Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 413 Street Rules

Day two.

Ye Shaohong went to the trading company very early. He first made himself a cup of tea, and then took the teacup to the window.

Looking out the window, I saw the Cinque de la Cerro ...

Because the ballroom is not open during the day, the doors of the Cinque Terreux Ballroom were locked at this time.

On the road, vehicles and pedestrians come and go in an endless stream.

When they pass by the entrance of the Cinque Terrell, people often stop and rest.

Looking towards the magnificent golden entrance to the ballroom, a hint of greed and envy unconsciously crept into his eyes.

Suddenly, three black Ford sedans drove up from the street in the distance.

As the vehicle stopped, a dozen or so gangsters dressed in black, with various guns at their waists, got out one after another.

They stood in two rows, one on the left and one on the right, at the door of the car in the middle.

One of them stepped forward, opened the back door, and then a slightly overweight, kind-looking middle-aged or elderly man got out.

He was dressed in a brocade robe and held a mahogany cane.

This man was Zhang Xiaolin, one of the three giants of the Shanghai Green Gang.

After regaining his footing, he didn't rush to act immediately. Instead, he first raised his head and looked at the signboard of the Cinque Terrell Ballroom.

After a cold laugh, Zhang Xiaolin raised his hand and waved it lightly. Four of the dozen or so gang thugs guarding his sides automatically stepped forward.

The four men walked up to the high platform at the threshold of the Cinque Terrell ballroom, raised their fists, and started smashing them loudly. They made a lot of noise when they attacked.

This caused passersby to stop and gather around to watch.

"Who are these people? They actually dare to bring people to cause trouble at the Cinque Terrell Ballroom. Are they tired of living?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Do you know who that guy is? He's Zhang Xiaolin, one of the three big bosses of the Shanghai Green Gang. This Cindy Ballroom is his territory too."

"Is this Zhang Xiaolin? He seems quite amiable, unlike the rumors."

"Hmph, he's just got a good-looking face, but actually, he's a person..."

Zhang Xiaolin naturally noticed the onlookers' comments, but he didn't care at all. Holding his cane, he continued to stare coldly ahead.

"Oh shit."

"What are you banging on so early in the morning?" "Don't you know whose territory this is?"

A series of frantic knocks finally woke up the staff stationed inside the Cinque Terrell Ballroom.

As the cursing began, a young man in his twenties, dressed in black, opened the dance hall door from the inside. Just as he was about to continue cursing, one of the four gang thugs brought by Zhang Xiaolin raised his hand and slapped the young man.

"Snapped!"

After a sharp crack, the young man fell to the ground.

Only then did he look up and see the person in front of him clearly, and see Zhang Xiaolin standing next to the car outside the gate.

"Master Zhang?"

"Oh, Master Zhang, please spare me! I really didn't know it was you."

"If I had known, I would have opened the door for you long ago." Facing Zhang Xiaolin, the young man dared not show the slightest shame or anger. He scrambled to his feet in a flash and rushed out the door, wanting to curry favor with Zhang Xiaolin.

But Zhang Xiaolin couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

After frowning, two gang thugs grabbed the man and threw him to the ground.

Then, Zhang Xiaolin, under the protection of his bodyguards and thugs, entered the Xianles Ballroom.

Those outside the door had no idea what was happening inside.

Ten minutes later.

Zhang Xiaolin walked out of the Xianles Ballroom with a displeased expression, followed by Zhuang Yifan and his men, who escorted him all the way.

After Zhang Xiaolin got into the car, Zhuang Yifan took a wooden box from the person next to him.

It was placed directly next to Zhang Xiaolin.

He lowered his voice and said a few words briefly. Then Zhang Xiaolin, along with his bodyguards and thugs, started the car and drove away.

At the street corner, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

At this moment, the young man who had opened the door to the Xianles Ballroom for Zhang Xiaolin earlier also walked over with a fawning smile.

He moved closer to Zhuang Yifan, bowing and scraping as he recounted what had happened.

Zhuang Yifan nodded.

Then he turned around and looked at the person next to him, saying something with a cold expression.

After he finished speaking, Zhuang Yifan, along with most of his entourage, re-entered the Cinque Terrell Ballroom.

The two thugs who remained kicked the young man who opened the door to the ground.

They started punching and kicking.

In just a few minutes, the man's face was covered in blood, and his body collapsed to the ground like a boiled shrimp.

Just then, someone threw two wooden sticks out of the Cinque de la Cour.

The stick fell to the ground at the front gate.

The two men in tight-fitting clothes who were beating the young man grinned maliciously, picked up sticks from the ground, and in front of the onlookers, raised their hands and slammed them hard into the young man's arms.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Two sharp cracks rang out, and the sticks the two men were holding snapped in two.

The young man who was beaten let out a shrill wail and scream before collapsing to the ground.

His two arms were visibly broken.

That wasn't all. After beating the young man, the two men in black, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, first dropped the broken sticks they were holding, then looked up and spat a thick wad of phlegm at the young man lying on the ground.

They muttered a few words to themselves.

Then one of them reached into his pocket, pulled out a dozen or so silver dollars, and threw them at the fallen young man.

The two of them didn't look at the young man again and turned to enter the Cinque Terrell ballroom.

The gate was closed again.

Their departure caused the young man, who was lying on the ground, to let out a series of piercing howls and screams.

Ye Shaohong could still faintly hear the man's howling.

"Big brother, big brother, I was wrong."

"Please let me off this time, I promise I'll never do it again."

"I'm someone you personally recruited, please give me another chance."

Just a moment ago, he was so obsequious and shameless in front of Zhang Xiaolin; now he was just as miserable and desolate.

But the doors of the Cinque de la Cour have never been opened since they were closed.

A few minutes later.

Seeing the young man screaming so desperately, and still no one coming out of the Cinque Terre, a few street thugs ran out from the crowd.

They walked over to the young man who had collapsed to the ground.

First, mimicking the actions of the two who had just left, they spat a thick wad of phlegm at the young man, then proceeded to punch and kick him. After picking up the scattered silver dollars from the ground, the street thugs laughed and walked away arm in arm.

The spineless young man, who still wanted to have his cake and eat it too and try to curry favor with Zhang Xiaolin, coughed up blood and collapsed unconscious on the main road...