America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 449

No. 56 Kearney Street, located in the center of Chinatown, where three streets meet.

In the past, it was very lively here, and the shopkeepers would set up their stalls outside their gates to attract customers.

There are so many traders and Chinese coming and going, and even horse-drawn carriages are not uncommon.

But it's very quiet here today.

The door of the store was closed and the door panel was sealed; passers-by saw this situation and chose to make a detour.

People who have lived in Chinatown all year round know that there is going to be a "fight".

The so-called "Tang Dou" refers to the fights between Chinese gangs, or the fire.

The two sides set a time and place for group fights, whoever loves is the dog, whoever runs first loses, the loser will eat the dust, and give up the territory.

This kind of fight basically happens in Chinatown every month, so pedestrians and shopkeepers have already experienced it.

The police will not take care of it, you have to collect the body yourself.

Around eight or nine o'clock in the morning, a group of Chinese in black jackets gradually appeared at one end of the street.

With axes in their hands and red cloth strips wrapped around their arms, they gathered together in twos and threes.

People in the same attire as them continued to gather from all directions to join the crowd.

These are the people of Justice, and they are gathering.

The bald Zong Wenkai appeared in the crowd early.

Others have only one ax pinned to their waist, but he has two crossed and pinned behind his trouser waist.

Some people regard fighting as a way to fight for power and the right to speak, but Zong Wenkai is more than that.

He likes to chop people.

A few white-skinned gangsters appeared around the impartial crowd.

They chewed chewing tobacco and carried a bag containing revolvers and bullets.

A gangster took out a handful and held it in his hand.

Judging from the fineness, this mottled revolver has been through countless hands, and the maintenance is not very good.

"Do you want a gun or not?" The gangster sold his guns to the Chinese in his unproficient Chinese.

"How much?" Someone leaned forward.

"Thirty dollars." The gangster said with a playful smile.

"Why don't you grab it?" Someone pouted.

The Chinese onlookers scattered.

The gangster was a little unwilling, and continued to shuttle through the crowd.

However, they wandered around, but they couldn't find a seller who was willing to buy a second-hand revolver from them for thirty dollars, so they gradually dispersed.

The bald head glanced at these gangsters, then patted the ax on the back of his waist:

"These bastards are not as good as my axe."

His mouth was tough, but in his heart he scolded his mother.

If he had the ability to get large quantities of guns, would there still be a reason for those two gangs to exist in Chinatown?

The younger brothers of Binggongtang also laughed loudly.

But their laughter soon stopped abruptly.

Because Yan Qingshan appeared on the other side of the street with the people from Ruiduantang.

These people were all dressed in white clothes, with yellow turbans on their heads, and the weapons in their hands were similar to them, and they walked towards them aggressively.

The old man was growing stronger and stronger, and he took the lead in the first place.

In his hand, he was carrying a double-barreled shotgun that he got from nowhere, and the bullets were already loaded.

The bald face gradually became ferocious.

He pulled out the two axes behind his waist, weighed them in his hands, and then held them:

"Brothers, get ready to go to war!"

After finishing speaking, he led the people from Binggong Hall and walked quickly towards the opposite side.

The footsteps on both sides became faster and faster, and when they were about 50 meters apart, they turned into rushing.

The bald head had already seen the gun in Yan Qingshan's hand.

However, he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, he carried two axes and galloped forward.

As soon as he ran, he shouted loudly: "Invulnerability! Invulnerability!"

Seeing the bald head rushing over, Yan Qingshan raised the shotgun and pulled the trigger.

But I don't know if it was the gun or the person, but the gun rang, but the bald head didn't fall down.

Didn't hit.

The bald head could already hear the sound of shrapnel whizzing past the top of his head.

He shrunk his neck subconsciously, but because the neck was too short and thick, the people in front and behind couldn't see it.

After finding out that he hadn't been shot, the bald head became even more excited, and accelerated to charge.

And the younger brothers behind him also shouted one after another:

"Invulnerability! Invulnerability!"

Yan Qingshan was a little anxious when he saw that the other party had taken the lead in momentum.

He threw away the shotgun in his hand, took the Daguan knife carried by the two younger brothers beside him, and charged behind him.

30 meters,

20 meters,

ten meters,

Accompanied by a roar, the crowd on both sides collided fiercely.

The two gangs fought together, the sounds of fighting and shouting mixed together, floating in the sky above the street.

Yan Qingyun swung his Daguan sword so vigorously that four or five people around him couldn't get close to him.

After he chopped down a Binggongtang gang member who wanted to approach, he began to look around for the bald figure.

From the beginning just now, after the bald head met him face to face, he didn't know where he went:
"Zong Wenkai! You bastard! Come and have a few rounds with your grandpa!"

Holding a knife in both hands, the old man shouted angrily.

The bald man with two axes was chopping people happily on the other side.

Hearing Yan Qingyun's scolding, he turned a deaf ear and continued to chop backwards all the way.

He's tough, but not stupid.

Yan Qingyun held a long-handled axe, and he held two short-handled axes, and he was at a disadvantage when fighting.

This old man is good at swordsmanship, but he is old after all.

As long as his own people consume his physical strength, it won't be too late for him to turn around and give him two axes.

For this "fight", both sides mobilized all the main forces that could be mobilized.

Except for a few people who fished in the outer circle, those who fought in the inner circle were all core cadres.

Both sides have the same number of people and basically the same strength.

It was hard to tell the winner for a while.

People kept being cut down to the ground, and some unlucky ones were cut to the artery, blood spattering.

The white gowns of some people in Ruiduantang were soaked with blood and turned red, while the robes of those in Binggongtang were faintly wet under the sunlight.

Both sides are downsizing, but neither side is willing to take a step back.

Firstly, the location of this territory is important, once it is captured by the opponent, it is equivalent to being trampled on the head.

The last time Binggongtang was defeated by Yan Qingyun's people, it was defeated.

I came back today to look for a place, and it is still inextricably linked for the time being, so naturally I will not give up easily.

The people in Ruiduantang are planning to use this opportunity to consolidate their previous victory, how could they let it go.

Just when Binggongtang and Ruiduantang were fighting to death, a man was probing the street.

After taking a look, he shrank back and trotted all the way into a yard.

The courtyard was suddenly full of people.

The dwarf Zha Dongxiong squatted on a wooden box, holding a cigarette butt in his hand, and a wooden ax beside him.

"How's the beating over there?" asked the dwarf, puffing on the butt of his cigarette.

"It's almost there, and the losses on both sides are quite large." The person who went to investigate the situation replied.

The dwarf stood up and jumped off the wooden box.

He threw away the butt and picked up the ax from the box.

"Listen well, rush over with me later, anyone who is not from Baoliangtang will be chopped off by me!"

The dwarf raised the ax in his hand, and shouted orders to his little brother.

He is not tall, but he is very imposing.

Under his leadership, a group of people from Baoliangtang left the yard and appeared at the corner of the street.

Justice Hall?Rui Duantang?
Starting today, there is only Baoliangtang in San Francisco. The day when he, Cha Dongxiong, dominates Chinatown, is here!

(End of this chapter)