Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The bald man and his group looked at Tailor Wang, holding his weapons and rushing towards them aggressively. Their faces turned pale with fear and they couldn't stop backing away.

Tailor Wang watched the bald man retreat with a look of ecstasy on his face.

He had already thought in his mind that from now on, he would be the one to collect the protection fees for Goutou Lane.

With the income from the tailor shop and the protection fee, he could at least recruit a few more brothers who were good at fighting.

By that time, Wang the tailor could be considered a well-known figure in Kowloon Walled City.

Thinking of this, Tailor Wang tore open the collar of his shirt to make his chest hair more unruly so as to scare his neighbors.

By then, it will be easier to collect the protection fees.

Tailor Wang rushed to the door angrily, wanting to teach the bald guy a lesson, but found a fat black man blocking him.

You fat guy, how dare you block the way of me, the boss of Goutou Lane?

Tailor Wang took a pair of large scissors and stabbed He Daqing in the chest.

He Daqing didn't dodge or evade, but stared at Tailor Wang in a daze, as if he was frightened.

Just as the scissors were about to pierce He Daqing's chest, Tailor Wang turned his wrist, retracted the pointed end of the scissors, and pushed He Daqing heavily with his palm.

He Daqing didn't move at all, still looking so stupid.

Tailor Wang didn't believe it, so he pushed it again and even changed his hands.

A pair of slippers were propped up on the ground, leaving black marks, but they couldn't move He Daqing at all.

The angry tailor Wang picked up the scissors again and gestured at He Daqing.

He Daqing tilted his head, exposing his neck, and gestured to Tailor Wang.

"Come on, get in here!

There are large blood vessels here. Once you pierce it, the blood will all come out with a "plop" sound!

It’s fun, you should try it!

Quick, quick, stab it!"

After He Daqing finished speaking, he even took Tailor Wang's hand that was holding the scissors and tried to stab it towards his own neck.

Tailor Wang is, after all, a serious businessman, and usually he just engages in verbal battles with others at most.

At most they would push each other a few times and use their thick chest hair to scare others.

Suddenly, he ran into He Daqing, a tough guy, and was immediately unable to deal with him.

He Daqing also saw that Tailor Wang was just a bunch of weaklings. In fact, these people had no future. If they really had some ability, they would not stay in the most hopeless street like Goutou Lane.

Tailor Wang threw the scissors in his hand and started cursing.

"You idiot, stop blocking the door of my store and affecting my business!

Get out of the way, or I'll stab you to death!"

He Daqing stretched out his hand and slapped Tailor Wang in the face, neither too hard nor too light, mocking him jokingly.

"Come on, stab me to death!"

After saying that, there was another slap.

"You piece of trash, stab me to death!"

Then there was another slap, and Tailor Wang's face was swollen.

He Daqing gestured towards his throat with his head tilted and his mouth grinning, his sarcasm at its highest level.

"Mr. Wang, shouldn't you be called a turtle?

Come on, stab me to death!"

Tailor Wang was so angry at He Daqing that he clenched his teeth and his limbs trembled, but he didn't dare to really stab this damned He Daqing to death.

Tailor Wang had no idea where this fat man came from.

If he wasn't a member of the society, I would have to pay with my life if I stabbed him to death.

In the eyes of Tailor Wang, his life is much more valuable than this dead fat pig.

After all, Tailor Wang owns four shops, covering a total area of ​​hundreds of square meters. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the richest man in Goutou Lane.

Besides, Tailor Wang had just got a young and beautiful wife, and he hadn’t enjoyed the good life enough. It would not be worthwhile for him to fight to the death with this fat man in front of him.

You know, although Kowloon Walled City is a lawless area, it is not really unattended.

To outsiders, Kowloon Walled City is now the territory of the Sun Yee On gang.

The rules of the gangs are much more terrifying than those of the white world. If anyone dares to kill people in the streets of Kowloon Walled City, that would definitely be a disgrace to the Sun Yee On.

Killing the whole family is no joke. If you break the rules of the Sun Yee On, the whole family will definitely die together.

Tailor Wang slapped his head, he was almost irritated by the fat guy in front of him.

Why should I kill him?

I beat him half to death, but it doesn't count as violating the rules of the Sun Yee On.

Thinking of this, Tailor Wang gained confidence again. He clenched his fist and hit He Daqing's sarcastic face.

He Daqing reached out and grabbed Tailor Wang’s fist, then exerted a little force, causing Tailor Wang’s bones to crack.

"You bastard, you actually dared to do that!

Who gave you the courage?

what? "

As He Daqing cursed viciously, the strength in his hands increased.

Tailor Wang was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to scream. He collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, let me go, let me go..."

He Daqing relaxed a little and said with a smile:

"beg me!"

After saying that, he pushed harder.

This sudden shock caused Tailor Wang to cry due to the pain.

"Please, please, let me go!"

He Daqing slapped Tailor Wang to the ground and walked towards the tailor shop.

Wherever he went, apprentices in tailor shops retreated.

The owner of the tailor shop came to her senses at this time, pointed her finger and started cursing.

"You dead bastard..."

Before he could even utter the word, He Daqing slapped him in the face and sent him flying backwards.

He Daqing is a Buddhist and has always believed that all living beings are equal.

Regardless of gender, age or status, they will all be beaten.

He sat down at the counter, took out a ruby ​​kerosene lighter, and lit a cigarette for himself.

A puff of thick smoke came out, and the whole person was sublimated.

He Daqing likes this feeling the most, being the center of attention and making people tremble with fear with every move he makes.

After a while, He Daqing finally spoke:

"Good morning, fellow neighbors!

Curly Chen is my cousin, and I am Curly Chen's cousin!

My name is Andy Lau, you can call me Brother Ma.

I am now the boss of the Wild Dog Brotherhood. From now on, I, Brother Ma, will protect this street, Dog Head Lane!"

After He Daqing finished speaking, he bowed to his neighbors.

The neighbors looked at He Daqing expressionlessly, as if He Daqing's existence had nothing to do with them.

The bald guy was a little smarter and took the lead with a few of his brothers to cheer.

He Daqing was thick-skinned and didn't feel embarrassed at all even though no one cheered him on. He just pressed his hand down, signaling to the bald guy that it was enough and there was no need to cheer.

"Bald, according to the rules, how much protection money do Tailor Wang's four stores have to pay each month?"

The bald guy nodded and bowed, and he was quite good at being a lackey.

“In response to Brother Xiao Ma, the protection fee for a store is fifty yuan a month. Tailor Wang has four stores, so he has to pay two hundred yuan in protection fees.

By the way, Tailor Wang didn’t pay any protection fees last year, he should make up for it! "

He Daqing waved his hand.

"Let's not talk about the past, let's start from this month."

He Daqing helped Tailor Wang up from the ground and patted him on the shoulder.

"Tailor Wang, I'll give you two hundred yuan a month as protection fee, and I'll make you very lucky!"