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Chapter 79 Burned to Ashes

Having said that, when Yang Suiyun wanted to start a free newspaper, he named it "Oriental Dream Weekly", because "Oriental Daily" already existed, so why would the newspaper not register the word "Oriental Weekly"?

But when people went through the process and registered "Oriental Dream Daily" and "Oriental Dream Weekly", they found that no one had registered for "Oriental Dream Weekly", so they decisively registered it too.

Of course, the reason why the word "Oriental Weekly" was adopted in the end is naturally to borrow the fame of "Oriental Daily".

I never thought that not only did I borrow fame, but even hostility came rolling in.

Seeing that Yang Suiyun didn't know the way, the prince smiled and said, "The boss of "Dongfang Daily" is called Ma Chengkun, his old man is called Ma Shihai, and his uncle's name is Ma proud."

"The Ma family used to be one of the four major gangster families in Hong Kong Island. They started selling fans. The elder brother Ma is proud to be called the 'White Horse', and the younger brother Ma Shihai is known as the 'Golden Horse'."

Yang Suiyun couldn't help cursing: "Damn them, they are scum who sell fans! Are these two dead?"

The prince shrugged his shoulders and said: "No, they all fled to Baodao and went to enjoy the blessings. Po Hao, who was at the same time as them, you know, he was more unlucky. He didn't sell as many fans as these two, and he didn't run away in the end. , was sentenced to 30 years.”

Yang Suiyun spat and said contemptuously: "A bunch of garbage, they still have their lives, they should be shot immediately, and they should eat peanuts!"

The prince's eyelids twitched, they didn't expect Boss Yang to be so jealous at such a young age, and he hated and loathed the fans so much.

After all, he came out to hang out. The prince knew that the Ma family had been in Hong Kong Island for decades, even if the two horses fled to Treasure Island, there would be quite a lot of property left behind.The so-called skinny camels are bigger than horses, and the power of the Ma family should not be underestimated. On Hong Kong Island, few people dare to trouble Ma Chengkun.

Yang Suiyun felt sick when he thought of those two scumbags who were devoid of conscience and didn't throw themselves into the street, enjoying happiness in Treasure Island, and the industry in Hong Kong Island was still operating and doing well.

The law of nature is obvious, as a traveler of the decent camp, Yang Suiyun felt that he should do something, otherwise he would be sorry for his conscience.

Otherwise, is there still justice in this world, is there still law?

Now that they are all gone in disgrace and cannot return to Hong Kong in this life, what are they doing with the property left?
It's like throwing all the devoured birds into the forest, and leaving a piece of white land, it's so clean!

Thinking of this, Yang Suiyun's eyes flashed fiercely, and he looked at the trumpet.

Swept by Yang Suiyun's eyes, Horn couldn't help shivering, feeling a chill down his spine, as if being stared at by a ferocious beast full of fangs and drooling from the corner of its mouth.

Yang Suiyun made a V gesture, and said with a smirk: "You don't need to pay compensation, and I will give you two choices at the same time, either burn down the printing factory of Dongfang Daily, or I will find someone to send your corpses to the crematorium. Burned!"

"Damn it!" Not only the prince, but even the speaker felt a little ridiculous.

They just robbed nearly [-] copies of your newspaper, but you want to burn their printing factory to ashes, it's too cruel!

At this time, murder, arson, and house robbery have not been regarded as commonplace things, and things are a bit difficult to handle. The handsome boy in front of him is really difficult for others.

Trumpet hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't bear the pressure, and said: "Boss Yang, "Dongfang Daily" is the property of the Ma family after all. How can we beat them with our little arms and legs?"

"Okay, I respect your choice."

Lou Ba was overjoyed, and subconsciously said, "Thank you, Boss Yang, you are such a kind person! Don't worry, we won't do this kind of thing again in the future!"

After all, the trumpet winked at the younger brothers, and the latter understood and thanked Yang Suiyun one after another.

"Okay, let's leave it like this!" Yang Suiyun waved his hand, then turned around and took a step forward.

Seeing that Yang Suiyun left after finishing speaking, the prince and the others frowned, and the trumpeters looked happy.

"By the way, don't forget one thing." Yang Suiyun suddenly stopped and turned to look at the speakers, "Say goodbye to your family and friends. I will have someone tell you the address of the crematorium tomorrow morning. Do your best." Prepare."

"I pay for it, the crematorium pays for the fire, you pay for yourself, and your family pays for the cemetery. It's a win-win situation for all parties and a happy cooperation, isn't it?"

At this moment, he choked on the sound of the horn and broke out in cold sweat.

Watching the smile on Yang Suiyun's face gradually disappear, Lou Ba couldn't help but feel fear, fear, and anger.

And the little brothers beside him looked at the loudspeaker in horror, as if they were saying: "Brother, say something!"

Anger and humiliation aroused Trump's fierceness, distorting his ferocious face.

"How dare you threaten us? Brothers, kill him!" After speaking, Trumpet grabbed the bench and rushed towards Yang Suiyun.

Seeing this, all the younger brothers grabbed the benches one after another and followed the elder brother's footsteps.

Yang Suiyun's face was calm, and he stood still and watched the trumpet quietly.

Thinking that Boss Yang was frightened, Jin Maoqiang was about to rush over to help, but was held back by a hand.

The crown prince shook his head slightly, and said: "Just deal with other people, that person, Boss Yang, will take care of himself."

You can easily clean up even the loyal and faithful sitting halls, so why can't you deal with a small guy?

"Go to hell!" Horn grabbed the bench with both hands, and slammed Yang Suiyun's head hard.

It's a pity that the trumpet's hand and the bench are not as long as Yang Suiyun's long legs.

Facing the trumpet rushing in front of him, Yang Suiyun kicked lightning like lightning, hitting the opponent's chest and abdomen.

I saw the horn flew backwards at a faster speed, and the next second it directly hit the younger brothers who followed behind it.

As if playing bowling, after a burst of noise, the trumpet and the few younger brothers behind him fell to the ground directly.

The younger brothers who were lucky enough not to be hit were stunned, the power of this kick was so great that they directly kicked the elder brother until he rolled his eyes and passed out.

Jin Maoqiang and the others were also startled, subconsciously stopped, and looked back at Boss Yang.

Looking at the trumpet who was foaming at the mouth and fainting on the ground, Yang Suiyun curled his lips, this guy is very similar to that so-and-so.

"Can you beat me with 17 cards? You can beat me with 17 cards today, I..."

In the next second, someone who was full of confidence was directly killed.

Jin Maoqiang and the others looked at the prince in astonishment, and the latter just smiled and shrugged, saying that he had reminded you earlier.

Yang Suiyun sneered and said, "When your boss wakes up, remember to remind him to choose carefully!"

After speaking, Yang Suiyun strode away.

Seeing this, the prince signaled Jin Maoqiang and the others to open the door for Boss Yang.

Looking at the figure of Yang Suiyun and the others leaving in a cool manner, and then at the boss who fell to the ground, the few people who were still standing looked at each other, their eyes were full of confusion and worry.

"Boss Yang, just let them go like this?"

Based on his understanding of Yang Suiyun, the prince did not believe that the other party would really send Trump and them to the crematorium.

"Since the punishment has been passed, they will remember it long." Yang Suiyun smiled, "I am kind-hearted, and I convince others with virtue!"

The prince and the others were dumbfounded, and for a moment they didn't know how to strike up a conversation.

Yang Suiyun didn't think the trumpet could withstand the kick just now.

This is indeed the case. Later, Trump couldn't stand it anymore, and when he decided to go to the hospital for an examination, he would find that his internal organs had been kicked out of serious internal injuries.

"Boss Yang, what about Ma, what are you going to do with him? Do you need our help?"

Yang Suiyun looked at the prince in surprise, and asked, "Will Jiang Tiansheng allow you to act privately?"

The prince smiled faintly and said: "I am the person in charge of Tsim Sha Tsui, even if the leader comes, you must first listen to my opinion."

"Thank you, you've helped me a lot!" Yang Suiyun said with a smile, "But this is the end of the matter. I believe Ma Chengkun will put his tail between his legs and behave like a man after hearing the news."

The prince was speechless, looking at Jin Maoqiang who was beside him, he also had a strange expression on his face.

Seeing that Yang Suiyun was not joking, the crown prince shook his head slightly, the Ma family started out selling fans, what kind of conscience, what kind of benevolence and morality, have long been sunk into the bottom of the sea.

This Ma family is not a good stubble, who grew up eating human blood steamed buns!
"You are welcome to listen, but when you need help, just give me a call."

"it is good."

Looking at the scene outside the car window, two red lights flashed in Yang Suiyun's eyes.

(End of this chapter)