just want to protect myself
After Ma Zichen left, Sheng Jiale did not go home to wake up his mother and those women, but took Hua Jiu and Dabao to the familiar clock hotel to take a shower and rest.

"Brother Le, why don't you forget it? At worst, the two of us will go to the mainland with you, and the business will be handed over to the club?" Dabao sat in the cramped lobby of the hotel, and Huajiu and Huajiu each held a handle of a red and white computer, His eyes were focused on the TV, and he was playing the most popular two-player shooting game "Contra" in Xiangjiang this year without a tacit understanding.

Seeing Sheng Jiale coming out wiping his hair with a towel, Dabao looked at Sheng Jiale, hesitated and asked.

Just because he looked at Sheng Jiale for two seconds, the character he controlled was killed by the monster, and at the same time, Hua Jiu, who was the main boss of the boss, was unable to support himself and was brought down by a miscellaneous soldier who shot a black gun from behind.

"Damn it! Brother Le just do what he says! Come again! I ask you to concentrate!" Hua Jiu gave Dabao a dissatisfied look, urging him to concentrate on playing games.

Sheng Jiale leaned on the sofa opposite the two, and looked at Dabao and Hua Jiu with a smile: "I will retire, and you will accompany me to retire, so I am really dead. I will leave my business to you before I can retire." After I develop, I can take you out, if I can't develop, then you are also my way out."

"Grandfathers from the society are not so disrespectful, don't they care about face?" Dabao asked before firing a gun.

Sheng Jiale snorted: "Believe in the loyalty of the society, I might as well believe in the loyalty of my subordinates, at least Coco knows that there are many people on the other side, afraid that I will be bullied, so she asked to stay with me. I just came to Bo On Lan Street, the four most profitable men under his command were snatched away by the grooms under Lao Mo's men. Would the society and my boss be willing to stand out? Isn't it the three of us trying to bring the horses back by ourselves? Believe in the society, why are you so naive? Don't join the underworld, join the Boy Scouts?"

Dabao is different from Huajiu. Huajiu has no brains and is more loyal than Dabao. Dabao is somewhat similar to Sheng Jiale. Basically, it can be counted as your own substitute.

Hearing Sheng Jiale teasing him for his innocence, Dabao fixed his eyes on the TV screen, manipulated the character and said, "It doesn't count? It's just that you are not as brave as Brother Le, you are brave enough to be a traitor in the world, Dabao Whether it’s my brother or grandpa, whoever has the guts to try to get your idea, dare to find a way to deal with them.”

"Wow, do you dare to call Brother Le a traitor?" Hearing Dabao's words, Hua Jiu said with a silly smile, "Brother Le, do you want me to blow his head off! If you say a word, I will raise my head to see you right away!"

"Think about it, I quit the arena, and you are with me. What would it be like to hand over the business to the club?" Sheng Jiale threw away the towel, stretched his body, and lay on the sofa with his hands behind his head: "Even if our three brothers haven't offended the big boss in Yau Tsim Mong these years, we have also had trouble with many bad boys. Do you think that if you say that you have washed your hands and quit the arena, the other party will not make trouble? Then if they What should we do to make trouble? Will the society stand up for the three of us? Of course it is impossible, so only one person can get away first. What about the crab king, a countryman in Saigon? First, two groups of gunmen stand for me, enough for me, a forty-nine-year-old horseman, to retreat. No one dares to point fingers. Second, after I quit, the business will be handed over to you, gods, She Ziming, those grooms who want to replace me, want to take advantage of my retirement and get ideas from your women, and you have to think about the consequences, and let them understand that it’s not because I, Damo, can’t get along in Bolan Street, that’s why I quit the arena , Enough courage and thought, I can use two squads of gunmen to send King Crab out of the rivers and lakes, just as I can make them disappear in Yau Tsim Mong."

"Understood, Brother Le, then do as you say." Dabao nodded and said.

After the two finished playing the game, the three went back to their rooms to rest, and then got up at eight o'clock and had breakfast together. Dabao went back to the residence to arrange how the women would start work today, and Sheng Jiale took Hua Jiu to St. Teresa's Hospital See Liangpan, because Dabao called the ambulance last night, and Sheng Jiale knew that they were sent here.

Leaving Huajiu in the parking lot, Sheng Jiale held a bouquet of flowers and walked towards the hospital with a fruit basket. Before he entered the hospital gate, he was surrounded by a few rotten boys, one of whom had fierce eyes Looking carefully at Sheng Jiale: "Da Mo, what are you doing here? I want to find out if Liang Pan lives here, and bring someone to make up for it?"

Seeing that this guy looked familiar, Sheng Jiale thought for a while, it should be an unknown little character under Tiger in Xiaozidui, the number gang, there was such a big news last night, Liangpan is Tiger's good brother, and now he is lying in the hospital It's normal for Tiger to ask some of his subordinates to come to the hospital to help take care of him.

"Brother, if I really came to make up the knife, wouldn't you tell me the answer if you appeared here?" Sheng Jiale said with a smile: "I'm here to detect the flaw."

"You are Lao Rong! Flaw detection? The whole Yau Tsim Mong now knows that you, Lao Rong, have ruined Uncle Saliva's scene!" The head of the bad boy was full of displeasure, and approached Sheng Jiale a few steps, wishing to drool All sprayed on Sheng Jiale's face.

Sheng Jiale wiped his face with his hands, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He actually hated dealing with these unqualified young and Dangerous boys, because these people always speak in a way that can make the other party angry Max, ready to fight The virtue of fighting.

Seeing the other party poking there and chatting with him, Sheng Jiale handed over the bouquet and fruit basket to one hand, poked the other party's chest with his right index finger, stared at the other party, and said word by word: "You might as well go now Let someone ask Liang Pan, do you want to see me first? Are you talking about this hospital now? It turns out that you are from St. Teresa’s fit, and I have admired you for a long time. Become a Vietnamese boy and a big circle boy to talk to you again! Ah!"

The boy who was pointed at his chest by Sheng Jiale was a bit hesitant. Fortunately, a younger brother hurried over at this time, and whispered to the boy: "Brother Pretty Pan, tell Damo to go in and see him."

Only then did the bad boy step aside, but stared fiercely at Sheng Jiale, Sheng Jiale took a few steps forward, and then walked back in front of him: "Zhongyou, your big brother Tiger can call me Damo, yes?" His branch is loud enough in the Jianghu, but it doesn’t mean that you, a small character who fights two-on-six, can also do it, next time remember to call Big Moga, or you will be shot and die while walking on the street.”

Sheng Jiale didn't walk towards the hospital until Lanzi lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him.

After entering the ward, Sheng Jiale discovered that besides Liang Pan leaning on the hospital bed, Lao Dong's saliva was sitting on the accompanying chair beside him. He was not familiar with saliva, and he had only seen it twice. Bian Sheng Jiale seldom comes here, and most of the activities are held on Po Lan Street in Mong Kok.

"Beautiful Brother Pan, Uncle Saliva." Sheng Jiale put the bouquet and fruit basket on the bedside table, then greeted the two with a wry smile.

She didn't open her mouth, just smiled and nodded, silently observing Sheng Jiale, while Liang Pan stared at Sheng Jiale: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to make up the knife? Brother Tiger's younger brother said it." Sheng Jiale held the guardrail at the end of the hospital bed with both hands, looked at Liang Pan, and smiled helplessly: "I came here to ask you to call Uncle Saliva , to settle this conflict."

Before Liang Pan recovered his senses, the drooling eyes beside him lit up, and he asked with a half-smile.

"It's settled, are you qualified? Pretty boy?"

Sheng Jiale looked at the saliva: "The uncles that Lao Rong smashed last night were taken into custody by the police for 48 hours, and the remaining few uncles are not interested in this kind of thing. Let's strike while the iron is hot and force these interested uncles to come and talk. , as the saying goes, a cow does not drink water and presses its head forcibly, just like me, since it has entered the prefix when it comes out, is there any choice?"

"Liang Pan is right, young man, you really know how to behave." Her saliva and eyes were full of appreciation.

Sheng Jiale shrugged: "I'm just protecting myself."

(End of this chapter)