Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

There were still many stall owners open on the streets at midnight. When they saw Li Guoqiang and his group walking out of the boxing gym,

Many people were cursing while packing up their stalls.

"These losers are causing trouble again. Why don't you send down a bolt of lightning to kill these damned bastards?"

This kind of scene is too common on the streets at midnight, and small vendors know that they have to close their stalls at this time. Otherwise, they are likely to be implicated, and if their stalls are smashed, they will not be able to find anyone to compensate them.

The group arrived at the intersection, where a row of red vans were parked. Li Guoqiang's men quickly got into the vans.

There were people in the car handing out white cloth strips and tools. They handed out polished blades one by one.

At this moment, the van was completely silent, with only the sound of heavy breathing echoing from time to time.

Many newcomers who were participating in the club war for the first time were very nervous and kept moving the knives in their hands, causing the blades to collide and make a clanging sound.

The forty-nine guards looked at the newlyweds' nervous and excited expressions and shouted at them loudly.

"What a bunch of idiots. When I was killing my friends, I chopped them all from the beginning to the end of the street. With two machetes, I was unbeatable in the whole street."

"Just follow me later. Whoever I chop, you just follow me and chop him."

Inside the van, many veterans were sharing their experiences with their friends, which helped to ease the nervousness of the newcomers.

Zhang Minghui followed the van in a sedan to protect them. He would not take action this time, but he would still accompany them just in case to avoid any accidents.

The van arrived at the intersection and split into two groups, heading straight for Feihong and Sangkun's destination.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Minghui decided to follow Li Guoqiang. His current identity was the most important. And he was dealing with Sang Kun and his gang.

Although Wang Jianjun and his two comrades followed him, and their fighting power far exceeded that of Sang Kun and his men, Zhang Minghui was still uneasy. After all, this was his first major battle since he came to Hong Kong Island, so he had to be careful.

The other half of the team was led by Li Guoyong, who brought Wang Jianmin, Chen Shugen, and Wei Hongquan. After the two sides were divided, they were both extremely powerful.

It was no problem to deal with a few red sticks. As long as there was no support, Sang Kun and Fei Hong would be taken down quickly.

Ten minutes.

Li Guoqiang's van stopped at the entrance of a nightclub. As soon as the door opened, more than a hundred people got out. The young man who was riding in the van saw that the situation was not good.

Sang Kun inside had already been notified.

When Sang Kun heard that Scar Qiang was bringing people to clean up the place, he immediately asked his brothers to notify everyone nearby to come over.

He went out to fight first, holding a knife, and led more than 30 men to the door quickly.

Seeing that Scar Qiang and his hundreds of men were staring at him fiercely, Sang Kun's heart was pounding. Scar Qiang had mobilized all his forces, and it seemed that he was in danger this time.

But he had to say something to win the game. He also had to buy time and wait for his men to rescue him. Scar Qiang took the lead, his face ferocious, and shouted and cursed.

"Scar Qiang, you loser, how dare you bring people to raid my place. Challenge me one-on-one, let's decide the winner. Whoever loses will give up the territory."

Li Guoqiang smiled coldly. Seeing that the brothers on the opposite side were a little timid, he knew that the opportunity had come. I just want to kill you today. You also want me to fight you one-on-one. It's obvious that you want to delay time.

Think beautiful.

Li Guoqiang pointed the knife in his right hand at Sang Kun and shouted.

"Brothers, whoever kills this bastard today will be rewarded with HK$100,000 and given a high position."

Li Guoqiang's words stimulated his subordinates. Isn't the purpose of joining a gang to get a job? There is also a reward of 100,000 cash.

Instantly, the morale of Li Guoqiang's men was high. With red eyes, they stared at Sang Kun so hard that Sang Kun felt a little scared. He was not willing to be outdone.

"Brothers, whoever kills that bastard Scar Qiang for me, I will reward him with 500,000 yuan and personally appoint him as a position."

The huge bonus stimulated the few men under Sang Kun to become excited. They wanted to pick up their knives and chop Scar Qiang right away.

The morale of both sides was boosted. Li Guoqiang shouted loudly.

"kill"

Ma Wangquan, Mangshehui and Tiejiaoqi, the three old men standing next to Li Guoqiang, immediately followed suit and shouted.

"kill"

The crowd rushed towards Sang Kun's men like a tide. As soon as the two sides came into contact, Li Guoqiang's side, which had the advantage in numbers, gained an absolute advantage.

Seeing his men were losing strength, Sang Kun stood behind and shouted loudly.

"Brothers, hold on. The backup will be here soon, and we will kill that bastard Scar Lee later."

.....

Zhang Minghui and his two brothers pushed open a noodle shop that was about to close. The owner heard the sound of fighting outside and was about to close the shop.

After seeing Zhang Minghui and the other two come in, the fat boss said with a wry smile.

"Hello bosses, we are closed now. The gang outside is fighting too fiercely, and I am afraid I will be implicated later."

Zhang Minghui smiled slightly, took out a few hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket, motioned the noodle shop owner to take the money, and said with a smile.

"Boss, please help me. I'll go to the second floor to see their battle scene."

The fat boss was still hesitating whether to accept it. A cute girl ran over from behind the bar, snatched the money from Zhang Minghui's hand, and said happily.

"Dad, you'd be a bastard if you don't make money. Since this big guy wants to watch the fun, let's make it convenient for him. It's convenient for both you and others, so why are you hesitating?"

The fat boss couldn't do anything with his daughter. Since the money had already been collected, he could only give orders to his daughter with a wry smile.

"Ashan, take the bosses to the second-floor balcony. I'll make some food for them later. I can't take their money for nothing."

Zhang Minghui nodded with a smile and thanked him, looking at the girl in front of him. The girl was about 15.6 years old, pure and lovely, with two shallow dimples when she smiled.

He was leading the way in front while complaining.

"Boss, what's so good about a bunch of bad guys fighting? You look so gentle and you don't look like a gangster. You can't learn bad habits from them.

"It would be best if we all beat these bastards to death. They would not come to our house, eat without paying, and even flirt with me. They are really a bunch of idiots."

The cute girl kept talking as she climbed the stairs a few steps. She kept on talking like a small machine gun, scolding the bad guys all the way.

At this moment, Zhang Minghui thought of Zhang Weihong from Sijiu City. The two really looked alike. Their personalities were comparable, but their fighting power was definitely not comparable.