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Dasang was unmoved at all, he stretched out his hand to touch his face, then pointed at the crowd and said, "To tell you the truth, my tongue has been twisted since I was born in Dasang, and I don't know how to turn to speak."

Speaking of this, Dasang stood up from the chair and straightened his clothes at the same time: "My Dasang has a large number of people, and if anyone refuses to accept it. At worst, I will split up and switch to other gangs. I believe that many forces will welcome me .”

After finishing speaking, Dasang cast a cold look at the people sitting there, and then left the box surrounded by his subordinates.

"Crack," Feilong shouted, looking at Dasang's back, "Who the hell are you scaring? There are more people than people!"

Hearing Feilong's scolding sound behind him, Dasang just turned around and nodded his little finger at Feilong, then disappeared at the door of the box without looking back.

"This kid is getting more and more unruly. It's really a bad world. Brother Tian, ​​what do you think we should do?" Looking at the empty door of the box, Uncle Xing turned his head to look at Ren Qingtian whose smile never disappeared.

Feilong and Abert also looked at Ren Qingtian.

Ren Qingtian shook his head with a smile, fingering the mouth of the glass poured with red wine in front of him and slowly turning it around: "Assume we are the best at collecting arrogant people and people who eat inside and outside, just watch, this kid is arrogant It won't be long. Well, let's not talk about this, let's continue eating."

For some reason, Abert, who was sitting across from Ren Qingtian, felt that the other party gave him a special look when he said the word "bad inside out", which made him feel nervous for a while.

It's just that as everyone ate, drank and chatted, this emotion quickly disappeared.

More than two hours later, looking at the box where the wine was scattered, Ren Qingtian no longer had the kind smile he always kept in front of outsiders, but just quietly stared at the messy table without saying a word.

Spicy Chicken and Chen Yongren didn't speak, and the room with only three people fell into deathly silence.

Chapter 139 The Death of the Massacre

Finally, Ren Qingtian's hoarse and sharp unique voice broke the silence in the box: "Dasang is indeed very arrogant, but it is also normal. Besides making money, this kid usually recruits soldiers and horses, so he has the capital of being arrogant. But what? , I can't let him continue to be so arrogant, otherwise, what will the brothers below think of me, what do you think I should do?"

After hearing this, Spicy Chicken immediately took over the topic: "Boss, leave it to me. I'll take someone to hack that bastard to death."

"Crazy," Ren Qingtian glared at the spicy chicken: "We are our own people after all, how can we take action against our own people. To do it, it's best to have some fresh faces."

When he said this, Ren Qingtian looked at Chen Yongren.

Chen Yongren smiled: "I see, Brother Tian, ​​leave it to me."

"Well, I don't worry about you doing business."

A few days later, Repulse Bay Garden on Lai King Road, a lively home with a big funeral.

"Brother Sang, my name is Fatty. Knowing that Brother Sang is your birthday today, Brother Tian specially asked me to give you a present."

Dasang casually glanced at the hard-packed gift box and the overstuffed fruit basket in the opponent's hand, twitched the corners of his mouth, and nodded at Fat Boy with a half-smile: "Say to Brother Tian for me. Thanks."

"Okay, then I won't bother Brother Sang and you are happy." Fat Boy looked at Da Sang and the card players around him, and hurriedly left.

"Crack!"

"Huh." Looking at the closed door, the fat boy wiped his sweaty forehead, turned his head to look around, found no one, and hurried up the corridor.

"Brother Ren."

"Well, did the gift come in?"

"Send it in."

"Did he find a problem?"

"No, he doesn't bother to touch the gift from Brother Tian at all."

"Hehe, isn't this very good."

On the rooftop, standing under the scorching sun with his hands in his pockets, Chen Yongren felt the breeze blowing his hair from time to time, smiled and shook his head.

Patting Fat Boy on the shoulder, Chen Yongren took out his mobile phone in front of him, found the other party's number and pressed it: "Hey, Lu Sir, do me a favor."

Seeing Fat Boy's surprised expression, Chen Yongren smiled lightly, and slowly put away his phone: "Don't ask anything, you haven't heard anything, and you will know later. Now, you can see it with me right here. Just a good show."

"I see, Brother Ren." The fat boy wiped the sweat from his forehead again, but he didn't know if it was from the sun or for some other reason.

More than ten minutes later, in Dasang's room, a subordinate who was standing in front of the window and blowing the air suddenly ran to Dasang's side and said, "Boss, the messenger is downstairs."

Dasang gave his subordinates an angry look, and said indifferently: "You are afraid of a fart, we neither sell medicine nor kidnap, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

After a while, someone rang the doorbell: "Ding Dong, Ding Dong."

Under the signal of the funeral, one of his subordinates went to open the door, and saw more than a dozen plainclothes standing at the door, and the leader of the man rushed to the people in the room with a paper and said, "Police, this is a court search warrant. Who is the landlord, we will enter the house and search."

Dasang walked up to the police arrogantly, pointed at himself: "Of course it's me, do you think they look like landlords?"

The leading man nodded and waved to the colleagues behind him.A group of plainclothes immediately entered the house and began to search the room carefully, especially the boxes of gifts placed on the coffee table in the living room.

Dasang didn't care at all, just watched them search casually.

But the next moment, Dasang's expression changed. He saw in disbelief that a plainclothes took out bags of white medicine from the bottom of a fruit basket.

"Sir, there is a discovery!"

"Fuck," Dasang cursed secretly, and quickly walked over to explain: "Officer, this thing is not mine, it was given to me by someone else."

While saying this, the fat boy just now and Ren Qingtian's smiling appearance flashed in Dasang's mind.

The leading man smiled: "Why don't you go to the judge and say it."

Dasang took a deep breath and looked at the other party: "That is to say, don't give me face."

"Hehe, you'd better let the judge give you face."

"Okay," Dasang nodded with a sneer, looked at the plainclothes gradually surrounding him, and suddenly threw a heavy punch: "Fuck you."

Dasang's heavy punch was like a signal, and his group of men who had been ready to move rushed up to push away the cheap ones who surrounded Dasang, and wrestled with them fiercely.

"Brother Sang, hurry up and go."

"We'll help you block them."

"Brother Sang, go to the kitchen."

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Under the protection of these loyal brothers, Dasang quickly rushed into the kitchen and closed the kitchen door.Then, Dasang opened the window, looked at the police cars and policemen downstairs, looked up at the quiet roof, and quickly climbed out of the window.

Dasang's climbing speed was very fast, and he grabbed the beam protruding from the roof of the building in a short while.Just as the great mourner was about to grab the beam and climb up to the roof, a handsome smiling face and a fat head suddenly appeared in front of him: "Brother Sang, remember me."

"Yes, it's you, so it's you." Looking at these two faces, especially Chen Yongren's handsome face, Dasang finally knew who was behind his back.Of course he knew Chen Yongren. Although Chen Yongren was relatively low-key after joining the Hongtian Gang, his reputation was too loud.

Looking at Dasang, whose expression was first surprised and then terrified, Chen Yongren shrugged with a smile: "I'm sorry, Brother Sang, Brother Tian asked me to say hello to you for him. If you want revenge, you can find him in the future."

After the words fell, Chen Yongren stretched out his right hand, pressed on the opponent's head, and pushed down hard.