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Chapter 19 Bet
The foreigner took the bag, opened it with great skill and excitement, and then buried his face in it.

Looking up, he pretended to be disgusted and said, "Your money smells bad."

Hong Zhennan didn't understand English, so he didn't say anything.

Fei Bo actually understood, but he just smiled and didn't dare to translate it to Hong Zhennan.

"But I like it!" The foreigner's expression changed quickly, and he changed the subject: "How are the preparations for the boxing match going?"

Fei Bo: "We have sold a lot of tickets. It's very popular. There's no problem."

The foreigner nodded in satisfaction, and while counting the money he asked, "Very good, where are the staff and security?"

Fei Bo translated it to Hong Zhennan, who said directly: "Everything has been arranged, no problem."

The corners of the ghost's mouth curled up even higher: "Very good, thank you!"

However, Hong Zhennan immediately asked: "How much can I get in this competition?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost man paused and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Looking up again, he said seriously, "You go out first."

This sentence is in Chinese, proving that he can listen and speak.

Hong Zhennan stared at him and was about to speak, but Fei Bo quickly interrupted and comforted him: "You go out first, I know how to talk, let me talk to him."

Hong Zhennan stood up and when he turned around, Hong Chen saw the murderous intent in his eyes.

I think he also knew what the foreigner meant, because this was not the first time this had happened.

But this time, Hong Zhennan obviously didn't want to continue volunteering for the foreigners, so he asked directly.

He walked to the door, Hong Chen took the initiative to open the door and left with him.

After leaving the police station, Hong Zhennan immediately said to Hong Chen: "The foreigner just now is the police chief of this area. He has a lot of power. In this area, whether you open a shop or a street stall, all businesses, big or small, must pay tribute to him, and the same applies to martial arts schools. It was fine when they just came back a few years ago. In order to run a martial arts school and do business safely, they paid tribute. But in recent years, there has been no war, and the appetite of these British devils has slowly grown again."

Hong Chen followed him and nodded, "Master, is the whole Xiangjiang like this?"

Hong Zhennan sneered, "Is there still a cat in this world that doesn't steal fish? These bastards will be starved to death sooner or later!"

Hong Chen turned around and glanced at the police station thoughtfully.

Afterwards, Hong Zhennan took Hong Chen to meet many people, including businessmen of all sizes, old men with good reputation, workers at the dock, fishmongers, and some people who did not look like they were doing serious business.

What is the same is that these people of all kinds respect and even fear Hong Zhennan.

This also proves that Hong Chen's previous guess was correct. Hong Zhennan is not a gangster, but he has begun to show some signs of that.

It's not that Hong Chen deliberately defended Hong Zhennan, but if you were born in this era and on this land, and you don't have the awareness of sticking together for survival, it's really hard to imagine how you would be bullied by the foreigners.

What cannot be excused is that if a group of people eventually turns into a gang, there will definitely be problems. However, if there is no violence, then the so-called group is meaningless.

A small police chief dares to collect protection fees so openly in his own jurisdiction.

It can be seen from this that this should also be an important reason for the explosive growth in the number of gangsters and gangs in the future.

Hong Chen met many people.

Judging from the identities and status of these people, we can know that Hong Zhennan has been law-abiding enough. At the same time, it also indirectly proves that the local Chinese of this era cannot enter or even really get close to power.

Fei Bo is already one of the most representative and powerful people Hong Zhennan knows.

This is definitely not possible.

Even if we get rid of the white chief, the ones who come after him will still be the same, or even get worse.

In the afternoon, Hong Zhennan finally took Hong Chen to meet everyone. After returning home, he immediately sent Hong Chen away and went to rest by himself.

Hong Chen first went to have the agreed dinner with Master Zheng, then chatted with Uncle Fei Bo for a while, then returned to his yard and pulled out a box from under the bed.

After opening it, the box full of gold emits a unique and attractive glow.

In the past three years, he did not simply kill people and call it a day, after all, those targets were all very rich.

After taking out ten gold bars and putting the box away, he took out two things from under the bed.

A sword and a pistol.

The horizontal sword was naturally the same one he had a few years ago, but this time there were some dark deposits on both the scabbard and the handle that were difficult to wash off.

The unknown master craftsman had great skills. He had used this sword to cut meat, pierce internal organs, and chop bones. Although Hong Chen himself was very careful when using it, it still remained intact and sharp today, which also proved that its forging skills were very superb.

The pistol is American product, from a genuine American soldier.

As the night fell, he walked out the door with the gold bars in his arms, the sword at his side, and the pistol at his waist.

In a backward era, there are naturally also advantages to being backward.

There are no bright street lights, nor surveillance cameras everywhere.

Even in the so-called high-end residential areas where foreigners gather, there is nothing special about them except that there are more patrolling police officers.

Hong Chen didn't hesitate outside for too long and sneaked in easily.

It only takes a moment to open the door and pick the lock.

He went upstairs soundlessly and pushed open the half-open bedroom door.

There were two people lying on the bed, one was the foreigner he had just met during the day, and the other was naturally his wife.

What made Hong Chen even more relieved was that there was a baby crib next to the bed.

That's it.

Ten minutes later, living room.

Hong Chen sat on the soft sofa, looking at the blonde woman in front of him with a smile.

Her pajamas were disheveled, her hands and feet were tied, her mouth was blocked, and even though her eyes were filled with tears, she could not hide her fear.

"Wake up your husband." Hong Chen said gently.

The woman turned her head and looked at the unconscious man lying on the ground. She first pushed him and then anxiously kicked him, but the man still did not wake up. So, she had no choice but to look at Hong Chen pitifully with her chest heaving rapidly.

Hong Chen sighed and picked up the teapot on the table.

The cold water splashed on his face, and the unconscious man finally woke up.

The first thing he saw was his tied-up wife. His eyes widened instantly. Then he saw Hong Chen. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly stood up using his hands and feet and rushed to the cabinet behind him.

He was very fast. After opening the drawer and taking out the pistol, he turned around and shot without hesitation.

click!
click!
click!
Both the voice and Hong Chen's smile made him despair.

Hong Chen was not in a hurry to talk to him, but looked at the woman beside him.

"Ma'am, you lose."

The woman shook her head, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, her face full of pleading.

Only then did the foreigner come back to his senses from his shock.

He took a step forward and wanted to get closer to his wife, but quickly stopped, not daring to get close to Hong Chen.

"What do you want? I remember you went to my office with Hong Zhennan this morning."

"Oh, are you threatening me?"

"No, I don't have any." The ghost put down the gun, suppressed the anger on his face, and said as calmly as possible: "If you want money, I can give it to you right away. I have a lot of money saved at home."

Hong Chen shook his head: "I'm not interested in money."

The ghost narrowed his eyes and said, "Why don't you tell me what you want?"

Hong Chen smiled and raised his right hand from behind the sofa.

The reflection flowing on the blade made the foreigner feel a chill in his heart.

Hong Chen approached the other end of the sofa with a knife.

The woman kneeling on the ground immediately shook her head rapidly, whimpering and screaming, while desperately moving her body towards Hong Chen.

Hong Chen turned a blind eye and a deaf ear.

The tip of the knife lifted up the clothes on the sofa, revealing a little face that was sleeping peacefully.

The ghost's eyes widened in anger instantly.

"you……"

"Are you sure you want to scream?" Hong Chen raised his eyes slightly.

The ghost immediately shut up, but his eyes still looked like they were about to spit fire.

Hong Chen ignored him and turned to look at the woman: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt him. But you lost the bet just now, so you have to compensate me with something, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)