Chapter 271 The Eve of the Storm Star Ferry Pier is crowded with tourists, and ships with only a few lights on are cruising on the sea, like huge ghosts, which makes people feel nervous.
Da Sang sat in the corner, looking at the sea, holding one bottle of beer after another without stopping.
After a while, there were piles of beer bottles at his feet, and the smell of alcohol went down his throat and went straight to his face, which was bright red.
He burped, and the moment he leaned back, he caught a glimpse of the person coming from the corner of his eye.
Thirteen is the only woman among the twelve Heli Sheng fits. In fact, she is also one of the few women who has the right to speak on Hong Kong and Kowloon.
If a woman wants to survive on the road, she must either sell her mind or her body.
Those who sell their brains can become masters of a society and play the role of planners if they get along well, but they usually don't come to the front of the stage.
Strictly speaking, a person who sells her body cannot be regarded as "hanging" on the road, because others will always look at her with colored glasses.
Only a woman like Thirteen will be respected by others. Even if they really quarrel, they will continue to talk dirty to her.
But that's what a short mule is like. If he doesn't curse a few words in a day, bringing someone else's female relative with him would be even worse than being stabbed.
Either you x me, or I x you. Once you get used to it, you won’t take it seriously.
What's more, Thirteen scolded others more harshly and cruelly. Gradually, others came to know that a good man would not fight with a woman and could not compete with her on the lips and teeth.
The two looked at each other, as if they didn't know each other, and Thirteen sat down at the other end of the bench with a cold face.
She was not in a hurry to talk to Da Sang. She just wiped the dust on her leather boots with her hands, and her earrings swayed with the movement of her head, looking nonchalant.
After Da Sang poured a few more sips of beer into his mouth, he put the bottle on the ground and looked at Thirteen.
"Why, Yin Xiu didn't come?"
Thirteen sneered, "If he comes, you will already be able to float on the water and run to Victoria Harbor in one go."
After hearing this, Da Sang couldn't help but chuckle, "Sister Thirteen, I weigh over 200 pounds, and no matter how good my Qinggong is, I still can't float."
As soon as these words came out, the two couldn't help laughing again, and the atmosphere seemed like two old friends chatting.
After a pause, the smile on Thirteen's face suddenly stopped.
Her tone also became colder, "If he comes, I will tell him that you were mine before and I will handle it myself."
Da Sang didn't take it seriously, "Yin Xiu is coming, and no one can stop him except Yamamoto Masahito. Even if I call a few swordsmen to protect me, I won't be able to escape death."
Thirteen snorted coldly, "Masahito Yamamoto? Do you think he will protect you? Don't forget, he will die too!"
"I know."
Da Sang took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and then took out a match and struck it on the sole of his shoe to make a fire.
But the wind was strong at the seaside, and the flames were blown out as soon as they appeared.
Somewhat annoyed, he took out another match, struck the sole of his shoe, quickly covered the match, and finally lit the cigarette.
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Exhaling a puff of smoke, Da Sang said calmly: "There are very few short mules on the streets now, especially those in [He Zi Dui]. In the usual bars and food stalls, you can't even see a single ghost!"
Everyone knows that a big storm is coming soon, and no one wants to get into trouble at this time. "
As he spoke, he glanced at Thirteen and frowned.
"Everyone also knows that no one will stand up to oppose Yamamoto Masahito's appointment as the speaker, but you are the only one. You must run out and die regardless.
Ants versus elephants, there are only a few of you, but your strength is greater than tens of thousands of people, and each of you can drown you with a mouthful of saliva! In addition to the dwarf mule and those cops, Masahito Yamamoto is more powerful than others think, much more powerful. Why do you fight him? "
Thirteen looked at him, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Just rely on morality!"
"Moral?"
Da Sang seemed to have heard some joke, he couldn't help but laugh and spit out some spittle.
"Come out and talk about morality, eat..."
Before the words came out of his mouth, he swallowed them again and just sighed: "What are you going to fight with him for? Following Brother Sheng, you just fight and kill all day long, and you hang out with Long Gen, guarding that one-third of an acre of land. Eat until you are old?
Who is a short mule who doesn't want to get rich overnight?Live your life according to your duties?It's better to sell fish eggs. "
Thirteen couldn't stand listening any longer and stood up and angrily said, "Don't forget, you are my younger brother, and Long Gen, he is my Qiye."
Da Ming still looked very calm, his expression as cold as a stone.
"You also said that Long Gen is your Lord Qi, but he is not my Lord Qi.
Since you are here, you must know that I called the swordsman that day.
I don't mean to shirk responsibility when I say this. What I mean is that there were many people who wanted your lives that day, and I was just one of them who was assigned a mission. "
When Da Sang said this, he still seemed calm and indifferent. He seemed to really only regard this as an ordinary business.
The business failed and fell into the hands of others. It doesn't matter whether you should pay for the loss or pay for your life.
Anyone who comes out to fool around will have this want to eat well and drink hot food, go to high-end places, be the groom every night, and you want to live a long and peaceful life. How can all the good things be taken away from you? Thirteen just looked at the sea level quietly. At this moment, the boats seemed to be floating on the sea that seemed to never change.
Boats rise and fall with the movement of the waves. When they are in the sea, they can never decide whether they will rise or fall.
Jianghu people are also like these boats in the sea.
When I was on the shore, I felt that I was very majestic and big, but then I went into the sea. When I got to the middle of the sea, I found that I was just a small boat, drifting with the current.
Wherever the ocean current takes you, you will go.
"Sister Thirteen, you also know that I am different from you, I have a big family to support.
I came out to hang out just to support my family, not to be a big brother or a legend in the world, I just wanted to join a club and make quick money.
When others are rushing to draw the lottery of life and death, I am always the one standing at the 's not because I'm timid, but I know that I'm different from those people and I can't afford it.
Loyalty and brotherhood are only for those who have no burden on their shoulders.
It was for this reason that when Brother Sheng ran away, I didn't follow him and instead became your disciple.
I really don't care about brotherly loyalty, chivalry and courage. I just want my family to live well.
In the past, you were able to help my family live a good life, so I was loyal to you. Even if Brother Sheng came back, I didn't think about changing jobs and going back.
Now that you are no longer good, Yamamoto Masahito will not only kick you out of the club, but also drive you to death. Not only will you not be able to survive, but you will also lose your life.
I can't afford it!And he also gave me a lot of benefits. Now I am a new person with a new style. I will do whatever he wants me to do. It is as simple as that. "
After talking a lot about the funeral, the blush on his face quickly dissipated, and his face turned pale, as if he had suffered a serious illness.
Thirteen's face remained as usual. The sea breeze blew her hair at the temples, and a few strands were brought to her face, covering her clear eyes.
At this time, Da Mang realized that Thirteen's hair was not as short as it usually looked.
"If that's the case, then there's nothing to say."
Thirteen stepped on the bench, reached out and touched her boots, and she pulled out a short knife, which shone coldly in the wind.
Seeing this, Da Sang grinned.
"Sister Thirteen, you know I'm never good at fighting. Even the three of me are not enough for you."
As he spoke, he stood up, opened his shirt, and bulged his belly forward, revealing the two muskets stuck on his waist.
Thirteen said coldly: "Do you think you can kill me if you bring two more guns?"
Da Sang shook his head, "No, I mean, you don't need to do anything."
With that said, under Shisan's doubtful eyes, Da Sang pulled out his gun and turned the muzzle towards himself.
boom! With the sound of a gunshot, a bloody hole opened in Da Sang's fleshy shoulder, and blood splattered everywhere.
His face suddenly turned paler, like a piece of white paper, with big beads of sweat dripping down, and the injured hand hung down by his leg.
The shot was very deep and the wound was huge. It seemed that even if it was cured, most of the ability to move would be lost, and it would be no different from being disabled.
"What are you doing?" Thirteen frowned.
"Hey, the rules of Hongmen are three swords and six holes."
Da Sang smiled miserably, "Isn't it always like this when betraying the boss? I will repay you with this shot to repay your previous kindness. If it is not enough, I can shoot you again."
Seeing this, Thirteen hesitated for a moment and then silently put away the knife and put it back into his boots.
Da Sang took a deep breath and panted and asked: "Why, you won't kill me? Those swordsmen were all sent by me. Although I know that I can't kill you, this is also my surrender to Yamamoto Masahito." With this reputation, no one can look back.”
"A few years ago, during the fight with Lao Xin on Bolan Street, you helped me block a knife. That knife almost killed you and made you lie in the hospital for two weeks. After you came out, I took Bolan Street Gave it to you.
Today, if I let you go, I will treat it as giving you a life. Not everyone is as shameless as you and will betray your brothers. "
Da Sang's body was still bleeding profusely, and he said coldly: "If you let me go today, I will not let you go if Yamamoto Masahito orders it at the Hongmen Assembly tomorrow."
"Everyone has broken our ties with each other. There is nothing more to say. Next time we meet again, I will definitely hack you to death."
Shisan didn't want to say more, but after a pause she still said: "Yin Xiu told me before I came here. He said it doesn't matter if I can't do it. He will do it himself tomorrow. If it were him, he would definitely not show mercy."
Da Ming didn't take it seriously, "It's better to be merciless. If you do everything with love, it will inevitably hurt people."
Thirteen glanced at him, turned away, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Big funeral, from tonight on, we are no longer brothers!"
Da Sang didn't respond, just stood and watched her leave.
The cold wind on the sea made people tighten their necks involuntarily.
Tomorrow, the Hongmen Conference will begin.
(End of this chapter)