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Five Mercedes-Benz Gs were parked in front of Feiyu Internet Cafe.

A dozen tough men got out of the car. One of them opened the back seat door of a big G, and Liu Meng, wearing sunglasses, got out.

Today, Liu Meng has shaved his head and is wearing a customized black suit with pointed leather shoes. He is not wearing a shirt but a black round-neck T-shirt.

He also wears a necklace about the thickness of his little finger.

The dark silver alloy necklace matched well with the metal mechanical watch on his wrist.

Buddha relies on gold clothing, and people rely on clothing.

Even if Liu Meng tried his best, his appearance could still scare most people.

Liu Meng took off his sunglasses and looked at the face of the Internet cafe.

Back then, this Feiyu Internet Cafe was the game arcade managed by him.

Three years ago, Li Dabao ordered someone to set fire to the hotel run by Su Jian and was sentenced to death.

Dabao Game Hall, Dabao Billiards Hall, and Dabao Video Hall have become history and now only exist in the memories of Fengchuan people.

"When I didn't go to Xiangjiang, I watched the scene here. I thought it was really cool. The gangsters in Fengchuan and the students in the school were all afraid of me. I thought I could conquer the world with this as a starting point."

After Liu Meng finished speaking, he smiled, obviously laughing at himself.

Liu Meng's confidant said: "Brother Meng, you have already conquered the world in England."

Others echoed.

These dozen men in black were not from Black Stone, but Liu Meng's younger brothers.

"If the chairman hadn't sent me to Xiangjiang to hang out here, my final destination would probably be prison, or..." Liu Meng gestured with his right hand in the shape of a gun, pointing to his temple.

The younger brothers understood what Liu Meng meant.

“Without the chairman, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

Liu Meng referred to Chen Hao as chairman in front of his subordinates.

Inside and outside the Internet cafe, there are people sitting in front of every computer.

Since it was the weekend, most of the people sitting in front of the computer were junior high school students and high school students. Some were playing games, and some were reading web pages and chatting with netizens.

Three men in their thirties looked around inside and outside the Internet cafe. Among them, the man with a scar on his eyebrow asked loudly: "Who is the boss?!"

"What is wrong with me?"

A young man with yellow hair who was playing CS turned to look at him.

"I found that most of the people playing games in your Internet cafe are minors, and some even secretly watch those kinds of movies. If I report you, your Internet cafe will definitely close down."

The scarred man despises yellow hair.

"Scaring me?!"

Huang Mao took off his headphones, slapped the table and stood up.

The three young men who were playing games with Huang Mao also stood up and stared at the person who came to stir up trouble.

Outside, dozens of people playing online games turned around to look at the two sides confronting each other.

The scarred man said with disdain: "Pay a thousand yuan in protection fees every month to keep your Internet cafe safe, otherwise it will be closed within an hour."

"Who are you Tema?!"

Huang Mao rushed up and grabbed the scarred man by his collar.

"Believe it or not, I will chop off your hand?" The scarred man stared at the yellow hair with a fierce look in his eyes.

Huang Mao's expression changed continuously.

At this moment, the Internet cafe door was pushed open, and Liu Meng walked in with a few people.

Wearing impressive suits and leather shoes, Liu Meng and his cronies found it difficult not to attract attention.

Huang Mao and his three buddies thought the other party's help was coming, but they were startled and at a loss.

Scar Man and his two companions were also surprised and looked at Liu Meng with frowns.

"Mengzi..."

Huang Mao recognized Liu Meng and was dumbfounded.

"After all these years, you are still dyeing your hair yellow. Don't you know that yellow hair has become a symbol of a badass?" Liu Meng laughed and teased Huang Mao.

"What a fierce guy!"

Huang Mao came back to his senses and didn't bother to tug at the scarred man anymore, and quickly came to Liu Meng.

Back then, this guy and Liu Meng were both Brother Bao's little brothers.

"Holy shit, you're so rich!"

Huang Mao excitedly patted Liu Meng on the shoulder and saw that Liu Meng was no longer what he used to be. The men in black following Liu Meng looked like professional bodyguards and professional killers, which was intimidating.

Liu Meng smiled slightly, glanced at the scarred man, and said to Huang Mao: "Your Internet cafe is quite lively."

"Damn, three idiots came from nowhere and came to collect protection money from me. I was about to deal with them when you came." Huang Mao pretended.

With Liu Meng here, Huang Mao is no longer afraid of the scarred man.

"It's the year 2000, and there are still people collecting protection fees in Toyokawa."

Liu Meng walked up to the three men step by step as he spoke.

"A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, you'd better mind your own business." The scarred man was not afraid of Liu Meng.

"Local snake?"

Liu Meng was happy and said: "Zhu San who died in a foreign country and Brother Bao who was shot a few years ago are barely considered local snakes, but you are nothing."

"Zhu San and Li Dabao died because they were incompetent. We, Brother Yong, are ten times stronger than the two of them." The scarred man mentioned Brother Yong, and Huang Mao was shocked.

Brother Yong, Wang Yong, has been thriving in Fengchuan in recent years.

It is said that he is the son-in-law of a certain big boss in Xijing, and the leader of Toyokawa must give face to this Yong brother.

"It turns out you are Brother Yong's people."

Huang Mao hurriedly stepped forward, with a smile on his face and a 180-degree change in attitude.

"Brother Yong?"

Liu Meng frowned and looked at Huang Mao.

"You can't mess with the son-in-law of a big boss in the provincial capital." Huang Mao whispered in Liu Meng's ear.

"Oh……"

Liu Meng was fearless in England, and he was fearless when he returned to Fengchuan. He said to the scarred man, "I will take care of this matter today."

"Brother!"

Huang Mao was anxious.

Liu Meng didn't even look at Huang Mao, and ordered his men, "Take the three of them and invite Brother Yong behind them. Let me see what he is."

"Yes!"

Several men in black shouted in unison and stepped forward to control the three people headed by the scarred man.

The three resisted and were knocked down by Liu Meng's men and dragged away.

"Mengzi, do you want to kill me?"

Huang Mao wants to cry but has no tears.

If you provoke Brother Yong, he will definitely not be able to open this Internet cafe.

"I'm here to help you because of old friendship."

Liu Meng pulled up a chair and sat down.

"you……"

Huang Mao wanted to scold her, but he saw five Mercedes-Benz Gs parked on the roadside outside the door. There were seven or eight men in black standing beside the cars. He didn't have the guts to blame Liu Meng anymore, so he shut up in depression.

"Don't worry, the sky won't fall." Liu Meng said casually, taking out the exquisite metal cigar box from the inner pocket of his suit, opening the cigar box and taking out a cut cigar.

A confidant quickly stepped forward, took out a ZIPPO lighter, lit it, and bowed to light the cigar for Liu Meng.

Huang Mao couldn't help but think of the big brother Jianghu in the Xiangjiang movie.

Half an hour later, Liu Meng's men returned to the Internet cafe, holding Brother Yong down and kneeling in front of Liu Meng.

"Brother Meng, when I came back, I encountered dozens of people blocking my way, so I fired my gun." The man in black who said this was nicknamed Iron Hand and was Liu Meng's most trusted younger brother.

"Move the gun..."

Liu Meng looked at Iron Shou.

"I fired three shots in total, wounding two of them. I shot the other one casually and hit him in the heart. I'm afraid he won't survive." Tie Shou reported truthfully.

Liu Meng frowned subconsciously. The mainland was not as good as England. It was not a trivial matter to kill someone with a gun.

"You are dead."

Brother Yong glared at Liu Meng, his eyes almost splitting.