As expected, Luo Zitao and Zheng Zixuan agreed as soon as Hong Zhennan opened his mouth.

First of all, the two of them were able to work at the dock and settle down because of Hong Zhennan's favor, they remembered in their hearts;

Secondly, the two of them also have their own little thoughts.

They have practiced martial arts since they were young and can be considered successful in kung fu.

The two of them are only in their early thirties now. Naturally, they don't want to continue like this for the rest of their lives. They still have the idea of ​​​​trying to get rich.

Having been in Hong Kong Island for a while, they naturally know that the fastest way to make money is to join a club and do those unorthodox things.

But the two of them still couldn't get over the hurdle in their hearts.

Although they don't know a few big words, they still have a bottom line.

People who practice martial arts are bound by their own sect rules. Although they are unruly, vulgar, and reckless, they remember the kowtows they made in front of their ancestors and the oaths they made.

Become a person in one breath!!

But it is still possible to act chivalrously, eliminate harm for the people, and at the same time save yourself. This kind of thing can still be done.

"Thank you both!"

Hong Zhennan clasped his fists seriously, keeping his gratitude to the two of them firmly in his heart.

"Brother Hong, I'm sorry." Luo Zitao hugged his fist hard and said in return, "I, Old Luo, are not a hero, but I am also a person who is used to drinking water from the Qingjiang River. I can't get used to eating rice mixed with blood and sweat.

"

After listening, Hong Zhennan was shocked in his heart.

Hong Zhennan still remembers how miserable they were when the two came to seek refuge with him!

With his attire, it would not be too much to call him a beggar.

With the skills of the two of them, if they were really going to do something like robbing homes and houses, it wouldn't be like that.

"One belt at a time!!"

This is what the master warned them when they were apprenticed.

Hong Zhennan knew at that moment that "that tone" between the two of them was still there.

"Besides, they are paying attention to my nephew. Can I, Old Zheng, make them feel better??"

Zheng Zixuan said: "Brother Hong, tell me what to do??"

…

Soldiers are valuable and quick. Although Pang Kaibo is nicknamed "Fat Bo", which gives people a feeling of being bloated, his work efficiency is still very high.

"I have already inquired about the specific information about the [White Eyebrow Club]." Pang Kaibo looked around and looked at the five people with his small eyes, "I won't talk about the gang leader Qiu Ying. You have all heard of his famous achievements."

"But in fact, there is another person under him who should not be underestimated. His name is Jia Xinbin, known as "Little Knife Brother", and he is best at a dagger."

"He's very good with a knife! Others say he's like a poisonous snake."

"About half a year ago, they had a fierce fight with another society. This "Little Knife Brother" each had a dagger, and he just picked on the tendrils of more than thirty people."

Zheng Zixuan crossed his arms across his chest. After hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Who plays with knives? I'd like to see him."

What he practices is [Youshen Baguazhang]. As the old saying goes: "Baguazhang, if you change the palms alone, it will be a single sword, and if you change the palms twice, it will be a double sword." In terms of equipment, Zheng Zixuan practiced the Baguazhang single sword.

Now that I heard about a good dagger player, I was naturally eager to try it.

Pang Kaibo glanced at Zheng Zixuan and continued to introduce: "The other thing is just that there are too many people. After all, there are hundreds of people, all carrying sticks and knives. Ordinary people don't dare to mess with them."

Hong Zhennan looked disdainful: "The others are just helping the rabble."

Although they are a mob, they still have a large number of people, so they still need to plan carefully.

Hong Kang suddenly thought of something: "Uncle Bo, will they have guns?"

"Are you kidding?" Pang Kaibo's voice suddenly rose, "Not all of us police officers have guns, let alone those short mules??!"

Pang Kaibo's big belly turned like cotton when he spoke.

"Really?" Hong Kang lowered his head.

Although Pang Kaibo said this, he was still a little worried.

The main reason is that there have been too many movies in the past life. Even if not all the club members in it have guns, the bosses who talk about things must have channels to obtain firearms.

"Finally, let me say one more thing."

Pangkabo turned the revolver on his finger and inserted it into the holster.

His expression became serious, and he suddenly became serious.

"While ensuring that you are fine, try not to kill anyone. Anyone who is missing arms or legs will be fine, no one will care about it. But if there is a life case, it will be very troublesome to deal with it..."

…

Gorgeous bar.

The store lives up to its name.

It was very magnificent.

The four bright pillars are painted red, extending from top to bottom, and the paint is bright.

Strong drum beats, noisy horses, enchanting and sexy women and young and crazy men.

Even sitting in the corner, there were clinking glasses and uncontrollable laughter.

This is the location of the entrance hall set up by the [White Eyebrow Club].

Qiu Ying was holding a glass of red wine and swaying it pretendingly.

His eyes were fixed on the twisting body on the stage. It was so enchanting and graceful that it made people feel itchy in their hearts.

Colorful lights flashed, and these scantily clad dancers showed off their enthusiasm, hoping to win the favor of the person sitting down.

"Okay, okay, this is a good twist! Haha..."

Qiu Ying smiled evilly and looked at this and that, taking a sip from time to time.

The boys standing guard all stood upright, but their eyes always glanced at the charming scenery on the stage from time to time, and they felt very thirsty in their throats.

Behind Qiu Ying, leaning on the sofa, was a young man dressed in white, holding a dagger, which shone with a frightening light under the light.

I don't know if it's the cold light of the dagger itself, or the cold light in the eyes of the young man in white.

"Crack, crackle, crackle!"

Suddenly there was a crashing sound downstairs.

It was also accompanied by the screams of some people.

Qiu Ying's eyes suddenly changed and he turned around displeased.

The alert younger brother immediately said: "Brother, let me take a few people down to see what happened?"

Qiu Ying said: "Xiao Dao, take a few people with you! Let's see who is causing trouble?"

The young man in white was silent. When he heard the words, he just turned over and crossed the coffee table. The dagger in his hand kept turning, like a beautiful but dangerous flower.

"Brother Little Knife!"

"Brother Little Knife!"

Seeing the young man in white, a younger brother greeted him in awe.

The young man in white paid no attention and just strode down.

The younger brothers hurriedly followed.

"I can see Brother Xiao Dao show off his power again!! Haha!"

"Even so, I don't know who is so ignorant that he dares to provoke us [White Eyebrow Club]? I really don't know how high the sky is!"

Arrived on the first floor.

The battle in the field was astonishing.

Dozens of people were lying on the ground in a mess, all of them wailing, some holding their stomachs, some holding their arms, and some simply fainted...

There were only four people standing in the field, three men and one woman.

The young man in white understood clearly.

There was fighting spirit in his eyes: "Yo! What a master!!"
Chapter completed!