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

In a boxing gym not far away, many men and women on the first floor were shouting excitedly.

"Handsome boy, beat him to death. Beat him to death."

"Big Head, I bet on you to win, don't let me down!"

The excitement of the fist-fighting made the rich second generation and rich ladies excited. The boxing match was the most important event for the Walled City to earn huge profits.

Uncle Lung's top horse, Fei Zai Xiang, is in charge of this event. In addition to arranging the daily fights, Fei Zai Xiang is also responsible for attracting the second generation, rich women and other big players to spend money in the city.

In other words, the City Walled City Arena Tournament is a disguised underground gambling company.

Especially today's event is special.

The two sides in the battle were the two top societies in Hong Kong Island, the East Star and the Hung Hing. Because of their huge size, the two societies were afraid that if they fought, the other society would take advantage.

Therefore, when there is a dispute, a boxing match will be used to resolve the problem.

After two loud bangs reached the gym, everyone was panicked. The second generation and rich ladies sitting below looked around in fear.

The two people fighting on the stage lost their mood to continue fighting. They stood there, looking around.

Inside the box on the second floor.

Uncle Long from the Walled City was chatting with Jiang Tiansheng, the leader of the Hongxing Society, and Luo Tuo, the leader of the Dongxing Society. Since the leaders of the two top societies were here, of course he had to come out and keep them company.

After hearing two loud "booms" from the front and back, Uncle Long's face darkened and he quickly ordered Awei behind him to find out what was going on.

Awei had just been out for less than a minute.

Two loud "boom" sounds were heard again, mixed with the sounds of various guns.

At this moment, not only Uncle Long looked gloomy, but Jiang Tiansheng and Luotuo also looked unhappy. They thought that this was a fight for power in the city.

He immediately signaled to his men to be on alert.

In less than two minutes, Awei ran up with a terrified look on his face and said in shock.

"Lord Long, someone is attacking the two assassin groups. They even took out rocket launchers and machine guns. They are blocking outside and shooting the assassins of the two groups non-stop."

Uncle Long immediately stood up and gave orders to Awei.

"Ah Wei, call Ah Xiang over and let him do his job. These idiots dared to come to our city to cause trouble. Today I will make sure they never come back."

The two leaders of the top societies looked at each other, then silently picked up their teacups and drank tea, as if they hadn't heard anything.

However, the several hall masters behind them looked at Uncle Long with different expressions.

The second generation and rich ladies below shouted loudly, demanding that Chengzhai give them an explanation.

Uncle Long asked Ah Wei to go down and appease these big water pipes, because they were all his gods of wealth. He couldn't let the gods of wealth down, because if they didn't come back in the future, he would suffer a great loss.

Spring Tree Street

After the two shells were fired, sparks flew all over the five-story building, and thick smoke rose everywhere. Although the flames were not big, there was no time for rescue.

The killers in the building were in a panic.

When the explosion sounded, the killers inside reacted and hurriedly took out their pistols to defend themselves. They wanted to lean against the window and kill the powerful enemy outside directly.

But the second shell blew them up with wailing sounds, and the shock wave of the shell caused them to suffer heavy damage. In panic, the killers prepared to rush out of the door and fight back.

The building is no longer safe.

But as soon as the killers rushed to the door, they were met with a burst of gunfire from a light machine gun. The "da da da" bullets indiscriminately slaughtered the killers. In just one minute, the killers who rushed out suffered a fatal blow.

He fell into a pool of blood.

All the killers didn't know why they were subjected to such fierce artillery attack.

No one dared to stay on the street anymore, they all hid in their houses and kept praying. Gunfights often happened in the Walled City, and these people were used to it.

But the "boom" of the shells made them realize that this time was different from the past. This kind of artillery fire was the first time they had heard it in the fortress.

After Zhang Minghui saw that the killer in the building didn't dare to show up again, he turned his head and spoke to Wang Jianmin.

"Jianmin, fire one more shell. Leave the remaining two shells for Uncle Long's men. Such a big commotion will definitely make this Dragon Head Boss angry."

Wang Jianmin chuckled, adjusted the angle, and half-crouched on the ground. The shells whizzed straight to the second floor. The previous two shells had already shattered the glass.

The shell went straight in through the window, and there was a loud "boom". A large part of the building inside collapsed. The five-story building, which was not strong to begin with, was shaking and seemed to be showing signs of collapse.

The killers hiding on the first floor were so frightened that they had to risk rushing outside the house, but as soon as they reached the door, they were mercilessly shot by light machine guns.

After hearing the noise from the next street, they fired another shell without hesitation.

Tens of thousands of people in the entire walled city heard the rumbling sound and thought that the Hong Kong Island troops had begun to attack. Many people were so scared that they lay on the ground, covering their ears.

Keep praying for God's blessing.

Li Guoqiang looked at the battered killers excitedly, and excitedly fired his submachine gun into the building continuously.

At this time, a lot of footsteps were suddenly heard in the distance. Zhang Minghui looked back and saw the ferocious gangsters rushing towards him with long and short guns in hand.

Zhang Minghui's expression turned cold and he spoke directly.

"Jianjun, give them a shot, Aiguo, set up the machine gun. Let them see our firepower."

After hearing Zhang Minghui's command, the two did not hesitate. A few seconds later, the gangsters who were still running saw a flash of fire, and dozens of people were instantly bombarded with blood and flesh.

Those who died directly were fine. Many people had their arms and legs blown off, and fell to the ground wailing. Then came the "da da da" sound of Li Aiguo's light machine gun.

Rows of rotten boys were being ruthlessly harvested like rice in the fields.

The hooligans behind them were so frightened that they hurriedly ran back, crying and shouting for their parents. They had never seen such a cruel scene before, and the hooligans were beaten to pieces.

Seeing that the commotion was almost over, Zhang Minghui turned around and gave instructions to Tiejiao Qi.

"Go next door and call Jianjun and the others. It's time for us to retreat."

Tiejiao Qi nodded woodenly, his mind was blank at this moment. Today he finally saw what a big scene was.

Two minutes later.

Wang Jianjun and other brothers came to gather. Zhang Minghui stood on the street and shouted towards the distance.

"Listen carefully, people from the assassin group. If you dare to accept the order and go out of the city to carry out the assassination, the next time I come, it won't be just ten shells."

Zhang Minghui waved his hand, and his brothers followed Tiejiaoqi with guns in hand, moving quickly out of the city.