The Tower Chinatown.
Sanlian Gangyi Zhutang.
In the European-style restaurant in the side hall, a long milky white marble dining table is covered with a white tablecloth. The tablecloth has a very luxurious dinner flag running across the entire tabletop from east to west.
In the middle of the long table, there is a European-style triple set of golden candlesticks, with three pure white candles inserted. At this time, the dim light is burning, and candle tears slide down the candles from time to time. Finally reunited on the candlestick.
The butler in a Western-style tuxedo, with white gloves on his hands, was standing at the table, with one hand behind his back, a glass of champagne in the other, and a clean towel on his arm. Full of British style.
It’s just that the color of the butler’s entire face may be a little wrong. If he had white skin, the effect might be better, and it would match the bow on the neckline better.
In front of the dining table, there is a man wearing a suit and leather shoes. The style should be customized. The tailoring is very decent and the lines are smooth. For some reason, the whole suit is black from the inside to the outside. Even the custom-made Chelsea leather boots on my feet are the same.
The whole person is dressed very smartly, elegantly yet solemnly, perfectly showing a man's strong physique and masculine sexual tension.
"This Australian steak is a bit old. I'll change it to a footbath next time. I heard that their wagyu tastes good."
Holding a knife on the left and a fork on the right holding a golden tableware , cutting back and forth on the medium-ripe steak, under the dim light, you can see the bubbling blood flowing down the beard, and then dripping on the napkin on the chest, dyeing it red.
"Yes, Brother Xiong"
"哐丁"
The palm with a dark ring on the ring finger slapped heavily on the dining table, the edge of which was pitch black The Ray-Ban sunglasses felt the vibration on the table, bounced up, and then slipped off the edge of the table.
"Ding, ding"
The sunglasses imported from Eagle worth more than 100 dollars were smashed to pieces. The upright butler standing by the dining table couldn't help but tremble, resigned to his fate. He closed his eyes, but still didn't dare to move. The champagne in the tray in his hand didn't even make the slightest ripple.
As if being disturbed, the person sitting in front of the dining table pursed his lips, and the atmosphere in the restaurant instantly seemed to drop to subzero.
"How many times have I told you, when there are only two of us, there is no Brother Xiong, called Ah Xiong, do you understand?"
"Yes, Ah Xiong"
The man in a butler's uniform opened his eyes, a trace of pain flashed across his eyes, and then he shouted this very difficult title in a slightly British accent.
"Go to the torture hall by yourself tonight"
After finishing speaking, the man took off the napkin around his neck and twisted his neck. The cervical vertebrae rubbed together and made a crackling sound. This made the butler on the side tremble even more.
Picking up the champagne glass and drinking it in one gulp, the man took out the butler’s sleeve without even looking at the sunglasses that were smashed to the ground.He wiped his thin lips and beard on his chin with the towel on his bed, walked to the cabinet in the dining room, and picked out a pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses again.
Picked up the lens cleaning cloth in the glasses case and wiped it carefully. At the corner of the lenses, there was a pale gold Dior logo, which was very valuable at first sight.
"Brother, it's not good, my second brother was beheaded on the street."
Hearing the shouts outside the restaurant, the man suddenly stopped wiping his hands and moved towards The butler who looked at him raised his chin.
The butler who was clearing the table quickly put down his work, walked quickly to the door of the restaurant, and opened the door of the restaurant that was two or three people high.
"Big Brother"
After opening the door, the person outside the door looked anxious, glanced at the housekeeper with strange eyes, and then rushed in directly.
"Achen, this is in the gang, not at home, what should you call me?"
Closing the drawer, the man seemed not to care much about Feng Wanshan's death. , at this time, instead seriously reminded him that he used the wrong title.
Achen, who was also wearing a black suit and leather shoes, felt his scalp numb instantly. He made a fist with his right hand and swung it down angrily, hitting it in the palm of his hand.
"Mr. Xiong, Feng Wanshan was seated in front of the Yangtze Hotel, and his body is still there. Do we want to go take a look?"
After adjusting his tone, Ah Chen finished his sentence in an authentic Minnan accent, like a broadcaster.
"Yangtze Hotel"
After hearing this, Gang Leader Xiong's eyelids drooped slightly, he hung his sunglasses on the breast pocket of his suit, and slowly turned the ring on his ring finger with his left hand. , pointed out the key points.
"Yes, it was the people from Hongmen who came to tell me about the Yangtze Hotel. I detained him before he left. Do you want to behead him?"
< p> At this point, Achen's face looked a little ferocious. He used his right hand to draw a knife and swung it down fiercely. It seemed that he was sure that it was someone from Hongmen who did it. After all, he was sent to the hotel today to find out the news. As a result, Now that he is lying outside the door, there is no way he has anything to do with them.When the cleaning housekeeper heard Achen's words, he shivered in fright and almost dropped the champagne glass. Feeling the boss' gaze on him, he quickly lowered his head.
"They were all beheaded. How could it be that people from Hongmen came to report the news? Didn't Ah Huang and Ah Qing follow him?"
As he straightened his hair in the full-length mirror, Mr. Xiong didn't even notice. He didn't care, until he aligned his tie, and then slowly walked out of the restaurant door.
"I don't know, none of them came back."
Achen, who was following his elder brother, shook his head, sensing his unhurried and unhurried attitude, and suddenly seemed to notice, Did he deliberately send Feng Wanshan to die?
Looking at his elder brother’s back, Achen quickly shook his head and shook off this unreliable idea. Feng Wanshan was equivalent to Hongmen’s second-line marshal. How could the eldest brother deliberately send him to die?
"Inform Wutang and Xingtang to bring the guys and go and have a look together. The people in Hetang dispersed to collect information and find out the news. I want to know what happened after he went in. Everyone in Xintang gathered together and got ready to start work in the evening."
"Yes"
Achen nodded and immediately stopped, picked up the phone hanging on the wall, and quickly turned the roulette wheel.
Outside, a Renault car opened its door. After Mr. Zaixiong entered the back row, two personal bodyguards sat on the left and right sides of the back row.
The door of the Yangtze Hotel
The two waiters who went to the scene to secretly look at Feng Wanshan's body were pale, and they were teasing them with their front legs, while the back legs were lying there, and they still had lingering fears.
After all, they were still frightened. Lan Xiang had seen a little more of the world, and a trace of pleasure flashed across his face. Just like what Manager Hu said, a slap in the face could save his life and make money.
Looking at the familiar black car passing by the door. , then a trace of caution flashed across his face, and he pulled Jasmine back to the back hall.
"Shuashuashua"
The people who followed the car were all in black suits, and Unlike a bad guy like Dao Scarkui who was not even a member of the Fourth Nine, at first glance, he could see that these were the elites of the Sanlian Gang.
The car stopped slowly in front of the door, facing the red in front. The Hongmen disciples in red trousers saw the old man carrying a stick revealed after the crowd moved away, and then the bodyguards on both sides got out of the car.
Lewis machine guns that looked like cannons were fired. All the people at the Hongmen scene had a hint of caution on their faces. Han Baoer took the lead and stood forward, blocking the sight of people on both sides.
"You call this the entrance of a hotel"<. /p>
Looking at the people gathered in a circle in front of him, and then at the entrance of the Yangtze Hotel, which was fifty or sixty meters away, no wonder Mr. Xiong looked a little strange after all. After being beaten and killed all the way, there are two differences between the body at the door of the hotel and the body not far from the door of the hotel.
The former is basically beaten to death and thrown at the door, while the latter means that the person was beaten to death and left at the door. Maybe it has nothing to do with them. If they want to cause trouble, they won't let the people below throw the body so far.
"Yes, it was the little devil from Hongmen who said it."
Ah Chen, who followed, grinned in embarrassment. Looking at the clean hands of everyone in Hongmen, it was obvious that they were not preparing for a fight, and Mr. Dong was also present.
On the other hand, the people on the side are holding guns and cannons, which looks very powerful. In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, it is not a sign of guilty conscience.
"Put it away"
Waving back, Mr. Xiong walked to the front alone. After realizing it, the gangster from the Xingtang Wutang put away his weapons.
Looking at the Sanlian Gang. After putting away the things, the Hongmen staff all dispersed. Han Baoer squatted aside happily and counted ants on the ground.
"Here we come"
< p> Mr. Dong, who has been waiting for a long time, has no trace of impatience on his face, as ifLike an elder waiting for a child, after punching the dragon-headed staff, his eyelids lowered.Mr. Xiong entered the circle and saw the situation clearly. The three people fell to the ground in a mess. He quickly took out the pocket towel on his chest, gently covered his mouth and nose, and looked up. .
Maybe it was a little long, and the flies had already begun to attract. Mr. Xiong waved his arm, and the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist slipped out.
"Uncle Dong, who did this?"
Signing Achen to collect the body, Mr. Xiong put a white pocket towel on Feng Wanshan's face, turned around and met Mr. Dong. Walk to Yangtze Hotel.
"The big circle guy who passed the mountain gate has already left with the military police."
Mr. Dong's voice was a bit vicissitudes of life, and the two of them just walked forward calmly, as if they were talking. Not the second-in-command of the Sanlian Gang, but a few unimportant cats and dogs.
They are all big bosses, how could Mr. Xiong not hear the truth in Mr. Dong’s words?
You are a guest after passing the mountain gate. Being able to face the incision proves that you understand the rules of the world. If a person who knows the rules falls dead, it means that one of his own people does not abide by the rules.
It doesn’t matter whether he is a big boy or not. Even if Mr. Dong is telling the truth and does not mean the slightest bit of ridicule, in Mr. Xiong’s view, it is still ridicule, and he can’t help but frown. Frown.
Two big guys were talking, and one reminded the other that if you can’t teach your brothers well and don’t abide by the rules, you won’t be able to accept anyone with a temper, let alone the leader of a gang.
When they reached their status, there was no need to tell lies. He believed that what Mr. Dong said was true. When people come to ask people to collect the bodies, they have already given face. After passing the mountain gate, for Hongmen , he is a guest, and it is impossible for him to help Sanlian to retain someone. Giving him a whereabouts is already giving him face.
"I know"
After learning the whereabouts of his opponent, Mr. Xiong also stopped at the door of the Yangtze Hotel and personally helped Uncle Dong up the steps to show respect. Finally, he turned back to the car.
Rules, what are the rules, they are all bullshit set by the older generation.
The members of the Sanlian Gang and the disciples in the main hall are all in suits and leather shoes, and they don't look like Hongmen at all.
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