Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

Chapter 145 Chapter 144: Battle of Shatian
(Thank you Brother Xian for your support, thank you Brother Xian, little brother Ah Xian, a big thanks!)
Big D smiled grimly, raised the long knife in his hand, and walked forward without saying a word.

With a thin face on his hips, he turned the handle of the ax with the other hand, and the tip of the mountain ax supported the ground, spinning like a top.

There was still no movement from the Dongxing Society, but it did not disperse, like a wall, blocking the progress of Xinghe and everyone.

"Fall on the street!"

"Where did Dongxing Society go to find a group of dumb people?"

Seeing Big D approaching, Thin Face Dong complained loudly with an angry expression on his face.

"If you can't agree, don't talk!"

Big D glanced at the watch on his wrist, estimated the time when Languijie would arrive, pointed the knife forward, and shouted to Xinghe Mazi behind him: "Let's fight!".

Xinghe horse boys took out their white gloves from their pockets, put them on their left hands, grasped the long knives in their hands, and approached the Dongxing Society's human wall step by step.

Bai Ye had a cigar in his mouth, white smoke spewed out from his mouth, and the phone behind him rang one after another.

Che Zai took the elder brother and handed it to Master Bai.

Bai Ye glanced at Che Zai and motioned for him to answer the phone.

"Hello, that one?"

Che Zai picked up the phone and asked politely.

"It's me, tell Abai, start fighting!"

A short sentence indicates that there is no room for reversal in the dispute.

"I know, I will"

Che Zai only had time to say something, and the other party hung up the phone.

Ma Wenlong, the head of the big buffalo, held a baseball bat in his hand, and was covered in sweat as he watched Xing and Mazi get closer.

He is not afraid of the fork!
After all, it's my own job, fighting qi, fighting for horses, fighting for profit.

In the world of dwarf mules, the reasons for forks are varied and unpredictable, and there are thousands of reasons why you have to hit them.

But dwarf mules like to go up and down, not like to go down and go up.

The larger the community, the more horses, the greater the power.

In the face of absolute strength, any fancy schemes and schemes are clumsy superfluous.

Strength represents everything, and strength represents absolute power.

"Brother Long, what should we do? Do you want to fight?"

Wenlong's confidant younger brother looked at the menacing Xing and Ma Tsai, and then at the brothers behind him, thinking that the chances of winning were not great.

That's right, the Dongxing Society has been dawdling in Shatian, and it is the existence of the local emperor, but in the final analysis, it is bullying and bullying the neighbors.

Fortunately, there are enough people in Shatian and enough sources of income, so that the people in Dongxing Club live a good life and rarely go outside to cause trouble.

Of course, Sha Tin is just a poor place, incomparable with Yau Tsim Mong, Wanchai, Central and other fertile places.

Therefore, the big characters are unwilling to spend too much thought on it, unless someone is willing to take the initiative to plant a flag for the association.

However, if you have that strength, it is better to use it in Yau Tsim Mong to catch the head.

"Fight! It's okay not to fight now!"

"Go back and tell Uncle Niu."

With a stern look on Wen Long's face, he took the baseball bat on his shoulder and walked forward to meet him.

The two groups rushed together, the weapons in their hands hitting each other on each other's bodies.

Dongxing Society is the host, with a large number of people.

But the Dongxing Club had few fighters, most of them were horsemen in the stables. It was no problem to be an actor on weekdays, but if they really fought, they would be exposed.

"Brothers, kill the rotten boy of Dongxing Society for me."

"Xinghe planted the flag, if you don't want to die, get out!"

Big D kicked a Dongxing horse boy to the ground with one kick. Holding the long knife in his hand, he pointed at the onlookers and told them to leave quickly.

Seeing the excitement, the neighbors refused to let them watch, and immediately took the children home.

Thin-faced Dong also seemed to be mad, swiping the mountain axe and slashing at Wenlong, who fell back.

Those who can be a red stick with a prefix and a big bottom are not bad at their hands.

Whether the scene is maintained well or not is only related to whether there is too much oil and water, but if the skill at hand is not good, it is related to whether the life is still alive.

Quite a few dwarf mules who were not in the early stage thought that they would become famous in one battle, and become the new ax handsome, big boss Cheng, each holding a knife, waiting for these early celebrities to be ordered, and then go up to finish them.

The horse boys of Dongxing Society fell to the ground the moment they fought, lying on the ground moaning and screaming, and those who did not lie down were all wounded.

As for the horse boys of Xinghe, few fell to the ground, waving the guys in their hands, chasing and beating the bad boys of Dongxing Society.

"Wenlong, your men are so weak that they are lying all over the ground in just one round."

"It's still a fart, why don't we all go to the daily rental hotel to sell our butts!"

Thin-faced Dongkaishan's ax played with flowers, flying up and down into shadows, and Wenlong was defeated steadily, and he still had kung fu in his mouth, mocking Dongxing Society for being a bunch of soft bones.

Wen Long didn't scold back, and he didn't have the energy now.

Just resisting Thin Face Dong's mountain ax exhausted him, so he had time to fight.

With all his strength, Wen Long took the knife and slashed at Thin Face Dong's head, thinking that he should cut Slender Face back first.

But Thin Face Dong seemed to have seen through his little trick, the mountain ax in his hand turned quickly, the ax blade collided with the blade, sparks flew everywhere.

Both of them used % of their kung fu, neither giving in.

Even fools would not hold back their hands in a desperate situation!

Wen Long's knife was struck back by Thin Face Dong. Before Wen Long could react, Thin Face Dong left the ax handle with his right hand, turned his fist into a whip, and hit Wen Long.

Seeing this scene, Wen Long turned pale with fright, and quickly bent his arms upwards, barely able to block the blow.

Take advantage of your illness and kill you!
Seeing Wenlong's door was wide open, Thin Face Dong showed an evil smile, immediately raised his leg, and hit Wenlong's chest with a sharp knee bump.

At this time, Wen Long couldn't react anymore, he bent into a prawn and fell straight to the ground.

In less than three rounds, Dongxing's best red stick fell to the ground.

"Rely on riding a horse! With this little skill, I'm worthy of a fight with your old man. I don't know how to live or die."

Seeing Wen Long lying on the ground, Thin Face Dong spat a big mouthful of foam on him, and said disdainfully.

Come out to play, the hands are not hard enough, it is useless to talk about breaking the sky.

Thin-faced Dong rested for a while, picked up the mountain ax in his hand, and continued to search for new targets.

The big buffalo held the microphone with a livid face, and spoke in a slightly irritable tone.

"Boss Zhang, I have detained Guolanmei in Shatian as you ordered."

"But Xinghe refused to give up, and now he brought someone to kill him. It seems that I can't hold on for too long!"

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Zhen was sitting on the leather boss chair, enjoying the careful massage from the blond ghostly female secretary, not taking the big buffalo in the microphone seriously at all.

He picked up a grape, put it in his mouth, tasted it carefully, then picked up the microphone and replied lazily: "Don't be afraid!"

"Xinghe is not a tiger, and your Dongxing Society is not a cat."

"I put 200 million into your account to make up for your loss. When the matter is settled, I will leave it to you to wipe the dust."

"That's it, call me when you're done!"

Zhang Zhen hung up the phone without giving the buffalo a chance to speak.

(End of this chapter)