Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

He Xin stood among the corpses, looking at the broken bodies and arms scattered all over the ground, and couldn't help but sigh.

Since the founding of Haojing, gangs have often fought fiercely for territory, but most of the cases were serious injuries and there were very few deaths. Today was the first time that Haojing had a fight, with corpses everywhere, which was a horrific sight.

The survivors were lying on the ground crying for help. He Xin finally didn't have the heart to ignore them and went back to the hotel to call the hospital.

The two hospitals in Haojing will no longer have peace tonight. Before the current wave of injured are dealt with, the next wave arrives, and the busy doctors and nurses are cursing.

The Fu family's old house is easy to find. It is located on the north side of Taipa Island, not far from Fisherman's Wharf. The Fu family's mansion has a history of hundreds of years. The reason why it is so close to the wharf may be to prepare for escape at any time.

Guo Yingnan and Ye Han were sitting in the living room of the Fu family, with Liu Bo, the Fu family's housekeeper, standing next to them. They had been there for half an hour, but Fu Laorong had not come down to see them.

Uncle Liu had a bitter look on his face and bowed repeatedly to Guo Ye and the others.

"My dear bosses, I've already told you that my master hasn't been sleeping well these past two days. The doctor prescribed some medicine, and he took it early today and went to bed. Now he won't wake up even if I call him. Why don't you two go back? Don't worry, as soon as my master wakes up, I'll show him your visiting card and contact you later, okay?"

Ye Han sat on the sofa with a serious expression, and Guo Yingnan said with a playful smile.

"Uncle Liu, this is a matter of life and death. You'd better wake up Master Fu. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, Master Fu will regret it."

A slightly old voice sounded.

"What's so serious about human lives? The sky isn't falling."

Guo Yingnan and Ye Han stood up slowly. The door curtain of the back hall was lifted, and Fu Laorong came out slowly in pajamas, holding a string of Bodhi Buddhist beads in her hand.

Fu Laorong is the second-generation gambling king of Macau. He is definitely a senior of Guo Yingnan and Ye Han, especially Ye Han. He once studied under Fu Laorong's junior brother Qu Ziqi. In fact, he should call Fu Laorong "uncle master".

"Rong Bo."

"Uncle."

Fu Laorong had a serious look on his face. He held the Buddhist beads in one hand and pressed them down with the other, meaning that he should sit down without being polite.

Guo Yingnan and Ye Han did not sit down, but stood aside with their hands behind their backs.

Fu Laorong forced a smile on his face.

"Anan, Ahan, one of you is the leader of the Dongxing Society. If he stomps his foot in Hong Kong, even the Governor's Office will shake. The other is the gambling king of Asia. What brought you two to this old man's house?"

Guo Yingnan pulled Ye Han, meaning to let Ye Han speak first. Ye Han knew that, after all, he was Fu Laorong's nephew, so he spoke out first, and Guo Yingnan was just trying to figure it out. Maybe Fu Laorong would agree if he was happy.

Ye Han was about to speak when he heard someone exclaim outside the door.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, are you injured? Why is half your body covered in blood?"

"Master, tell us who dares to touch Tai Sui? We will kill him."

Following the sound, four or five armed bodyguards came in with Fu Nianzu. Fu Laorong saw that his son's face was pale, blood splattered on his face, and half of his clothes were soaked in blood.

He was startled and quickly grabbed Fu Nianzu and asked.

"Azu, what happened? What did you do?

After Fu Nianzu unbuttoned his shirt collar, he sat on the sofa and took a breath before speaking.

"Father, this is bad. That Qin guy is simply not a human. He chopped off Wang Lang's head with one blow. It's too cruel, too cruel."

Fu Nianzu's eyes were wide open and his whole body was trembling. The scene of him looking back just before escaping seemed to reappear in front of his eyes.

Countless men in black surrounded the devil-like young man like ants, with countless scimitars and axes raised high, waiting to fall.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a dazzling knife light passed through the crowd. Fu Nianzu was horrified to see countless broken bodies and arms flying high into the air, and blood sprayed into mist. All the men in black were cut in half by the sword, and in the end, only the devil-like young man was left standing.

Fu Nianzu suddenly curled up into a ball, lying on the sofa, and kept shouting, "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

Fu Laorong's face turned pale. He turned around and looked at Ye Han and Guo Yingnan fiercely.

"You guys? You're here to plead for that little bastard, right?"

Ye Han's face changed, and he was about to nod when Guo Yingnan pulled him and stood in front of him. He said to Fu Laorong with a grin.

"Plead? What are you begging for? Old Ye and I saw that the moonlight was beautiful tonight, so we wanted to come see you and have a drink with you."

Fu Laorong was so angry that he laughed. Does Guo Yingnan take me for a fool? It's raining heavily outside. Where is your grandma's moon?

At this time, a bodyguard ran in and whispered to Fu Laorong.

"Master, there's a call from the Fengjing Hotel. The Youlian Hotel is finished. More than 300 people were killed or injured. I heard that the group hijacked a car and seems to be heading towards the old house."

Fu Laorong's face was terribly gloomy, and he suddenly shouted.

"Xu Kun, come in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a muscular man with a submachine gun in his hand strode in and shouted in a muffled voice.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Fu Laorong asked in a deep voice.

"How many bodyguards are there in the house now?"

Xu Kun thought about it.

"Including me, there are thirty-seven in total."

Fu Laorong waved his hand.

"An enemy is coming to kill us. Immediately distribute all the pistols. You can go on a killing spree tonight. Go ahead."

Xu Kun laughed heartily, his muscles bulging.

"Come on! No matter how many come, I can shoot them all."

At this time, Guo Yingnan and Ye Han remembered the submachine gun in his hand, and they looked at each other in horror. This matter was getting bigger and bigger. It seemed that Brother Qin was leading his men to the Fu family's old house. His purpose was self-evident. It was too embarrassing for the two of them to be here.

Fu Laorong turned around, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this the Judiciary Police? I'm Fu Laorong. Send a team of police officers to the old house. Yes, immediately!"

He glanced at Guo Yingnan and Ye Han, thought for a moment, stretched out his hand to call over Liu Bo, and whispered a few words in his ear. Liu Bo hesitated for a moment and whispered.

"Master, has it come to this?"

Fu Laorong's face was solemn.

"It's not that a fierce dragon can't cross the river. We are reluctant to break the bottles and jars here in Haojiang, but I doubt that other people don't have so many scruples. The purpose of this Qin coming to Haojiang is to come for our Fu family.

Over the years, our Fu family has become so powerful that we can be said to have a firm grip on everything. Half of the people in Haojiang depend on our Fu family for food, and the other half are scheming to replace us.

More than half of the Youlian Hall's thugs were killed or injured. Who in the local area would be so generous...?"