Chapter 275 The Great Storm in Jianghu ([-])
As the funeral procession slowly approached, Fei Chen, who had been guarding the outside and receiving the guests, finally reacted.
He hurriedly waved his hand covered with gold rings to greet the younger brothers, and then he was the first to shake his fat body and catch up.
"Thirteen, what kind of plane are you doing! Don't you know what day it is today?"
Thirteen glanced at him, his eyes full of coldness.
"I came just because I knew."
Hearing this, Fei Chen put his hands on his hips and shouted: "If you say this, does that mean there's nothing to talk about?"
Thirteen still said in a cold tone: "How do you want to talk? One-on-one, or together?"
Fei Chen spat on the ground, "Are you out of your mind? Who's going to challenge you?"
After standing on tiptoes and glancing behind her again, Fei Chen murmured: "Remember, I'm not afraid of you, I'm just giving them face."
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and stopped the eager younger brother behind him, making way for the team.
Thirteen glanced at him, nodded and said, "Thank you."
Fei Chen didn't say anything, and the thugs behind him could only retreat to the side, watching the team go inside.
"Brother, isn't it a bit unethical for us to let them in like this?"
"Morality?" Fei Chen glanced sideways at the other party, "Brother Sheng saved my life when I debuted. How can I talk about morality with a carrot head? Take your pick!"
Fei Chen and his team were responsible for the security work on the periphery. As soon as they passed, the team passed unimpeded and walked straight into the venue.
Yamamoto Masahito saw this scene in his eyes, his face was full of murderous intent, and the master next to him, Jin, was so shocked that his hair stood on end.
He quickly said: "Brother, if there is too much movement right now, it will be very troublesome. There are so many big shots watching from above."
"I know."
Yamamoto Masahito glared at him, "But do you think we have any other way to go now? If they want to fight, we have no choice but to fight. Otherwise, if we let them step on us like this later, we two should not mess around in the future. .”
As he spoke, he nodded again and gestured to the other side of the stand, "Now you go to the stand first, discuss with Chief Inspector Lei and Mr. Smith, and ask them to go back early."
"Don't wait...and ruin a good outfit!"
Hearing this, Master Jin trembled all over again and hurriedly ran to the stands, his steps staggering.
He had never run so fast before. Even when he was being chased by others in the North Point, the brothers pushed him on a cart to escape.
Now when I started running, I was out of breath after just a few steps, and my lips turned white.
He ran along the steps to the stands, and the wooden steps made a dull groan, torturing the ears of others, which made the big shots in the audience frown.
It wasn't until Master Jin bumped into a waiter that a burst of laughter arose, and the dissatisfaction dissipated.
When a person is unlucky, drinking cold water will clog his teeth.
Master Jin stood up in frustration, rubbed his suddenly sore ribs, and was about to curse.
But I found that I was no longer breathless, and my heart, which used to beat the drum, returned to normal and was beating at a stable and powerful frequency.
If he had been shown a mirror at this moment, he would have found that his originally pale face had turned rosy, and his bloodless lips had begun to recover.
But he obviously had no time to pay attention to this. As soon as he recovered, he pushed away the waiter who helped him and ran to the stands.
The first person he was looking for was Lei Hu, Inspector Zonghua.
At this moment, the powerful man's face was as black as an iron pot, and his eyes seemed to be about to spit out thunder.
He glared at Master Jin and made him break into a cold sweat.
Of course Master Jin knows the reason. Who is Lei Huhu? If you just say a word, Hong Kong Island will be shaken.
He is the true emperor of black and white, and others must play and act according to his rules.
Otherwise, Thunder Tiger will flip the table with you every minute. If he flips the table, no one will have to play.
This man attaches great importance to order. Now that he is here to watch the ceremony, the scene is so unbearable that a conflict is about to break out. He is such an old man sitting here and someone is causing trouble. This is not giving him face.
Moreover, in his opinion, it was not Thirteen who had lost his face, but Yamamoto Masahito and Shiye Jin.
Are you setting up such a stage for me to come up and embarrass myself? Lei Hu was furious. At the moment, he could only watch and couldn't do anything else.
If he takes action, what will all the newspapers in Hong Kong write tomorrow, saying that Inspector Zonghua colluded with the members of the society to fight and kill? With such explosive news, there are so many newspapers in Hong Kong, and they are burning one after another. How can they survive? And if he really takes action, what will those foreigners think of him?Although he has great power, there is also a boss above him. Even in his office, there is a portrait of the boss's wife hanging high.
In this way, the look he looked at Master Jin became even more ferocious, truly like a tiger.
Master Jin immediately understood that he should have only three words to calm the tiger in front of him. If any of the words were sloppy or made a mistake, Inspector Zonghua would immediately fall out.
nervous!nervous!nervous!
Even though Master Jin was eloquent, it was not the first time he had gone to negotiate with dozens of other people by himself, but he still couldn't help but feel uneasy in front of Lei Hu.
These will be three sentences about He Lisheng, as well as his own future and career!
Master Jin took a deep breath, opened his mouth and spit out a bloody arrow.
As his bloated body fell, the tense atmosphere suddenly froze.
In the silence, Lei Hu wiped his face and didn't react until he saw the scarlet in his hand.
"There is an assassin!" An aging figure immediately stood in front of him and whispered: "Brother Luo, there is a master here."
"How high?" He became calmer at this time.
The old man's figure was a little stooped. He glanced at Master Jin's face, which had turned as red as a pig's liver, and then lowered his voice, "You're not below me."
"Then hurry up!"
Things have gone wrong. These dwarf mules are filming and fighting here. If these upper-class people still stay here, their faces will inevitably be stained with blood.
The lining can be stained with blood, but blood on the face will not look good.
All I can do now is to walk quickly, change my clothes, and pretend that I haven't been here today and I don't know Yamamoto Masahito.
Lei Hu turned around and saw the superintendents still sitting in their seats, at a loss.
He immediately shouted: "Sir, Run!"
After saying that, he didn't care whether these people understood his accented English, he stood up and left.
There was chaos in the stands. Although these men were not shouting, they all looked nervous and walked in a hurry.
And in the corner of the stand, as a burst of white smoke dissipated, Yin Xiu's true body appeared. The "chic" before disappeared without a trace.
"I'm going to attack you. Normally, everyone pretends to be an upper class person and wears a suit and tie to pretend to be a gentleman. But now, aren't they all running faster than a chicken?"
Yin Xiu didn't care about these detectives or justices of the peace, he went straight to the long table.
Over there, there were several people from the Pan-Asian Chamber of Commerce, some of whom he knew, such as the two people who played chess in the club that day, and the bastard who shot knives at him.
There were a few others that he didn't recognize. Maybe there was that "Smith" hidden among those people.
Yin Xiu walked against the edge of the stands, and the road ahead was clear for a moment, without any obstacles. No one had the energy to pay attention to him, and they were all busy running for their lives.
At this moment, his heart palpitated inexplicably, and a faint fragrance of tuberose came faintly.
Yin Xiu immediately rolled forward, golden light burst out from his back, and the Six Ding Protective Curse spontaneously ignited without fire.
Feeling the strong wind behind her, Yin Xiu turned around without hesitation and raised his hand, and five bloody arrows shot out, piercing the man's face.
Until then, Yin Xiucai caught a glimpse of the man's face and figure still hidden under his cloak, unable to see anything clearly, like a ghost from the night.
At this extremely close distance, the man swayed slightly and easily dodged the blood arrow.
Then he stretched out his hand, and the pale, dry hand with sharp knuckles reached towards Yin Xiu.
It's still the same as before, irresistible and unstoppable.
But Yin Xiu can't be said to be completely different from before, but it can be regarded as a big change.
Taking half a step forward, Yin Xiu's figure suddenly froze, as if the music had missed a beat, and moved towards the person in a very strange way.
Two black lights flowed out of his sleeves, streaking across the sky like shooting stars.
The sound of gold and iron interlacing sounded. Yin Xiu and the man passed each other, and a piece of black nails flew out.
The man was stunned for a moment, looked at the finger missing a nail, and ran forward without thinking, leaving Yin Xiu behind.
"Hmph, want to go?"
Yin Xiu turned around and chased after him, only to see two people on the main stand leaping high and rushing towards him. They were the two brothers who were playing chess that day.
At the same time, a dozen points of cold light spread out like a fishing net, shrouding Yin Xiu in it. They were flying knives!
"Hey, want to come?"
Yin Xiu pulled away and retreated, turned over and got into the crowd.
The three people who had suddenly attacked him looked at each other, then nodded tacitly, covering each other and chasing Yin Xiu.
As long as the crowd is cleared, the three of them can definitely take down Yin Xiu!
At the same time, compared to the panic of the big shots in the main stand, those in the other stands were much calmer - they were still sitting on their chairs.
I haven’t seen such a big scene in a long time! Harmony prevails over internal strife, and one's own people fight against one's own. If I don't witness it with my own eyes, no one will take me with me when we chat in the future.
It’s not like he’s going to kill me, so why should I follow him? I'm the youngest here. None of the older brothers have left. I'm the only one leaving. Wouldn't that be very rude of me?
……
Except for those swordsmen and ambush soldiers who had missions, everyone else in the stands stood still.
Everyone's eyes were just staring at Yamamoto Masahito and Thirteen, for fear that they would miss something.
In the center of the field, Masahito Yamamoto looked at the panicked main stand, then at Thirteen, with a cruel smile on his face.
"You've messed up my affairs. You can't survive on Hong Kong Island. Even if I don't deal with you, which big shot in the stands over there can kill you with just one finger?"
"I know."
Thirteen showed a bright, beautiful smile.
"So I brought two coffins, one for each of us."
(End of this chapter)
