"ah!"

"Hold!"

In the alley, legs were pumped, fists were thrown, and faces were hit, and screams of pain continued one after another. Steel pipes and iron rods flew to both sides, and figures wearing sweatshirts, strong and agile, moved around in the alley.

The Yihai brothers fell down one after another. The figure was like a ghost. It remained standing and made the best use of the small space. It was worthy of being a boxing champion in the rainforest. The former major of the anti-government army simply used both fists.

, legs, elbows, and knees are used as deadly weapons, and every blow is directed at the brother's vitals.

Yuan Bao was ordered to come to the scene in person to invite people. Looking at his brothers who kept falling, he became more and more frightened. He didn't know who he was meeting.

He slowly took out a short gun from his jacket.

The six gunmen standing behind him lined up and took out their weapons in unison.

Immediately, the brothers in the venue slowly dispersed to both sides of the alley. A dozen gunmen on both sides raised their weapons, blocking the entire space of the alley, and looked at the man coldly.

"You are very good at fighting!"

"Thai guy?"

Yuan Bao raised his gun and looked at him.

Songla stood motionless in the middle and asked in English: "He Yihai?"

"Boss, he asked us if we are friends with Yihai." A man came up to explain.

Yuan Bao swung the muzzle of his gun and pointed outside the alley: "Tell him that there is a car waiting for him outside, and our boss asks him to go there, otherwise, he will be shot to death randomly."

Faced with the Thai gangsters who came to kill them, a group of community members really had the courage to open fire in the downtown area.

"Yes, boss." Ma Zai opened his mouth and translated in English. Immediately, a group of gunmen forced the Thai guy out of the alley with guns and got into a van. Yuan Bao waited until the gunmen put the Thai guy into the car.

Cautiously, he and Ma Zai got into another car, and several cars drove towards a warehouse in the New Territories.

…

"Boss, this guy single-handedly wounded more than a dozen of our brothers. He was as fierce as a bull. Fortunately, scientists invented the pistol. Otherwise, I really couldn't do anything to him."

Zhang Guobin walked into the warehouse step by step. Da Bohao, Feilin, Dongguan Miao, and the target boy were all in a crowd of more than 20 people, following behind him along the way.

Yuan Bao follows every step and chatters endlessly.

Zhang Guobin held his cigar between his fingers and said in surprise: "Baguan is so skilled!"

"It's really cool, boss!"

"Scared me to death!" Yuan Bao shouted exaggeratedly, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Several big guys followed behind, looking thoughtful.

Zhang Guobin took the opportunity to educate him: "If you go too far in unethical business, your enemies will come sooner or later. If you want to be able to live a long life, you will be able to survive."

"It's better to take the police exam!" Da Bohao curled his lips with disdain.

"Hahaha." Feilin and Yuanbao laughed.

Zhang Guobin turned his head and glanced at Da Bohao. Da Bohao twisted his shoulders and moved his body. He had an instinctive resistance to people who were against the society.

Brother Bing is sitting in the restaurant now.

Going against the club means going against Brother Bing!

Never let it go easily.

Zhang Guobin called over a few people who happened to be on the floor of Yihai Building, hoping to take the opportunity to educate a few college students. Unexpectedly, the young and Dangerous young men would be even more difficult to educate.

If you want to impress them, nothing but silver paper is silver paper.

In the world of martial arts, the initial goal of most brothers who go out to work is to support their families, but if they get into the big picture, their goal becomes status. There is still a long way to go to make a fortune.

It’s so difficult!

"Grandpa!"

"Grandpa!" At the door of the room, several gunmen stood up and bowed.

Zhang Guobin nodded lightly to them, took a cigar from Ah Hao, put it in his mouth and walked into the room. He looked up and saw a man wearing a sweatshirt, his head lowered, and his arms were handcuffed to an iron plate.

Man on chair.

Zhang Guobin was not surprised that he was handcuffed to the chair. If he hadn't personally given the order, just because the other party injured more than a dozen He Yihai brothers, it would have been impossible to sit safely on the chair.

"Call Thailand."

Zhang Guobin said.

"yes."

"Bing Ge."

Someone took out a mobile phone, dialed a series of numbers, and waited for the other party to be connected.

Zhang Guobin said to Qian Xunji, the protégé behind him: "Tell him that I am the one who talked to He Yihai. Now I will give him two options, one is to cut off his tongue and send it back to Thailand, and the other is to stay in Xiangjiang forever to work for He Yihai."

."

It is impossible to let all such people go, lest there is any evidence to accuse Yihai Group. Now the Xiangjiang police are keeping a close eye on He Yihai. If they want to save their hands and feet, they must stay and work for Yihai.

This was the way Zhang Guobin found out for him after careful consideration, otherwise Yuanbao alone would have wanted the Thai guy to die hundreds of times.

The other party's skills also seem to be good, and he can work hard for He Yihai.

"Grandpa."

"The call is connected." Cui Siao, wearing a black jacket, handed an online mobile phone to the boss.

Qian Xunji used proficient English to communicate with Song La. Song La raised his head and pulled his ferocious face, and spoke a string of English in a hoarse voice.

Zhang Guobin understood what he said, and without waiting for Qian Xunji to translate, he said in Chinese: "I killed your daughter."

Song La sat on the chair, looking straight at him, but there was a question in her pupils. Zhang Guobin stated again in Cantonese: "Your daughter is dead!"

Qian Xunji, Yuan Bao, Fei Lin and others were all stunned for a while. No one translated or answered, and they didn't understand what it meant to sit in the restaurant.

Da Bohao was slightly surprised, but then he understood. Zhang Guobin looked at Song La's expression up and down, without noticing the change in his expression, and finally said in English: "I killed your daughter, and you came to me for revenge. You shouldn't ask me for revenge."

Apologize?"

"Paula is still alive?" Songla's eyes immediately shone with light, and she responded in English with excitement: "How can you prove that you saved my daughter?"

"I want to make sure that Paula is still alive!" When he was the most excited in his heart, he kept his mind rational. The first teacher who taught him Muay Thai in his life told him that boxing is a kind of rational violence, and losing one's rationality

People can never defeat their opponents.

"Give him the phone." Zhang Guobin held his cigar and nodded.

Qian Xunji stepped forward and put his eldest brother to his ear, and Paula's voice immediately sounded in his ear: "Father?"

"Where are you! Paula?" Songla asked in surprise. Paula on the phone cried: "I'm in Chiang Rai."

"What happened to you?"

"I was released after being taken to Xiangjiang for more than ten days..." As soon as Paula finished speaking, the phone was taken away by Qian Xunji, because the boss raised his chin slightly, and Zhang Guobin asked: "Can this be proved?

Yet?"

Song La lowered her head and was silent for a while.

He knew that things were never that simple, and he knew what kind of business was behind Guess, but Paula was really alive, and the most tragic thing he expected did not happen, so he had to think about how to survive.

"Have you made your choice?"

Zhang Guobin held his cigar in his mouth and looked him up and down.

"There is more than one brand named He in Xiangjiang, but you came to Yihai and I to injure a dozen brothers. Would you be angry if it were me?"

Yuan Bao, Fei Lin, Ah Hao and others stood nearby, amazed by the boss's righteous and stern tone.

"Who kidnapped Paula!"

"He wins and wins!" Zhang Guobin spat out a word coldly.

Song La was silent again.

"I choose to stay in Xiangjiang."

After a few seconds, he spoke.

"good!"

"Feilin, this life belongs to you." Zhang Guobin said aloud.

Fei Linzai simply nodded: "Okay, Brother Bing."

"Ah Hao, let him go."

Li Chenghao took two steps forward, crossed his hands, pressed the joints, turned his head and asked Ma Zai to let go of Song La. Song La stood up and looked at Li Chenghao with hostile eyes.

Zhang Guobin pinched his cigar and frowned.

But Da Bohao twisted his neck, made a snapping sound, and stared at the opponent: "Thai guy, you are really lucky. So many big guys in Xiangjiang met my brother Bing. Now he has not been beaten to death by Bing, and he still has a chance to help justice. The sea does things…”

Song La couldn't understand the Cantonese spoken by Da Bo Hao, so he stepped forward to meet him. Both sides started to attack almost at the same time, but Da Bo Hao's sandbag punch was the first to rush out in a straight line and hit the opponent's nose, while Song La took a quick step. A jab, a feint, was replaced by a knee strike, hitting Da Bo Hao's chest. Da Bo Hao planted his legs firmly on his horse, and while exerting all his strength, the buttons of his white suit flew off one by one, and his belly was strong. The muscles are tightened, like a piece of iron to hold the flying knee firmly.
To be continued...