Genius commoner

Chapter 540 Conflict
After returning the Buddhist beads to Shi Xin, Ye Zixuan walked along the subway line to Mong Kok.

According to the information on the coffin board, Chen Tiance’s Jiutu Three Caves, Baolian Temple, Yuzhou Changwan and Brilliant Hotel are the places where he stays every night. The Brilliant Hotel is in the depths of Mong Kok. Take a glance at the environment of the Brilliant Hotel for future planning and arrangement. If you attack again, you must take down the opponent in one fell swoop.

Mong Kok is located in the Yau Tsim Mong District of Huan Yuet, in the middle of Longjiu Peninsula. It is an area of ​​early development. It is most famous for typhoon shelters and temples. There are many old traces left here. It is not difficult to find old bakeries and shrines in the streets and alleys. Shops, mahjong parlors and other traditional shops, the shops are mostly small-scale operations, and there are some of the oldest streets in Huanyue.

But it's also a chaotic corner of Tsukishima.

Darkness and filth are hidden behind the glamorous beauty. This statement is applicable to any metropolis in the world. Mong Kok, the most densely populated city in the world, also has an invisible side. The old buildings on both sides of the narrow streets are placed on the mainland. Entering the ranks of shantytowns, the low-level citizens are often mixed with low-spirited gangsters.

This is one of the places with the highest crime rate on Lunar Island, and it has the largest population of teenage drug users in the area.

The forces of several major gangs are intertwined here, fighting endlessly, and there will be a fight from time to time, but Ye Zixuan doesn't pay much attention to it. While carrying the coffin board out of the Mong Kok subway station, he glances at the photos of the Brilliant Hotel found on the Internet. The name is quite domineering. In fact, it is not much better than staying in a hotel next to the railway station in an inland county for 30 yuan a night.

"This guy is quite good at hiding."

Ye Zixuan looked at the photo on the phone, and then locked on the direction of the hotel to move forward, but just turned around an intersection, he saw the body of the coffin board flashing, with a desolate expression standing in front of Ye Zixuan on guard, Ye Zixuan focused his gaze on it, I saw a group of men and women carrying wooden sticks and wearing masks appearing in front of them, and they came here aggressively.

More than a hundred people blocked the street, cars couldn't pass, and people couldn't squeeze forward. Occasionally, a few passers-by tried to cross, but they were mercilessly kicked over by men and women in masks. Their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. Xuan dragged the coffin board back a few meters, and he had judged that this group of men and women were definitely not coming for him.

"Tap Tap!"

Just when Ye Zixuan and the coffin board retreated to the door frame of a closed shop, a large number of burly men came out from behind, holding shields and batons. They looked like fully armed riot police. More than a hundred policemen were well-trained. The shields stretched forward to block the way of the masked men and women, and the two sides quickly stopped pushing forward.

The distance between the two parties was less than eight or nine meters, one with a stick hanging down and the other with a shield guarding it. It seemed like a public event, but Ye Zixuan and the coffin board were a little depressed. They wanted to leave but were blocked, and wanted to tell themselves that it was soy sauce , but the result provoked the eyes of both sides to scrutinize wantonly, and they both regarded the two as pawns of the opposing camp.

"People in front of you listen, stop moving immediately!"

A hook-nosed police officer came forward and shouted through a loudspeaker: "Put down your weapons immediately and accept the police investigation."

"Huanyue is a society ruled by law, you can go through legal channels if you have demands,,"

"Shut up! Shut up!"

A middle-aged woman wearing a mask rushed out, holding a wooden stick and interrupting the police loudly: "You rich and powerful lackeys only bully unemployed peddlers."

"Huanyue is a society ruled by law, but the law has been mastered by the powerful."

"The election is dead, it is the misfortune of Huanyue, and it is also the great fortune of Huanyue. Unfortunately, there are no people who represent our grassroots people."

"Fortunately, because it has completely revealed to us the face of those in power."

The middle-aged woman waved a wooden stick in her hand, exuding the emotional words of pleading for the people: "There is no democracy, no prosperity, no life security, and even elections that are seen by everyone are castrated, let alone us ordinary people? After 20 years of return, there is no let The economic take-off can only be achieved by consolidating the social class, and 20 years ago they received [-] Huanyue coins."

"Twenty years later, I still receive 20 Huanyue coins."

When the men and women around me were raging, the middle-aged woman continued to raise her arms and shouted: "There are newspapers but no voice, there are media but no truth, there are systems but no votes, we are like children who have entered fairy tales, always believe in a better tomorrow but have never seen it." , the occasional benefits are just aspirin, which temporarily relieves the pain but cannot permanently eradicate it.”

When Ye Zixuan frowned slightly and felt that the voice was a bit familiar, the hooked-nosed police officer straightened his face and interrupted the middle-aged woman with a loudspeaker:

"Your behavior has violated the law of Huanyue!"

"Put down your weapons immediately, dismiss innocent people, and accept investigation!"

The hooked-nosed police officer's voice was like a green dragon's bell: "Don't be stubborn, don't ruin your future."

"Brothers, don't talk nonsense with them, rush over, rush over, rush over and rescue the suffering brothers and sisters."

The middle-aged woman shouted like chicken blood: "If the police dare not attack us, rushing over is victory." But although she kept bewitching her companions to charge, she slowed down and fell behind the crowd, with a look of running away at any time. Posture: "Let's crush this group of powerful lackeys and let the whole world hear our voice."

As the middle-aged woman shouted with righteous indignation, nearly a hundred people moved forward with wooden sticks and kept yelling to help out. The police hurriedly grasped their shields and sprayed pepper water into the air. , the clash of shields, the sound of throwing glass, and the cry of being choked by peppers, the scene was indescribably chaotic.

In mid-air, countless plastic bags were thrown into the air, the windows of several adjacent shops were smashed, and many police officers suffered bloody injuries.

There is no doubt that men and women with masks come prepared.

When Ye Zixuan and the coffin board were close to the door frame and watched the show in front of them, the two masked men glanced at each other, and threw the plastic bag in their hands at them. Ban kicked the wall with his left foot, his body bounced up suddenly, his right foot kicked out lightly, and the two plastic bags were reflected back, as fast as a meteor.

There were two ear-piercing bangs, and the foreheads of two masked men who couldn't escape were smashed by stones, and blood flowed down instantly, staining the masks red, which was shocking.

"The police beat someone!"

"The police hit someone."

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman shouted: "Dark society, shameless rich and powerful."

A few people swung their wooden sticks towards the coffin board again. They kicked the coffin board without batting an eye, and several men and women flew out.

A young man got up, didn't go to pick up the stick, and rushed up with a wine bottle beside him. He didn't forget to roar, but before he could touch the coffin board, he was kicked by the coffin board , the whole person flew upside down, and the four or five people behind who had just rushed up with wooden sticks were suddenly knocked to the ground by their companions.

The five people huddled together, and the weapons fell to the ground.

More than a dozen men and women in masks were stunned for a second or two, and then they were filled with righteous indignation, yelling and cursing and gathered around the coffin board. As soon as the two youths swung the wooden sticks out, they were cut off by the coffin board with one hand, and then swept out with their feet. He fell and flew, and in the next second, two wooden sticks in his hands were thrown out, a man and a woman were hit, and they retreated backwards clutching their stomachs.

In just three seconds, almost ten people fell to the ground. The middle-aged woman and the police were stunned, because they didn't see how they shot. The smell of blood, and I have seen a lot of red stick methods, but compared with the person in front of me, it seems to be a person of two realms.

The coffin board threw several people to the ground again, and the speed of the attack was astounding. When the onlookers were surprised, the coffin board took two steps forward carelessly, and the men and women who had originally rushed back took two steps back tremblingly. Only then did he take a closer look at the fierce man who came out halfway, his pale face was expressionless, cold and calm, his body tall and thin.

He poked in front of his eyes, giving people an unshakable sense of oppression.

"Coffin board, take her down for me."

Ye Zixuan locked on to the very familiar middle-aged woman, tilted his head slightly and issued an order.

The coffin board nodded indifferently, and shot at the middle-aged woman not far away like a sharp arrow...

Mid-Levels, famous for its mansions.

The ancients said that the great hermits hide in the dynasty, but Yuedao has a saying that the great hermits hide in the mountains. It originated from the mansions in the middle of the mountain. Their owners are either rich or noble, and they are very rich.

In the middle of the mountain, there is a property of more than 100 square meters. You have become a rich person. If you can afford a large detached villa with a garden and swimming pool, then congratulations. Dong, Li, Guo, Huo, Zheng, in this society, the house has become an important benchmark for class division.

Whether it is on the mainland or on the moon.

Among the well-arranged villa complexes in the middle of the mountain, the Chen family's house, one of the four wealthy families, is the most low-key and humble, but don't think that the influence and strength of the old man of the Chen family are far inferior to a few wealthy neighbors. The face of the Chen family is definitely more important than that of Li Jiacheng and Dong Dahua, and sometimes talking is more useful than the leader.

In addition to the fact that the Chen family was born in the extreme way, the old man of the Chen family is also closely related to foreign forces.

At this moment, in the luxuriously decorated study room, a clean and restrained old man squinted at Ji Ge, who was covered with scars, and pushed a check with his fingers:
"Aki, this is your reward for tonight!"

Brother Ji picked up the check and glanced at it, his body shook, and his face was delighted: "Mr. Chen, isn't this too much money?"

"Not much, this is what you deserve, and it can be regarded as making friends."

There was a murderous intent on the old man's smiling face: "The operation in Mong Kok, come a few more times, it must be messed up, disabled, and made known to the world."

Ji Ge nodded: "Understood."

"As long as you do your best, if you have what I eat, you will also have what you eat."

"The next Hutchison election, I will try to make you win."

The old man's face was full of murderous intent: "The ghost king doesn't want to be a dog, so let him be a dead man."

(End of this chapter)