Chapter 109
No matter how many years have passed, the world will always be the same world, full of intrigues and intrigues.
Some people use swords and guns to become famous, and some people can stir up bloodshed with just their mouth.
In the midst of the feasting and feasting, countless heroes were like crucian carp crossing the river, ruling the roost in this land, leaving behind countless legends and poems, and then died on the streets and disappeared with just a turn.
There is no shortage of heroes and legends here, and Hong Sheng is one of them.
He made his debut at the age of 16. He became famous in a battle at the fruit bar in Tuen Mun. One man and a knife killed several bosses, old and new, and fled.
At that time, it was already the recognized double-flower red stick in Hong Kong and Kowloon. When the ceremony was held at the Guandi Temple that day, Chief Inspector Lei also sent a congratulatory gift to the ceremony.
At the age of 19, he won the first place in the Jianghu ranking competition and was elected as the second marshal by everyone, regarded as the future successor of Heli Sheng.
"It's a pity that Prince Sheng beat the then deputy police commissioner Smith to death because of a woman. Who was he? The top horse and right-hand man of the patrolman's first brother. When the boss lady came from Anglia, he was the number one on the station. Platoon shook hands with her.
Therefore, the patrol officers almost turned over the entire Hong Kong Island just to catch him. Under such circumstances, everyone could only run away. "
Fourth Master Jin exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at the stage dimly.
"I didn't expect that time would fly by so fast. Prince Sheng had been hiding from the limelight for ten whole years."
Yin Xiu paused and said, "I heard that that woman's death had something to do with you."
This was the news I got from Da Sang. Before Hong Sheng took the grass, his flag was actually at war with Fourth Master Jin.
However, people inside Heli Sheng were unwilling to mention the specific situation.
They no longer talk about the person who almost caused their name to be uprooted.
Nowadays, the person whose name is mentioned in the prefix is no longer named Hong. In the great storm, it was Hong Wu who finally took all the blame and was exiled to the South Pacific Islands. More than half of the strength of the association was lost.
No matter how majestic and brave Hong Sheng was back then, when he was mentioned internally, he was met with mixed praise and praise. They simply thought that he was dead. There had never been such a person, so they felt better.
Fourth Master Jin glanced at Yin Xiu. It was hard to tell whether it was anger or helplessness. He said lightly: "The world is like this. It is always said that disaster does not harm the children, but in fact, everyone is fighting so hard, who can do it?" Can you control it a lot?"
"I didn't ask anyone to do that thing back then, but the people under me didn't ask me before doing it. What did you ask me to say? If I told Prince Sheng that I didn't know anything about it, would he believe it? Or if I Leave the brothers below to him, bow your head to him and admit your mistake?"
Fourth Master Jin exerted his strength, and the pipe in his hand was broken into two pieces, "This is impossible. I said that Prince Sheng has a chivalrous spirit in him, but I don't have it? People nowadays think that money can be used for anything. Is it really that simple to settle things?"
While the two were talking, Fei Long, who had been playing mahjong, stood up. The Bohemian blanket dented with every step he took, and a huge shadow enveloped Yin Xiu and Jin Si Ye.
Fei Long first glared at Yin Xiu, then turned to Fourth Master Jin and said cheerfully: "Master Jin, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose. You know, I have limited mobility, so I can only use my ears and eyes." Practice better so that when someone cuts you down on the street, you will have a chance to run away."
Mr. Jin waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. Anyway, just ask someone about my old past. Can you hide it? I won't hide it either. Others can say whatever they want."
Feilong laughed even louder and sat down on the sofa. The sofa immediately sank and made a creaking scream.
Glancing at Yin Xiu again, he said slowly: "These boxers think they are invincible in the ring, but outside the ring, let alone a bullet, they are just a few short mules, each holding a watermelon knife. They don’t know how many times they are going to die. What’s the difference between lying there and a dead dog? What’s the air about them?”
Knowing that the words were meant for him, Yin Xiu didn't care. She just crossed her legs and put her hands on her knees.
When Fei Long saw this, he felt a surge of anger for some reason. Just as he was about to explode, he was stopped by Fourth Master Jin. "I will handle my boxers myself, and I have said that I respect them and will not use such despicable methods. Even if they die, I want them to die with dignity."
"What kind of respect does a dead person want..."
Halfway through Feilong's words, he couldn't help but swallow it again when he saw Fourth Master Jin's sharp-knife eyes.
"I said, I will handle my people myself."
Fourth Master Jin's eyes became softer again, and he smiled and said: "Fat man, I think your luck is pretty good today. If you don't hurry up and touch your hands a few times, everyone will be disappointed."
He pointed and walked into the room, lifting his pants, smiling broadly at Bai Mudan, and occasionally rubbing the steel teeth on his inner thighs.
Feilong shook his head, "Hey, I'm not lucky. Bai Mudan won the most. I don't know if that bitch got into trouble today, so I can get whatever I want."
Fei Long said this, but he still stood up. The sofa groaned again, and the crushed leather cushion slowly rebounded.
"Master Jin, let me go and fight first, and we can talk later?"
Fourth Master Jin nodded, "Let me team up with you. If you lose, it's mine. If you win, I'll share half of it."
"As expected of Mr. Jin, then I won't be polite, see if I don't win them all!"
The fat dragon rubbed it so hard that the boundaries between the joints were almost invisible, and trotted towards the card table. There was another dull thunder in the room.
At this time, the match on the boxing ring had already decided the winner. Amid the exclamations of the audience, Shuang Daohui was kicked off the stage by Hong Sheng and fainted.
"Oh shit!"
Gangya Bing slapped a piece of mahjong on the table and cursed angrily: "Shuang Daohui, Shuang you are so stupid! He fell asleep as soon as he lay down, and as for me, tens of thousands of dollars have been wasted!"
Sanggou counted the cards and said cheerfully: "Ah Bing, if you can't afford to lose, don't play. Everyone knows that the prince is the strongest, but you don't believe it, so you buy it for the odds. Now, it's okay, give it to me." Money!”
"I'm going to beat you up! Do you still want to criticize me at this time?"
"Why, can't I stand up to you?"
Both of them stood up immediately, and the atmosphere became tense.
"OK OK."
Fourth Master Jin was not surprised by this, and the anger between the two of them was suppressed as soon as he spoke.
"Why are you also the shareholders of Kowloon Boxing Arena? Isn't it a joke to make a fuss over tens of thousands of yuan and let others see it?"
He swept the scattered tobacco off the table, picked it up with his other hand, put it into his mouth and chewed it.
After a long while, he said: "Next week, I will give you a chance to recover your health. I will personally host it. The prince will fight against the emperor. How about it?"
As soon as he said this, many people in the box subconsciously licked their chapped lips.
(End of this chapter)