Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Kowloon Walled City was so small, and Little Mark's reputation spread quickly, even to the Red Sticks and Xiang Boss, the leader of the Sun Yee On.

It is impossible for the leader to turn a blind eye to the appearance of such a capable fighter in his territory.

Early in the morning, Boss Xiang called over two of his younger brothers.

"Ah Gui, Ah Fu, the two of you, go and invite Brother Xiao Ma from Pig Head Lane, and remember to be polite.

I heard that Xiao Ma has a bad temper. If his head is blown up, you have to pay for the medicine yourself..."

Boss Xiang was obviously in a good mood, joking with his two younger brothers with great interest.

A strange and arrogant cry came from a distance.

"Boss Xiang, long time no see, how are you?

Hey, let’s eat Dorayaki…”

The man had a hideous scar on his face, half of his hair was long and the other half was bald, his appearance was quite strange.

This person is none other than Sang Biao, the boss of Yau Ma Tei.

In a noodle shop in Zhutou Lane.

Curly Chen took a cloth bag and handed it to He Daqing.

He Daqing opened a corner of the cloth bag and took a look inside.

The cloth bag was filled with letter papers, which were densely written on. They should be the various intelligence collected by Curly Chen.

He Daqing calmly placed a small cloth bag on the table, which contained the remaining more than 1,000 Hong Kong dollars.

“The rest of the protection money is all in there.

From now on you will be the boss of the Wild Dog Brotherhood. The protection fees you collect every month will be enough to fund your intelligence gathering, and the organization will not give you any additional funding.

Don't be ungrateful. Excluding the normal gang expenses, you will have at least eighteen hundred yuan more a month.

If the organization knew about this, they might ask you to hand over a thousand or eight hundred dollars.

I won’t report any amount you charge.

The lady boss of the noodle shop is a nice person. If you have such an idea, just live with her. How can you do that without some money?

Okay, stop talking nonsense, I'm leaving.

Next time, if someone comes to make a contact, I will ask him to find the noodle shop owner..."

As soon as He Daqing finished speaking, nearly twenty thugs stood outside the noodle shop.

Everyone's eyes were on He Daqing, and He Daqing knew at a glance that they were targeting him.

He reached out to stop Curly-haired Chen from speaking and lowered his voice.

"Don't interfere with my affairs. Don't forget your mission."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he walked towards the thugs.

The leader looked at the fat black man in front of him and said:

"Little Pony, huh?

We are Xiang Lao's people. You are not welcome in Kowloon Walled City.

Come on, we brothers will take you out."

He Daqing nodded without saying anything, and walked out under the escort of the traitors.

Perhaps it was because he was too good at fighting, causing the leader of Kowloon City to feel a sense of crisis?

Never mind. I don’t plan to stay here anyway and I have other things to do.

Just after leaving Kowloon Walled City, there was a crossroads. Except for the one I came from, the remaining three intersections were all blocked by people.

The leader had a hideous scar on his face, half of his face had long hair and the other half was bald, and he looked like a joke.

He Daqing recognized the man next to him. Wasn’t he Sang Kun, who was chased and beaten by him to Yau Ma Tei yesterday?

That explains it. The man with the scar on his face must be Sang Biao. He must have bribed the leader of Kowloon Walled City by some means.

Sang Biao grinned and hooked his finger at He Daqing.

"I heard that you are good at fighting, right?"

He Daqing grinned and took out a brick from his bag.

Sang Biao laughed even more unscrupulously.

"Look, look, this is an attempt to kill someone..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the fat black man opposite him throwing a brick at him.

Sang Biao opened his mouth wide. The brick in front of him made him feel like he had no way to avoid it.

Damn it, why can I hear the sound of bricks breaking through the air?

There was a sound of "poof~".

Half of Sang Biao's head was smashed off, and red and white splashed all over Sang Kun's face.

The scarred half of Sang Biao's face and the bald part were both smashed away by He Daqing's brick.

He Daqing did a good thing as he gave Sang Biao plastic surgery in disguise.

At least, now Sang Biao has a handsome face on half side with flowing long hair, and the other half of his head is inlaid with a brick, which has a high artistic value.

He Daqing rubbed his hands together to wipe off the dust on his hands.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he swept over the attackers present.

"I, Liu Dehua, hate it most when someone screams in front of me. I will beat anyone who dares to scream to death."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he walked straight to Sang Biao's body and patted Sang Kun's face.

"Sangkun, do you have something to say? Shout!

Oh, I peed, haha!

With just this little ability, you want to join a club?

Go home and drink your milk!"

After He Daqing finished speaking, he slapped Sang Kun and swept him aside like garbage.

He patted Brother Crow’s big bald head again, held it and shook it hard a few times.

"Crow, you are quite noisy, aren't you? Why don't you say anything?

what?

Mute?

Useless stuff! "

As usual, He Daqing slapped Brother Crow aside.

He exerted force with his feet, jumped onto the hood of a car, and with a big stride, stepped onto the roof.

He Daqing stood on a high place, looking down at the group of desperate people.

"Aren't you going to chop me?

Come on~

You trash!

There is no one who can fight!"

He Daqing kicked hard and collapsed the roof of the car.

"You bunch of idiots should remember this, in front of my little brother Ma!

No one should yell at me!

Otherwise, I can kill you in one go!"

He Daqing pulled out a ruby-studded kerosene lighter from his pocket and, with a "click", lit a cigarette.

The scene was completely silent, with only the sound of He Daqing playing with the lid of his lighter.

"pat~"

"pat~"

Just like the heartbeat of everyone!

No one dared to breathe, for fear of angering the madman on the roof...

It was not until He Daqing jumped off the roof of the car and disappeared into the distance that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did Sang Kun dare to cry out loud.

"Brother, brother, you died miserably!

What shall I do if you leave?"

At night, in a funeral hall, Sang Kun, dressed in mourning, rubbed his sore knees, and finally sent all the guests away.

Sang Kun sighed, and finally understood what it meant when people left and the tea was forgotten.

What a bunch of beasts. Normally they don't dare to speak loudly to me, Sangkun, but now they are all acting like a group.

Fortunately, when Sang Biao was alive, he had accumulated some connections and some money, so no one took advantage of his misfortune to cause trouble for Sang Kun.

As for revenge? It's simply ridiculous. Who would go to provoke a desperado like Xiao Ma Ge just for a dead person?

Which of those big guys didn't tell his subordinates not to yell in front of Xiao Ma Ge?

He Daqing walked out from the darkness of the mourning hall, lit a stick of incense in front of Sang Kun, and bowed towards Sang Biao's coffin.

Then he said lightly:

“Ah Kun, Sang Biao told me!

He asked my brother Ma to help him spend the remaining money he had left in this world.

Go ahead and bring me the money..."