The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 724 Li Feng: Have I become a big kid?

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 triptych golden candlestick with three pure white candles. At this time, the faint light is burning. The candle tears slide down the candles from time to time, and finally condense on the candlestick.

The butler, who was wearing a Western-style tuxedo and wearing white gloves on his hands, was standing at the table with one hand behind his back and a glass of champagne in the other. He also had a clean towel on his arm, showing his British style.

It's just that the color of the butler's 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 in a suit and leather shoes. The style should be customized. The tailoring is very decent and the lines are smooth. I don’t know why. The whole suit is black from the inside out, even the Chelsea custom leather on the feet. The same goes for boots.

The whole person is dressed very smartly, elegantly yet solemnly, perfectly showing a man's strong physique and masculine sexual tension.

"The steaks in Australia are a bit old. Next time, I'll replace them with footbath steaks. I heard their wagyu tastes good~!"

Holding the golden tableware with the knife on the left and the fork on the right, he cut back and forth on the medium-mature steak. Under the dim light, you could see the bubbling blood dripping down the beard, and then dripped on the napkin on the chest. Dyeing a patch of red.

"Yes, Brother Xiong~!"

"Clang~!"

The palm with a jet black ring on the ring finger slapped heavily on the dining table. The jet black Ray-Ban sunglasses on the edge felt the vibration of the table, bounced up, and then slipped from the edge of the table.

"Ding, ding~!"

The sunglasses imported from Eagle worth more than a hundred dollars were smashed to pieces. The upright butler standing by the dining table couldn't help but trembled. He closed his eyes in resignation, but still didn't dare to move. The champagne in the tray in his hand, It didn't even cause the slightest ripple.

As if he was 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 that when there are only two of us, there is no Brother Xiong, and we call him 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 British accent.

"Go to the execution 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, which made the butler beside him tremble even more.

Picking up the champagne glass and drinking it in one gulp, the man didn't even look at the sunglasses that were smashed to the ground. He took out the towel on the butler's sleeve, wiped his thin lips and the beard on his chin, and walked to the cabinet in the dining room. , once again picked out a pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses.

I picked up the lens cleaning cloth in the glasses case and wiped it carefully. At the corner of the lens, there was a pale gold Dior logo, which was very valuable at first glance.

"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 raised his chin towards the butler who was looking at him.

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.

"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?"

After closing the drawer, the man didn't seem to care much about Feng Wanshan's death. At this time, he 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 clenched his right fist 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. His body is still there. Do we want to go take a look~!"

After adjusting his tone, Achen finished his words in an authentic Minnan accent, like a broadcaster.

"Yangtze Hotel?"

The male gang leader's eyelids drooped slightly after hearing this. He hung his sunglasses on the breast pocket of his suit. He slowly turned the ring on his ring finger with his left hand and pointed out the key points.

"Yes, Yangzi Hotel, it was the people from Hongmen who came to tell me. I detained him before he left. Do you want to behead him~!"

At this point, Achen's face looked a little ferocious. He used his right hand to draw a knife and slashed it down hard. It seemed that he was sure that it was someone from Hongmen who did it. After all, he was sent to the hotel to inquire about the news today, but now he has failed. It's impossible to have nothing to do with them outside the door.

When the cleaning housekeeper heard Achen's words, he shivered in fright and almost dropped the champagne glass. He felt the boss' gaze on him and quickly lowered his head.

"They were all beheaded. Why did people from Hongmen come to report the news? Didn't Ah Huang and Ah Qing also follow them?"

Mr. Xiong straightened his hair in front of the full-length mirror. He didn't care at all until he straightened his tie and then walked slowly out of the restaurant.

"I don't know, none of them came back~!"

Achen, who was following his eldest brother, shook his head, sensing his unhurried attitude, and suddenly seemed to realize whether he had sent Feng Wanshan to die on purpose!

Looking at his eldest 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 his eldest brother deliberately send him to die?

"Inform Wutang Xingtang, bring the guy, and go take a look together. The people in Hetang dispersed to collect information (inquiry for information). 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 telephone hanging on the wall, and quickly turned the roulette wheel.

Outside, a Renault car opened its door. After Mr. Jae-xiong entered the back seat, two personal bodyguards sat on the left and right sides of the back seat.

The entrance of Yangtze Hotel.

The two waiters who went to the scene and secretly looked at Feng Wanshan's body were pale, and they were teasing them, while the person lying on the back was lying there, feeling frightened.

After all, Lan Xiang had seen a lot more of the world, and a trace of joy flashed across his face. Just like Manager Hu said, a slap in the face could save his life, which was a profit.

Seeing the familiar black car drive past the door, a trace of caution flashed across his face, and he pulled Jasmine back to the back hall.

"Swish, swish, swish~!"

The people who followed the car were all in black suits. Unlike Dao Scarkui, who was not even a bad boy, at first glance, they were all elite members of the Third Company Gang.

The car slowly stopped in front of the door. Facing the Hongmen disciples in red clothes and red trousers in front of them, they saw the old man holding a stick revealed after the crowd moved away, and then they asked the bodyguards on both sides to get out of the car.

A Lewis machine gun that looked like a cannon barrel made all the people at the Hongmen scene look cautious. Han Baoer took the lead and stood forward, blocking the sight of people on both sides.

"You call this the entrance of a hotel?"

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, he had been beaten and killed all the way. There was a difference between the body at the door of the hotel and the body not far from the door of the hotel.

The former was basically beaten to death and dumped at the door after being discovered, while the latter meant that he might not have much to do with the person, and if he wanted to cause trouble, he wouldn't let the people below throw the body so far away.

"Yes, it was the little devil from Hongmen who said it~!"

Ah Chen, who followed, grinned awkwardly. Looking at the clean hands of everyone in Hongmen, it was obvious that they were not prepared for a fight, and Mr. Dong was also present.

The people on their side were holding guns and cannons, which looked very powerful. In fact, to outsiders, it was not a sign of guilty conscience.

"Put it away~!"

After waving his hand backward, Mr. Xiong walked forward alone. After realizing it, the gangster from the Xingtang Wutang put his weapons away.

After watching the people from the Third Company Gang put away their belongings, all the Hongmen personnel dispersed. Han Baoer happily squatted aside and counted ants on the ground.

"coming!"

Mr. Dong, who had been waiting for a long time, had no trace of impatience on his face, as if he was an elder waiting for his child. After punching the dragon-headed stick, his eyelids lowered.

Mr. Xiong entered the circle and saw the situation clearly. The three people fell to the ground in a mess. They quickly took out the pocket towel on their chests, gently covered their mouths and noses, and looked around.

Maybe it was a little too 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 it?"

Signaling Achen to collect the body, Mr. Xiong covered Feng Wanshan's face with a white pocket towel, turned around and walked towards the Yangtze Hotel with Mr. Dong.

"The big 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 walked forward calmly, as if they were not talking about the second boss of the Third Company 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.

After passing the mountain gate, you are a guest. 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. Jae-xiong's opinion, it is also ridicule, and he can't help but frown.

The two bosses 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 were in their position, 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, they are guests to Hongmen, and they are not Maybe helping the Sanlian Gang to retain people and giving them a whereabouts is already a favor.

"I understand~!"

Knowing the whereabouts of his opponent, Mr. Xiong also stopped at the entrance of the Yangtze Hotel, personally helped Uncle Dong up the steps to show respect, and then returned to the car.

Rules, what are rules, they are bullshit set by the older generation.

The members of the Third Company Gang and the disciples in the main hall were all in suits and leather shoes, and they didn't look like Hongmen at all.

He, Heixiong, never believed this.

(End of this chapter)