Steel pipes fell to the ground, rolled down from the stage, and a series of golden swords sounded.

Li Chenghao raised his long sword and looked at his brothers: "Haoji has been released from the opposite side of the boy, and someone wants to pick the word "He Yihai" in He Yihai!"

"The police, Jianghu, and the ghost guys are all staring at us and Yihai!"

"I, Ah Hao, regards Yihai as my family and brothers as my brothers. Someone took our words and wanted to take my Ah Hao's life. I, Ah Hao, would not agree!"

In Yau Ma Tei, two thousand brothers showed ruthless faces and were excited, like a handful of dry firewood that was about to be lit.

Li Chenghao looked at the brothers who could not suppress them and said sincerely: "The boss of the leader specifically told me not to push his brother into the fire pit. If there is anything, the boss of the leader will solve it, but in the world, the fist is the biggest!

He clenched his fists: "Without brothers going into battle, should we let our boss kneel down and beg them!"

Offstage.

Immediately, a brother stood up and said, "Brother Hao!"

"Do you still regard me as brothers and sisters?"

"We brothers are a waste of life. In the village, we couldn't afford to eat a popsicle. My mother was selling it outside, and the girl had to marry someone as a concubine. If Brother Bin didn't pay the money, I wouldn't even be able to send my mother loyalty!"

The brother passed over everyone, his eyes were filled with tears, and he picked up a stick: "Can we have a building and a car now, and we have to cherish our lives and let the boss ask for help, and let the company be removed?"

"Hold!"

The brother raised his stick, smashed the table top, smashed the corner of the table, and shouted loudly: "I can't do it!"

"We can't do it, we can't do it either!"

In the field, the brothers were in a state of anger and raised their arms and shouted: "I picked up the company's size and chopped him!"

"Split him!"

"Split him!"

Two thousand people raised their arms and shouted, some were wearing T-shirts and yellow-haired clothes, some were wearing suits and dressed as managers, and some were greasy on their faces. However, they all looked like middle-aged uncles, and they all united and maintained their talents together to serve the company.

Li Chenghao took the microphone that had been prepared long ago, stood on the stage, held the vertical microphone and shouted to his mouth: "Okay!"

"Who would like to contribute to the company? Go forward and get a long stick? I promise you as the second-road marshal that those who fight with the stick will be awarded the third-class merit once.

If you have outstanding military achievements, Brother Bin explained that it is all based on voluntary action. If you want to stay at home with your wife and children, you will still be a member of the community!”

"We Yihai never forces our brothers to go into battle!"

A group of brothers in the boxing gym opened the wooden box on the stage and overturned it. Thousands of steel pipes fell down like a tide. The brothers stopped talking and went forward to get iron sticks, held them in their hands, put them on their waists, hid them in their bags, and returned to various places...

"I will never make a big deal, just use an iron stick to kill and remember the rebellion. I see what the police have to say!"

If one side holds a knife and the other side holds a stick, that side is even more serious and can be seen at a glance.

What's more, in a big battle, there is not much difference between the sticks, and the iron stick is convenient, strong and more stable. When the people in Yihai are beaten, they will be more advantageous.

Li Chenghao won’t get too many machetes for a while, but guns and cannons are better. Alas, ah, ah.

Before the brothers disperse.

Li Chenghao raised his sword: "Splitting friend shouts?"

"Split! Split! Split!!!"

New Territories.

Tuen Mun.

Old Jin was wearing a leather jacket with a cigar between his fingers, and brought a group of people to the car warehouse to patrol. He saw rows of vans parked in the warehouse, showing satisfaction on his face and sucked a mouthful of cigars.

"Brother Jin!"

He held a cigarette in his left hand, opened the car door, and shouted.

"The car is ready?"

Lao Jin looked up and asked him.

He slapped the car door with his left hand and said confidently: "More than 200 vans, fifty buses, and more than 100 cars, some of which are cargo from the door,

Some are temporarily rented. If something happens, brothers from all over Hong Kong are mobilized to rush to help and fight flexibly, and there is no problem!"

Lao Jin nodded with satisfaction: "There are more than 70,000 brothers in the community, and they can't be seen when they don't move. If you really want to move, how can a hundred cars be enough for you when you go out to do business?"

"Our Tuen Mun Car Cang is a war horse, and we have to prepare for our brothers."

Lao Jin took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to his left hand: "Send the car to the brothers from various halls and streets according to the list."

"No problem, big guy." The left hand took the note and browsed: "I'll arrange to send a car right away."

"Show good." Lao Jin patted the shoulder of his left hand and looked at him and said, "In the world, there are rare opportunities. Take advantage of it. Don't lose Yihai's face. Yihai's face is different from the great prosperity back then!"

"I understand!" I took off my leather gloves with my left hand and nodded: "I'm not the left hand I used to be back then!"

Vans, cars, and buses were soon driven out of the warehouse by Tuen Mun brothers, and they were hung with fake license plates and distributed to the halls. The brothers took them away and started a war, and they fought silver paper!

Causeway Bay.

Yau Tsim Mong.

New Territories.

Mobilization meetings are being held at the entrances of the cathedral to boost morale and prepare for a war.

On the streets of each district, scattered gangsters, swaying by the city, and vehicles shuttled through. Even ordinary citizens could smell a different aura from the usual ones, let alone the police and the world?

After Cai Jinping finished the meeting, he returned to the office and called out: "Zhang Sheng."

"Cai Sir." Zhang Guobin leaned against the chair and replied with a smile.

"The order to close the mountain is issued."

Cai Jinping said in a deep voice: "However, it's still the same principle. Don't let more than a thousand people show off their horses. Otherwise, the Chief of Police will definitely order things, and I, as an assistant chief, can only accept orders."

Zhang Guobin shook off the cigar ashes with satisfaction and replied: "Don't worry, Cai Si, I don't want to cause a big deal. It's best to have peace in the world tomorrow."

"However, people who travel around the world have no choice but to do things. The world is too uneasy. What I say alone does not count. There are more than a thousand people in the ultimate right, so I can only wait and see what I have changed."

Cai Jinping sighed: "Oh, let's do your own job!"

"You and I are all friends, I will understand my friends' difficulties. I do mine. You can let go of things tomorrow." Zhang Guobin made up his mind and said in a straightforward tone: "See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!" Cai Jinping hung up the phone.

Zhang Guobin looked at Li Chenghao who was waiting at the door and said, "Come in!"

Li Chenghao entered the office, sat on the chair, and said, "Brother Bin, I ordered three hundred brothers, each of whom is a good martial arts school and is proficient in weapons. Tomorrow, I will lead my troops to attack Huanglong with the order of the next day, so that it will be a turmoil in the world!"

Heyihai has three major martial arts halls: Crane Fist, Muay Thai and Xingyiquan. It is easy to pick out 300 elite soldiers to beat them, and below a thousand people are the orders to sit in the hall.

The second road marshal will not go against the intention of attending the hall. At the same time, Zhang Guobin also received news of mobilization from the halls below, but the company may have to start a big war. It is very common for each hall to mobilize slightly. Now, there is no way out.

Zhang Guobin reiterated a bottom line: "As long as the Hutchison General Alliance does not choose the person involved, I will stop the army tomorrow. I have a way to disintegrate the power of the ghosts."

"I understand, Brother Bin." Li Chenghao said.

Zhang Guobin made some arrangements overnight.

That night.

All venues are open as usual, the police patrol as usual, and the streets are calm.

The second day.

early morning.

Bailibo stood in front of the mirror at home, put on Tang suits and tied cloth buckles, looked at the refreshing appearance in the mirror, took a deep breath, turned around and left the door, and took a bus to Mong Kok and Temple Street.

Pingzhi's car drove into the streets of Mong Kok. Outside the window, the bad guys were smoking cigarettes, chatting, blowing water and flirting with horses, as if they were the same as before.

Bailibo sat in the car, looking out, but he always felt that his eyes seemed to be staring at him.

On the streets, police officers became more and more.

The Heavenly Queen.

The entire temple had been enclosed, and the streets outside the hall were filled with cars, and the 23 characters in the font size were placed in the hall, the bottom, the leader, the confidant horseman, and about a thousand people were crowded outside the palace. The lion dance team, the dragon dance team, the gongs and drums were loud and the firecrackers were ringing.

Six-thirty.

The convoy of the ultimate chariot arrived outside the palace gate and accompanied Bailibo to get off the car. The scene became very lively. Bailibo met with you one by one and greeted you. No matter what you thought about in the hall, you were smiling on your face during the 100th anniversary.

"Warm celebrating the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Hutchison Chamber of Commerce"

A banner has long been hung outside the palace gate.

Bailibo looked at the banner and felt inexplicably moved. At 9:30 in the morning, the police force blocked the road just after the peak period. All parties were about to find out. All means, plans and strength were finally clear.

In an incense hall.

Twenty-three people each took one seat, and there was a chief in the middle and the top, which changed the previous rules of meetings.

Bailibo wore a Tang suit and held a cane, and walked towards the top seat: "Dear fellow disciples, I have been established for a hundred years now. I should have climbed the Lion Mountain like my ancestors, but I have sent people to close the mountain. Today, all the rituals will be held in the palace of the Queen."

"hehe."

"Brother Baili, it doesn't matter whether he climbs Lion Mountain or not. What's important is Hutchison unity." Uncle Chao smiled below, but he held a gun and a stick in his smile. Bailibo nodded with a smile and said, "It's right!"
To be continued...