"What do you want to talk about?" Chen Gan became alert, clenched his crutch in his hand, and his eyes were shot out.

The two disciples behind him rushed to catch up, blocking Chen Wenqiang from left to right, and looking at Chen Wenqiang with a bad expression.

Chen Wenqiang smiled slightly, stretched his hand into his arms, and a pistol with a silencer had been taken out. The black muzzle slowly turned around for a while. Under the gaze of Shen Gan and his disciples, he said calmly: "I have no malice, I just want to say something to Mr. Shen. Mr. Shen is respectful and polite to his disciples. I believe he doesn't want anyone to die or be injured, right?"

After a while of silence, Chen Gan waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "You retreat, don't be shocked and fooled. I'll talk to this hero, and you can just follow him from afar."

Chen Wenqiang turned the pistol beautifully in his hand, stuffed it into his arms quickly, made a slight respectful gesture, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen, please come here."

Chen Gan snorted and walked slowly in the direction of Chen Wenqiang's gesture. Chen Wenqiang did not urge him, and lagged about one step behind Chen Gan and followed him forward.

After a long time, both of them didn't speak. Chen Gan pretended to be calm, but his heart was rumbling.

In front of me was a dirt with weeds, but on the other side was a densely packed shed made of rotten wooden boards and broken iron. Adults and children came in and said, shouting, women burned firewood and cooked rice, and their bleak eyes looked coldly through the smoke.

Chen Wenqiang stopped, crossed his arms, hugged him in front of his chest, and slowly said, "Is there such a slum in Suzhou? I guess there are! These people are very pitiful. Look at those who push carts and carry shoulder poles, they just came back so late. They worked so hard to earn some money, but they could barely starve to death. But no matter how much they make, they have to pay protection fees to the Qinggang, and use their blood and sweat to support a group of idle gangsters."

Chen Gan frowned and said unhappily: "They paid the money and were protected. The Qinggang collects money and does things more reliable than the government."

"Official government? Is it from the court or a foreigner?" Chen Wenqiang smiled sarcastically and said, "No robbery, stealing, commit adultery; no bullying the weak; this is the gang rules of the Qing Gang? Do those people living in Fuhe Hotels now abide by it? They include gambling, prostitution, drug, extortion, and bullying the good. I am afraid that everyone will use Dingxiang to burn the words "no righteousness", "shamelessness", "rape" and other words."

"It's hard to make a living, even if there are minor mistakes," paused, and Chen Gan said with some confidence: "If there is really a big evil, the rules of the Qing Gang are not just decorations."

Chen Wenqiang's accusation of Yun Danfeng Qing was really like drinking tea and chatting, but it made Chen Gan feel uncomfortable. If he hadn't seen him have a pistol, it would have happened long ago.

"It's too late." Chen Wenqiang's tone was still not turbulent, just like saying something very ordinary, "I'm not good at it, I have to clean up the portal for the Qing Gang."

"You, what do you want?" Chen Gan suddenly turned his head and stared at Chen Wenqiang.

"Fuchang Inn, you will be bleeding after staying for a while." Chen Wenqiang grinned. Although he was covered by a fake beard, he could still see his slightly exposed teeth. "And, it was not accidental that I met Mr. Shen."

Chen Gan blinked slowly and asked in a deep voice: "Are you here to kill me?"

Chen Wenqiang looked at each other calmly and smiled at the head. This attitude made Chen Gan feel cold in his heart. Even if he had survived the world for decades, he could not take murder so lightly, indifferently, and so calmly.

"Use a gun, um, it's a little more disturbing?" Chen Gan tried hard to speak in a relaxed tone. After all, he was also a big boss of the Qing Gang, and he didn't want to seem too scared and lose face.

Chen Wenqiang pursed his lips and took out his pistol at a very fast speed. He shot it casually. After a muffled sound, a broken branch fell down in front of the two of them.

"Is it very loud?" Chen Wenqiang smiled, his gun was already in his arms, and raised his chin at the slum opposite, "Look, they didn't respond."

Chen Gan let out a long breath and gave Chen Wenqiang a thumbs up, "Awesome, the hidden dragons and woven dragons in Shanghai are so eye-opening. I don't know which school the hero is? It's from Huang Jinrong? I think he seems to be a special person who collects money."

"I don't take any money if I deserve to kill, and it's hard to buy a thousand gold if I don't deserve to die." Chen Wenqiang looked at the dirty ditch in front of him and said meaningfully: "There are too many weeds and too many dirt and clear things. The ditch will not be stenchy."

Chen Gan was silent for a while, sighed, and said, "It's hard to get back! Since the hero is here to kill me, why didn't he do it?" In fact, he knew in his heart that he would definitely use him if he didn't kill him, but it just depends on how he would use it.

"It's very simple. We killed the scum of the Qing Gang, which can be regarded as cleaning up the portal for the Qing Gang, but this person who is not right can easily cause misunderstandings. So, I want to ask Mr. Shen to open the mountain gate and take in a disciple." Although Chen Wenqiang didn't look at Chen Gan, he focused on his psychological activities. "For the big generation, it's almost enough. Well, it's not Huang Jinrong. A dog raised by a French man, he can't see the sun tomorrow. When things are almost done, he will have to borrow Mr. Shen's virtue to finally calm down."

Chen Gan pondered and hesitated. He couldn't figure out what the so-called thing almost meant. Who was the one who was going to kill Huang Jinrong? It would be better to agree to send this guy away first, and then go back to Suzhou overnight without wading into this muddy water...

"Where can you live a peaceful life in peace of mind in the world?" Chen Wenqiang seemed to be expressing emotion, but when he heard Chen Gan's ears, it seemed like a warning, "Old Master Shen is highly respected and well-known in Suzhou, right? But like me, an unknown young man, no one will pay attention even if he comes to the front. Qing Gang, hehe, what is the difference between the principle of "thieves have a way" and the thieves and thieves? Mr. Shen, don't be suspicious, you want to let the disciple you take is an elite figure and become famous in the future. Not only will you be proud of your face, but your descendants and relatives will also benefit from it."

Chen Gan was a little awesome and looked at Chen Wenqiang like a monster. The night was getting darker, and Chen Wenqiang's back was a little hazy, but it seemed even more mysterious.

"Listen, it's starting over there." Chen Wenqiang suddenly turned his head, pointed his finger, and reminded him: "It's a bit far away, but you can still hear it vaguely, it's a bit like a firecracker for the New Year. By the way, is Mr. Shen familiar with the gunshots?"

Chen Gan listened carefully and there was a vague sound. He couldn't imagine the killing that the leaders of the Qing Gang were experiencing. He only knew that if he wanted to survive, he could only agree to the conditions of the person opposite him first.
Chapter completed!