Chapter 215
At night, the lights are brilliant.
After the accident at the Kowloon Boxing Arena, the biggest stage was lost, and the underground black boxing market seemed to have suddenly cooled down.
But in Yau Ma Tei, the boxing ring is still in full swing. There are several matches every night, stimulating everyone's adrenaline.
Kuanbao leaned against the bar and motioned to the bartender to bring him a glass of water.
Then he picked up the towel and wiped off some water drops on the wall of the cup before handing it to the other party.
"Third Aunt, don't be anxious, speak slowly, and drink a glass of water first."
Opposite him, stood a short, thin old lady, clutching a blue-gray square scarf in her hand, her cloudy eyes full of panic.
"Brother Chuanbao, it's really embarrassing to say it, but, but..."
She didn't say a few words, then started crying again, and the words in her mouth became unclear.
"Hey, let me tell you. I can't understand a few words."
Sister-in-law Hong, who had been by her side all the time, held her down and intervened: "That's right, Brother Chuanbao, Third Aunt's son, is the Awen who grew up with you..."
"I was just in the same class with him when I was in elementary school, but I dropped out of school after one semester. We couldn't say we grew up together."
Kuanbao scratched his head, "But it's okay, just keep talking."
Sister-in-law Hong smiled awkwardly, and then continued: "That's right, Awen is so stubborn that he doesn't want to learn anything else but imitates other people's smoking, which makes his head dizzy.
Now I don't go to work anymore, I just sleep at home all day long. When I get addicted, I run around asking for money to buy cigarettes.
Think about it, Third Aunt, a woman of a family, earns so little money every month by washing dishes and clothes for others, how can she afford Awen's smoking?But that bad boy couldn't take care of these things when he was addicted. He would beat the third aunt if she couldn't get money. She couldn't bear it anymore and she could only come to me to complain.
I said it was useless for you to complain to me. I am a woman, what do I know?We have to find Brother Chuanbao. Who in our area meets with something and doesn’t ask Brother Chuanbao for help?Brother Chuanbao, the most..."
"ok, ok, I got it."
Kuanbao raised his hand to stop her chattering.
What these three aunts and six women talk about is always very piecemeal and endless. If they were allowed to continue talking, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to finish talking until dawn.
He raised the glass at hand and took a sip of whiskey before looking at his younger brother.
"Caitou, why are there people selling those things on our property recently?"
Caitou nodded awkwardly and said: "There are one or two people who sell bulk goods, mainly Black Hawk's mazai."
Kuanbao frowned, "I don't even know who he is, Black Eagle White Eagle. Tell him to be more alert and collect all the goods and people from Yau Ma Tei. If he leaves late, I will help him collect it!"
"Okay, I'll go talk to him later?"
"Let's chat? I'm informing him! Who is he and I'll talk to him? Why don't you just give him another red envelope? Tell him to take it away tonight, or I'll tell him to take it away!"
After urging his younger brother to do something, he turned to look at his third aunt and Hong's wife. The anger on his face disappeared, and instead he looked very gentle.
He patted the back of the third aunt's hand and said: "Don't worry, third aunt, as for your son, I will personally talk to him tomorrow and tell him to quit smoking. He is such a big man, he will definitely listen to the advice."
The third aunt looked at the muscles on his face and couldn't help but worry: "Brother Chuanbao, I only have one son, you have to be gentle..."
"Don't worry, don't worry, you can rest assured when I do things."
……
"Brother Chuanbao, Brother Sheng said that they have stewed your favorite fish soup and asked you to go over and drink it while it's hot."
"understood."
Kuanbao glanced at the clock on the wall. The hands were pointing to eleven o'clock, which was a good time for midnight snacks.
He picked up the denim jacket placed on the bar, greeted the people in the venue, and walked out.
At this time, everyone's focus was on the election, and he had no spare time to deal with matters in the field.
Fortunately, the ring is only so big, so the deputies already know exactly what to do.
He took a few younger brothers with him and walked out through the back door.
The back door is in a dark alley, and the sewage on the ground reflects the colorful neon lights above. If it is the first time, it will inevitably hurt your eyes and make you dizzy.
Chuan Bao put a cigarette into his mouth and chatted with the younger brothers.
"You guys have been with me for many years. I remember you have been following me since the fruit market, right? So, I'm not bad to you, right?"
When Brother Sheng takes over this time and becomes a seater, I will also apply for you and see if I can give you some territory management. You can't hang around for so long and still be a junior, right? "
"Thank you, Brother Kuanbao!"
Kuanbao flicked the cigarette in his hand and stuffed it back into his mouth like magic.
"You're welcome, we're all our brothers, what's the point of talking about what we have and what we don't have? I eat meat, so I want my brothers to eat meat too. Isn't this a natural and natural thing?"
Caitou's eyes suddenly turned red and he said: "Brother Chuanbao, don't say anything anymore. If one day...even if I die, I will definitely die before you!"
"spit!"
Kuan Bao knocked the other party on the head, "What are you talking about! Spit and repeat, why don't you say such unlucky words? You are not like me. You have no worries. One person has enough to eat and the whole family has nothing to worry about. Everyone on the road should be smart!"
"Roger that!"
"Yes, sir!"
Seeing these young men still laughing and joking at such a critical moment, they became even more speechless.
He shook his head and was about to leave when the noisy sounds in his ears suddenly stopped. The actual silence seemed to separate this alleyway from other places.
Kuanbao stopped and looked solemn.
In front of them, a man in white clothes, white pants, and white hair appeared.
He held a long toothpick in his mouth, wore wooden clogs, and opened his clothes to reveal the strong muscles underneath.
"This guy is..."
"Probably a Japanese dwarf mule."
As Kuanbao spoke, his expression became serious. Seeing this, the boys next to him also put their hands on the guy around his waist.
"Brother, what's the matter? Did you go the wrong way?" Kuanbao asked in a deep voice.
"I don't even know the roads here. It doesn't matter whether I take the wrong route or not. Just don't find the wrong person."
Yamamoto Masahito's accent is very unique, and one can tell that he is a foreigner.
"By the way, Mr. Long Gen asked me to greet you."
"Oh, Long Gen, then I understand."
The knuckles of his fists were pressed loudly by the explosion. It seemed that the carrot head (Japanese) opposite him was not lost, nor was he looking for the wrong person.
"What's your name?"
"Masahito Yamamoto."
"Okay!" Kuanbaku nodded, "When I take you to the hospital later, I will give your name." "Hospital?"
Yamamoto Masahito sneered, but the smile disappeared in an instant, and a cold light flashed. He drew his knife and cut off the water pipe next to him. Water splashed everywhere, and the cut was neat.
Kuanbao glanced at the fracture and immediately understood the current situation. This was not about who went to the hospital to lie down for a month, but who went to the morgue.
"Okay, I understand, until death, right?"
Kuan Bao raised his hand and motioned for the younger brothers to step back and get into position.
What he uses is a mixture of various boxing styles. If I have to give a number, it would be that there is no number.
Yamamoto Masahito suddenly laughed, stretched out his bracelet and hooked his fingers, "Come on!"
He blasted his feet, quickly took a few steps forward, and kicked Yamamoto Masahito in the face with a whip kick, fierce and fierce.
Masahito Yamamoto slid back, easily avoiding the kick, and then dived down to get to the waist of Kushiro.
"It's this trick again!"
Kuanbao jumped back a step, pressed his hands down, and slammed into the opponent's back.
The thunder blow hit Yamamoto Masahito's back, but the blow felt like a mud cow entering the sea, as soft as hitting cotton, without any feedback.
This guy knows Qigong!
Kwanbaku suddenly reacted in his mind, but his movements were not slow at all, and he hit the opponent's face with another knee.
Yamamoto Masahito smiled coldly, stretched out his hands to catch the flying knee, and with another push of his hand, the whole person was lifted up and flew high into the air.
Kuanbao adjusted his posture in the air, and when he was about to land, his toes were already pointing down, ready to counterattack at any time.
But Yamamoto Masahito was faster and had already reached his footing in a few steps.
As his hands quickly stretched out, he suddenly grabbed the collar of the explosion, unable to break free.
"Shanlan throw!"
Yamamoto Masahito turned his back, exerted force on his feet, twisted his waist, and a huge force surged up from his toes.
He shouted loudly and was thrown heavily to the ground by him, causing a splash of water.
Even on a soft cushion, a blow like this can make you feel nauseous.
Not to mention receiving such a full-force attack on the hard concrete floor, it felt like several bones were broken after the explosion.
With a strong breath, he jumped up and pinched out a phoenix eye with one hand. Before he even stepped forward, his fist stretched out in mid-air and hit the opponent's front door.
Fist in half a step!
Yamamoto Masahito watched the punch coming with cold eyes. He didn't take action until he was about to hit his face, turning his claws into one hand to grab the pulse gate of the explosion.
At the same time, a black-faced ghost with sharp teeth, red eyes, and disheveled hair suddenly appeared on his body, shocking Kushiro's mind.
My veins were blocked, my spirit was traumatized, I lost all my strength after being exploded, and my feet became a little weak.
Yamamoto Masahito put his foot on the thigh of Kushibaku, and made another throw. Kushibaku fell heavily to the ground again. With this sound, a few more bones may have been broken.
Was he knocked down by him in just a few rounds?His eyes were red for a moment, full of unwillingness.
"I'm going to attack you! Kill this carrot head!"
When several boys saw that the skewer had suffered a big loss, they immediately pulled out their weapons and struck at Yamamoto Masahito with several shiny machetes.
"Hmph, over your own strength!"
Yamamoto Masahito laughed, his steps were like chasing the stars and chasing the moon, and he suddenly plunged into the middle of several people. His steps moved sideways, his body movements were like ghosts, and he brought up a series of afterimages as he walked.
Kyokushin karate's punches are fierce, and the strikes are like wind and thunder rolling between the hands.
After just a few punches and kicks, the crisp sound of bones and flesh cracking on everyone's bodies was heard. Caitou and others lay down on the ground, lifeless.
"Family property included!"
Kuanbaku struggled to his feet, opened his hands and rushed towards the opponent from behind.
Yamamoto Masahito smiled coldly, turned around casually, put his hands on Kushibaku's shoulders, and threw the Kushibaku to the wall with another throw, exploding a cloud of smoke and dust.
Kuanbao immediately spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and fell to the ground.
"Red stick?"
Yamamoto Masahito snorted coldly, "So I'm talking about your Hong Kong clubs. They talk about how good they are at fighting every day. They are also rated as second-level marshals, and they choose double-bonus sticks. But in the end, they are chosen among people like you?" It seems like the gold content isn’t that great either.”
He stepped forward, grabbed Kuanbao's hair, and pulled his entire head up.
"I've heard people keep saying that you are the best red stick in Yau Ma Tei. Back then, you could cut from the street to the end of the street with a knife, but now it seems like that."
Kuanbao stared at him fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to beat you up! Carrot head, if you want to kill me, I'll kill you. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
As he spoke, strands of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth again, dripping onto the ground like stars.
"There are so many strong men in Hong Kong. It doesn't matter if you beat me. I've always been the worst one among them. It's not a big deal if you beat me."
Yamamoto Masahito was not irritated. He said calmly: "The reason why I kept you alive is because I have something to ask you."
He turned his neck in a circle, with the smile still in his eyes, "As Hong Sheng's deputy, you should know very well where he likes to go and where his den is, right?"
Kuanbao was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "You want me to betray my elder brother?"
"Or else?"
Yamamoto Masahito tilted his neck, "These days, everything has a price. As long as the price is right, nothing is off the table."
"Last month, He Yixing's leader came home and found that his wife was sleeping in the same bed as his younger brother. He was furious. Then, he was chopped into 18 yuan by his younger brother. No one dared to go to the funeral!"
Patting Kushibaku's face with disdain, Yamamoto Masahito continued: "I don't know your rules, but I know very well that in Hong Kong, everyone will listen to whoever is rich, no matter who you are or what you do. Dad, if you stop yourself from ascending to the throne, you will suffer the consequences..."
Kushibaku was silent for a long time, and finally when Yamamoto Masahito was getting impatient, he spoke.
"If I tell you, will you let me go?"
"Why not?" Yamamoto Masahito spread his hands, "Mr. Long wants me to greet you, yes, but if I solve the most troublesome one, not only will the grudge between Mr. Long and you be wiped out, he will even reward you with a Money, so I have no reason to embarrass you."
"Okay, then I'll tell you, but I'll only tell you one thing."
"There's no one else here."
Even so, Yamamoto Masahito still lowered his ears to get close to the skewer, and at the same time put one hand on the ground, ready to explode at any time to avoid the possible death struggle of the skewer.
Kuanbao opened and closed his lips a few times, as if he said something, but his voice was weak.
Yamamoto Masahito frowned and was about to complain, but when he saw blood pouring from the corner of his mouth, he swallowed his words.
The other party had suffered internal injuries and only had half a life left. Why should I be so fussy with him? So he got closer and comforted softly: "Speak slowly, don't worry, I'm here."
This time, he finally heard it clearly.
"Yamamoto, I will fuck your mother."
(End of this chapter)