I am in the reincarnation of the heavens

Chapter 7 Gui Lirong, Nanshan Tiger

By the window on the fourth floor of the hall.

Uncle Wen looked down, and said: "Yang Sheng is quite capable of deceiving people's hearts, and ordinary bad boys are not capable of this.

Boss, what do you think Yang Sheng will do if he really kills Luo Rong this time? "

Uncle Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled and said: "If he really kills Luo Rong, wouldn't our Hong Shenglian be in a good position?

Don't worry, this kid can't make any waves. As long as the three of us haven't retreated, whoever wants to stand out will have to nod from the three of us. "

When a newcomer wants to stand out, the old man has to abdicate.

The three elders of Hongshenglian have controlled the entire Hongshenglian for more than 20 years, and they haven't reached the time to retire yet.

Next to Yang Sheng, besides Guilaowen, he quickly selected four people.

Two of them were introduced by Guilaowen, and they are both relatively capable of fighting among the four or nine boys of Hong Shenglian.

One is called Leopard Head, tall and fierce, although he has not learned any serious fighting skills, but he is strong and dares to fight ruthlessly.

The other is Dilu, who looks a little handsome, but with yellow hair and earrings, he looks like a low-level rotten boy.

But Yang Sheng looked at the other party thoughtfully.

This guy should have been trained, with strong feet and a straight body, even though he walks crookedly like other bad boys, his spine is still straight.

At this time, Guilao Wen leaned over excitedly and asked, "Little boy, how do we do it? Do you need to disguise yourself first and sneak into Luo Rongtang to assassinate him?"

The corner of Yang Sheng's mouth twitched slightly.

He can be sure now that Guilaowen stood up just because his hands were itchy and wanted to kill people.

"Society beheading people, isn't it to be an agent, what to disguise? Of course, it's going to kill people directly."

Dilu scratched his head and said, "Brother Sheng, are you so rough?"

Yang Cheng said in a deep voice, "It's just that rough.

Let me ask you, if you were Luo Rong, would you have thought that a sunset club in Hong Shenglian would dare to kill him in the middle of the night? "

Several people shook their heads.

Even now, some of them feel a little bit regretful, not knowing why they rushed to do such a deadly task just now.

Yang Sheng spread his hands: "You can't think of it, and Luo Rong can't think of it either.

Luo Rong is the Mong Kok fitman of the Associated Press, but his own territorial influence has extended to the entire Yau Tsim Mong area, so his younger brothers who watch the scene are also scattered.

At this time, Luo Rong must be in his hall, the Fulong Mansion.

The terrain in the building is narrow, no amount of people is useless, so the six of us are enough to block a passage, as long as we can kill Luo Rong as quickly as possible, we have a chance to get out alive. "

It seemed that they were infected by Yang Sheng's self-confidence, and the mentality of the others also calmed down.

He took the newspaper and wrapped the guy in his hand, hid it in his clothes and was ready to go.

This method is commonly used in club fights. Otherwise, if you walk around with a machete, you might be invited to the police station for tea on the way.

Di Lu is holding a dogleg knife, which is the Gurkha knife in Nepal.

Leopard Head did not use a knife, but held an alloy baseball bat.

This thing is the most suitable for him to play, and he doesn't worry about being troubled by the note when he holds it.

Yang Sheng turned his head and saw the weapon that Guilao Wen was holding, and immediately let out a little surprise.

They were two straight bayonets with a length of [-] centimeters, with barbs on one side of the handle, which looked like they were old.

"The devil's [-]-style bayonet?"

Yang Sheng asked with some doubts.

He had only seen this thing on TV, so it seemed familiar.

Guilaowen nodded and said: "Yes, I will come after seeing Uncle Wen.

It is said that our Hong Shenglian snatched it from a double-bonus red stick who killed two devils in the middle of the night during the Japanese occupation.

It is said that the number of traitors and devils who died under these two bayonets exceeded double digits, and the devils on the street did not dare to patrol the street with less than five people.

Oh, it's exciting to think about using devil's things to kill devils. "

Yang Sheng nodded, Hong Shenglian had been brilliant back then.

In terms of seniority, Hong Shenglian can be said to be the direct descendant of the Hong family, which can be traced back to the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

During the Japanese Occupation period, many associations in Hong Kong became traitors either for profit or because they were cowardly and afraid of death.

However, Hong Shenglian refused to join forces with him, secretly resisted the Japanese, and assassinated many Japanese invaders and traitors.

Even Hong Shenglian's disciples were wanted for a time and were not allowed to move the hall to a dark place.

At that time, many of Hongshenglian's capable red sticks died under the guns of the Japanese invaders, which can be said to have lost [-]% of the elite.

After the defeat of Japan, there were even less than 100 people left in the entire Hongsheng League, and it has since turned from prosperity to decline.

And also because those elites who were able to fight in the Hongsheng League were almost exhausted, and the remaining people were almost weak and incompetent, so they did not seize the best development opportunities of the association, and it has been declining until today.

If Hong Shenglian could have retained a big shot like Chai Hongtu back then, it might not be where it is today.

"By the way, pretty boy, don't you use weapons?"

Guilaowen looked at Yang Sheng strangely.

If you don't use a knife to chop someone up, do you use your fist?
Yang Sheng thought for a while and said, "Is there any triangular thorns, help me find one."

The essence of Chinese martial arts lies in fighting with weapons, and even all kinds of boxing in the early days were almost all evolved from weapons.

Now each family's kung fu also has special weapons to match.

For example, gossip is paired with a knife, and its shape and meaning are like a gun.

But Yang Sheng didn't put much effort in this aspect, because he learned kung fu in the early days to avenge killing.

It is impossible for him to take revenge on the Lin Group with a Qinglong Yanyue knife, so even if he is learning weapons, he can only taste them, at most he will work hard on some short weapons.

Among these weapons, the triangular thorn has been practiced for the longest time and has the highest proficiency.

After finding a triangular thorn for Yang Sheng, the six of them took a taxi and headed straight to Fulong Building.

At this time, on the [-]th floor of Fulong Building, in a very luxuriously decorated office.

Luo Rong sat on the boss chair and cursed angrily:
"Damn whore! The technology is so bad, I almost broke my younger brother! Do you want to throw you to Borland Street for a few days of further study?"

The woman vomited and sobbed: "No, Brother Rong! I will pay back the money as soon as possible!"

Luo Rong lifted his trousers, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, waved his hand impatiently and said, "One month at most, and I'll send you to the stables if you don't get up."

As the strongest fitter of the Associated Press at present, Luo Rong is not the one who can fight the best, and he can even be said to be the weakest one.

He was born in a white paper fan, and there is no one who can beat four or nine.

There is only one reason why it can develop to this scale, and that is that Luo Rong is rich, very rich.

Luo Rong started out as a loan shark, and was nicknamed Guilirong before.

It seems that when other associations were still collecting protection fees, selling fans and other low-level ways to make money, Luo Rong had already turned his attention to other places.

From usury to finance, from all kinds of A-grade clothing bags to pirated CDs, he even has a hand in the film and television industry.

It is precisely because of the money that Luo Rong can afford to support so many younger brothers, and even dares to challenge Chai Jiu in the British Associated Press.

Turning around and going out, there was a 'bang bang' sound from another room outside the office.

Luo Rong knocked on the door and shouted: "Ah Hui, don't hit me at night, if you don't sleep, I'm going to sleep too if you're big brother."

The door was pushed open, and a tall young man with a height of 1.9 meters came out.

The young man's face was thin and slender, his face was stern, his forearms and hands were wrapped in white linen, his upper body was bare, and crystal beads of sweat dripped from his angular muscles.

On his chest was a ferocious beast with dragon horns that resembled a jackal.

Whenever beads of sweat glide across the crimson eyes of that ferocious beast, it seems that the ferocious beast is blinking, very strange.

This young man is Luo Rong's true confidant, the Nanshan tiger Yaohui among the three tigers of the British Associated Press!
Yaohui is an orphan, his father abandoned his mother and son to run away, and his mother died because of a serious illness and couldn't afford medicine.

There were countless half-grown orphans like him in Hong Kong at that time, and those who could enter Po Leung Kuk were always a minority, so Yaohui has been wandering on the streets.

Once Luo Rong saw that Yaohui was beaten to the ground by a group of people for stealing half of a roast goose, and he didn't make a sound, and was still chewing the goose in his mouth desperately.

At that time, Luo Rong felt that this kid was tough enough, so he gave him a piece of barbecued pork rice and asked him if he would like to be with him.

From then on, Yaohui became Luo Rong's personal younger brother, and later became the double bonus red stick, Nanshan Tiger Yaohui.

Luo Rong only likes Ruan Feng because he can fight. In fact, he doesn't trust the Vietnamese. His real confidant is always Yaohui.

Yaohui's room is just outside his office, even if he is having sex with his lover, Yaohui is the one who stays outside.

"Just now I called those three old men of Hong Shenglian and asked them to hand over.

Based on what I know about these three old guys, they definitely don't have the guts to fight me hard.

I'm going to sleep, if Hong Shenglian comes to see him off later, don't call me, just drag that bastard into the water.

Oh shit!

I spent millions of dollars on that guy Ruan Feng, so I asked other fit people from the British Associated Press to speak for me, and got Ruan Feng a double-bonus red stick position. This time it was a big loss.

That Vietnamese boy is also a waste, he was beaten to death before the first round in the ring.

If you don't have the ability to still fuck it, you will speak harshly! "

Luo Rong was cursing, but Yaohui was silent, just nodded and said: "Understood, big brother."

"Leave it to you, I'm at ease."

Patting Yaohui on the shoulder, Luo Rong went back to his office to sleep.

His office in Fulong Building is extremely luxuriously decorated, and behind it is a large bedroom.

Yaohui closed the door, didn't continue punching, but just untied the sandbag that was oozing blood drop by drop.

Unzip the zipper, and inside the sandbag is a bloody man whose face can no longer be seen clearly!
(End of this chapter)