Crazy, you call it a prosecutor

Chapter 539 Send Your Head Back

That night.

A nightclub is about to open.

A dozen vans were parked outside the gate.

A younger brother opened the car door, and He Cheng stepped out of the car, stretched, and then waved his hand.

A black-clothed boy named Jinmen sect came down one by one.

He Cheng opened his mouth and said: "You guys guard the door and stop the guests, and the others follow me in!"

After speaking, he strode into the nightclub.

The waiter who was preparing things saw someone coming in and was about to say hello.

Just seeing a large group of vicious Kinmen sect boys, the waiter couldn't help screaming in fright.

The screams startled the younger brother of the Black Tiger faction who was sitting on the sofa bragging and farting.

They stood up and stared at the hostile He Zao and the others.

"Who are you!"

He bearing sneered and said, "Those who want to kill you, do it to me!"

The younger brothers of the Golden Gate sect rushed forward.

More people bully fewer people, knocking down the younger brothers of the Black Tiger Sect to the ground in twos and twos.

But it's not over.

The people in the monitoring room found that He carried a group of people through the camera, and immediately called other Black Tiger faction boys for support.

It didn't take a while.

Dozens of Black Tiger faction boys rushed down from the second floor with sticks in their hands.

Of course, the people carried by the river came prepared.

In an instant, the two gangs fought together.
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at the same time.

All the prosperous sites of the Black Tiger Faction were under attack.

The Jinmen sect has mental calculations but no intentions, and there are many people who bully others.

When it was time for business, customers came one after another.

But under the dissuasion of the younger brother of the Golden Gate School, the guests didn't hesitate, and turned to another nightclub.

The battle continues.

bell bell bell.
One call after another, to Quan Jinyong, the president of the Black Tiger faction.

Inside a usury company.

The whole town was furious, and immediately smashed the phone on the ground.

Snapped!
A soft sound.

The phone is torn apart.

Quan Zhenyong gritted his teeth and said: "TMD, call me brothers and contact other gangs, I'm going to destroy the Jinmen faction tonight!"

Subordinate A nodded.

"Okay President, I'll do it right away!"

After people leave.

Quan Jinyong calmed down instantly.

He was pretending to be out of temper just now, the Golden Gate faction attacked the territory of the Black Tiger faction, if he didn't do anything, it would be easy for outsiders to laugh at him.

What Quan Zhenyong is worried about at this moment is that the Jinmen faction is almost at the end of its rope, why dare to fight against him, is it really not afraid of death.

But he thought of another possibility.

After all, the Golden Gate faction is the number one evil force in Seoul, and no one has shaken it for so many years, maybe there is a backhand behind it.

Quan Zhenyong's expression was cloudy and uncertain.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The situation of the Black Tiger faction is in jeopardy.

The treacherous and cunning Quan Zhenyong still stood still, but sent his younger brother to support him, and hid himself in the company.

As for the little brother he sent to contact the various gangs, he never looked back.

The whole town always had an ominous premonition.

Instead of waiting, he took a new mobile phone and dialed the number.

Ten seconds later, the call was connected.

A man's voice came out.

"President!"

Without hesitation, Quan Zhen said: "Prepare the car, I'm going to Incheon!"

Seoul is no longer safe.

His Yacht Association in Incheon has been docking a yacht all year round. Once Seoul suddenly changes, he will immediately take the yacht to sea.

After ordering the driver.

Quan Jinyong stood up and walked to the corner, opened the safe and took out a pistol to defend himself.

ten minutes later.

He took the elevator downstairs.

A black car stopped in front of the gate.

The driver saw his president and immediately opened the rear door.

Without saying a word, Quan Zhenyong bent down and got into the car.

The driver closed the door and returned to the driving seat.

"President, are you going to Incheon?"

Quan Jinyong nodded: "That's right, Incheon Yacht Association, let's drive!"

The driver closed his mouth, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove away slowly.

Because it is prime time, there is a constant flow of vehicles on the street, stopping and going from time to time.

It took a full hour to leave downtown Seoul and drive to the expressway.

As the distance from Seoul gets farther and farther away, a heart hanging in the whole town is finally temporarily let go.

Another three and ten minutes passed.

Incheon is just around the corner.

Quan Zhenyong's tense spirit relaxed a little, and he opened his mouth and said, "Call me when you arrive at the Yachting Association."

"Good president."

Hearing the reply, Quan Jinyong closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair to recharge his batteries.

Once he arrives at the Yacht Association, he will be able to remotely command the Black Tiger faction and the Golden Gate faction to fight to the death with peace of mind.

As for the life and death of those directors, Quan Zhen never cared about it at all.

As long as the Golden Gate faction can be eliminated, the Black Tiger faction will naturally become the number one evil force in Seoul, and there will be plenty of people rushing to join.

However, the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

Quan Zhenyong closed his eyes and rested his mind, and gradually could not hear the horns of the cars around him.

Sensing something was wrong, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked around through the car window.

Unknowingly, the car came to a remote and dark alley without street lights.

Quan Jinyong immediately reached out for his gun.

Seeing this, the driver pushed the door and jumped out of the car without hesitation, and ran away in a scrambling manner.

Quan Zhenyong's expression was calm and composed, but his heart was terrified to the extreme.

He looked at the pitch-black environment, as if lurking in the darkness were beasts that devoured people.

Quan Zhenyong swallowed, holding the gun in one hand, while crawling towards the driver's seat.

He wants to leave as soon as possible.

But the moment Quan Zhenyong climbed into the driver's seat, he realized that the key had already been taken away by the driver.

At this time, beams of lights shone on the car from all directions.

Quan Jinyong subconsciously blocked the dazzling light with his hands.

When he opened his eyes again, a big man in black surrounded the car.

At some point, the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against Jeon Jinyong's temple.

"Don't move, drop the gun!"

Quan Jinyong is the leader of the Black Tiger faction after all, took a deep breath and threw away the pistol.

"Who are you, what do you want to do, if you want money, no problem!"

At this time, a vague figure walked towards the light.

The moment the person walked in, Quan Zhenyong immediately widened his eyes.

"Ding Qing, it's you!"

The corner of Ding Qing's mouth slightly raised, and he said with a smile: "Chairman, it's really not easy to meet you."

Quan Jinyong seemed to have guessed something.

"President Ding, everything is a misunderstanding. I didn't send someone to do it. They made their own claims."

"When I go back, I will definitely teach those guys a good lesson, and then take them to apologize to you."

Ding Qing shook his head.

"It's fine to apologize, I don't think they can survive tonight."

Ding Qing said it easily, but Quan Zhenyong's pupils suddenly constricted in fright.

He hasn't lived enough to want to die.

Quan Zhenyong fell to his knees, slapped his mouth and begged for mercy.

"President Ding, it's my fault, it's my fault, just treat me like a fart!"

Hahaha.
Ding Qing laughed out loud when he saw Quan Zhenyong's appearance of a cowardly and fearful villain.

The whole town always thought there was a turning point.

"President Ding, as long as you let me go, I am willing to give all the territory to the Jinmen sect, and I will never come back after going abroad!"

Ding Qing shook his head again, without saying a word.

A black shadow quietly came to Quan Zhenyong's side, raised a knife and dropped it.

A head flew high, and countless blood sprayed into the air, splashing all over the faces of the surrounding Jinmen sect boys.

Although they were afraid in their hearts, they never dared to move.

After a long time.

Ding Qing said quietly: "Send Quan Zhenyong's head back to the Black Tiger faction!"

(End of this chapter)