Age: My Small World

Chapter 221 The real owner appears
Changning Street.

"Zhang Biao invited me to drink? What's wrong with him?"

It was still the same big mansion, but now only Huang Jiu was left.

Facing the invitation handed over by his subordinates, the fat old man's face became more thoughtful.

The reason why Huang Jiu was able to move from a dung carrier to this position and was chosen as a non-staff member of that place was actually because of his intelligence.

"Master Jiu, Master Biao didn't say anything."

"Haha, in that case, let's go and take a look. I'd like to know what tricks Zhang Biao is playing."

With someone behind him, he doesn't have to worry about anyone taking advantage of him.

What's more, the two of them almost have the same backer.

Huang Jiu changed into an ordinary cotton-padded jacket, and looked like an ordinary person again.

But people nowadays generally don't have the same body shape as him, so he is easy to identify.

When passing by the street, other people looked at him with a bit of envy and suspicion.

I envy him because he can eat so much and get fat, which means there is no shortage of food at home.

The suspicion is that people are afraid that he is a bad person, after all, only bad people eat well.

Huang Jiu didn't take all this to heart.

He looked behind him calmly, making sure his brothers were following him before continuing into the territory of Taipei City.

It was still the same big mansion, but now there were two groups of people confronting each other.

"Master Biao, I wonder why you invited me here? It shouldn't be as simple as just having a meal."

Huang Jiu said happily, seemingly not worried at all about the troops led by Zhang Hu.

The person behind him glared at him menacingly, as if to show off his strength.

However, Zhang Biao did sneer, and even Zhang Hu curled his lips, not taking these people seriously at all.

Huang Jiu's foundation is indeed too poor. Even though he has worked hard to train his subordinates over the years, he has few talented ones. Naturally, he is not as good as Zhang Biao, Du Quan and others.

"Laojiu, if I say let's eat, then we must wait until after dinner before we can talk about business." Zhang Biao said forcefully.

Seeing this, Huang Jiu was not discouraged. He still smiled and said, "Then listen to Master Biao. At least you can get a free meal today."

Seeing that the fat man refused to listen, Zhang Biao felt helpless.

He tried twice more, but both times were easily resolved by Huang Jiu.

It has to be said that Huang Jiu is a man of great resilience and endurance, making it difficult for people to find his flaws.

"Haha, I'll just say it straight."

Zhang Biao stopped probing and spoke frankly.

Huang Jiu sat up straight instantly, knowing that the highlight of the scene was about to begin.

"Old Nine, what were you trying to do by sending people to keep an eye on Zhuyun Lane some time ago? Don't you know that's my territory?" Zhang Biao's burly body leaned forward slightly, and a terrifying light emanated from his one eye, making the fat old man feel a little uneasy.

Huang Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself that he was worthy of being called Master Biao.

But now he couldn't tell the whole story. After all, it was not a good thing. If Zhang Biao told his superiors, it would be troublesome.

Then he deliberately glared at him and said, "Master Biao? When did the East District become yours?"

Huang, Du and Zhang tacitly agreed to develop in two places, Taipei City and West City, because the East District and South District are key office areas. If they appear in those places, they will easily be criticized, and it will be difficult to explain to their superiors.

Therefore, there are generally no dark markets or related personnel in the East and South districts, which ensures great security.

Huang Jiu said this deliberately to squeeze Zhang Biao.

Although Mr. Biao's name is well-known in the dark night of the provincial capital, Huang Jiu is not a pushover and will not be controlled by anyone just because of a single word.

"Haha, it's okay if you don't want to admit it. Then get ready. There will be no peace in West Market tonight." Zhang Biao didn't know what grudge Huang Jiu and the Eighth Master had, but he had to take responsibility for this matter.

Huang Jiu couldn't help but panic: "Zhang Biao, what do you want to do?"

"What for? Of course there's a give and take."

The one-eyed old man smiled grimly, which made Huang Jiu feel a chill in his heart.

Just as night fell, West Market.

A group of men in jackets walked into Heishui Lane where the dark market was located. Behind them, objects such as iron pipes could be vaguely seen.

The dark market is not deserted when it is open, but rather everyone is hiding in the streets and houses of the dark market.

Faced with a group of men walking in with arrogance, the stalkers immediately issued a warning.

"Who are you? This is Master Jiu's territory, don't mess around."

It's a pity that the voice was a little soft, and it sounded a bit fierce but weak.

Huang Jiu’s rise was indeed fast, but his foundation was too poor, so Black Water Lane did not have that many people.

The group of people did not answer, their eyes still looking forward.

Fortunately, Du Quan’s people are here and can take charge of the situation.

"Don't waste time talking to them. It's obvious they're here with bad intentions. Go get the brothers."

"Yes."

The leader knew that this group of people must be here to cause trouble, otherwise they would not have said nothing.

Soon, people began to flow around Heishui Lane.

"Hmph! Get started."

Zhang Biao's men deliberately waited until the other side had gathered their troops before issuing orders, with the intention of having a good fight.

Zhang Hu, who was hiding in the back, looked at the scene with a cold gaze, not knowing what he was thinking.

A war was about to break out, but fortunately both sides knew how powerful they were, so the fight didn't even make any noise, let alone use heavy weapons. It was just a back-and-forth fight.

Master Yang Jun and his apprentice naturally had no idea that the two major dark markets, West City and North City, had become a mess because of them. They were currently having supper and talking about things.

Two bowls of rotten meat noodles were placed in front of me. The noodles were chewy. Although the meat was rotten, it was probably close to the bone and shaved off. It tasted quite good.

While they were enjoying their meal, Mr. Hu suddenly said, "You shouldn't get involved in this matter. Go back tomorrow."

Yang Jun didn't pause while eating his noodles. Instead, he shook his head and said, "Master, we are master and disciple. We have to face any situation together. Do you really think that after finding the person behind this, he won't hold me responsible? I will only feel at ease if this matter is completely resolved."

"Don't worry, your apprentice is quite capable, he will be fine."

Mr. Hu couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, it was Yang Jun's appearance that made him determined to find Zhang Biao.

If Yang Jun really offended someone because of me, and he didn't realize it, he might be in trouble one day.

Mr. Hu doesn't mind solving such troubles in advance.

After finishing his noodles, he didn't mention the matter again.

He was also well aware of Yang Jun's stubbornness and knew that no matter how much he persuaded him, he would not leave.

On the way back, he could only pat him on the shoulder and warned him: "Be careful."

"I understand, Master..."

But when the two of them were just not far from Zhuyun Lane, Mr. Hu Baye quickly took action, pulled Yang Jun behind him, hid himself behind a bunch of bamboo sticks, and then carefully stuck his head out to look forward.

"Someone changed? It seems the real boss has appeared!" Mr. Hu murmured, his tone seemed to be filled with excitement?!

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