The Beginning of Siheyuan: The Pig Killer of Qinjia Village

Chang Wei changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom. Bai Yuechang was already waiting in the living room.

"Yue Chang."

"husband."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Yuechang happily hung on him and gave him a sweet kiss.

After a heated exchange of words, Chang Wei gently held her hand.

"Let's go home first. We'll be hungry soon."

Bai Yuechang said playfully, "Your eldest wife is taking care of her, so she won't starve. I think you miss your precious daughter."

Chang Wei laughed. "I want both. I want both."

"I don't have that much time to spend with you even if I want to. You have something important to do today."

"Whoever has the ability and gives more can use the venue, and it won't take up much time."

As the two were talking, Chang Wei's face changed into Chang Biao's, and they walked out holding hands sweetly.

Chen Zhan, who was a man of few words, said, "Boss, Madam."

Zhang Shaozu stepped forward respectfully. "Boss, Madam, the car is ready."

They are now the two leaders of the North District. Chen Zhan is the knife in Chang Wei's hand, responsible for dealing with the external enemies of the fortress, while Zhang Shaozu is the shield in Chang Wei's hand, responsible for the security and defense of the fortress.

Chang Wei nodded and asked as he walked. "Young Master, is the city stable recently?"

Zhang Shaozu answered truthfully. "Everything is normal, but recently there have been spies from various forces outside the city, they should be here for the paradise venue."

Chang Wei smiled faintly. "Don't worry about them, they are just small characters."

The bosses under him have already received the notice and will not do such useless work.

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Half an hour later, in the living room of a seaside villa in Kowloon City.

"Daddy." The little girl Chang Luoxian, with a ponytail and a princess dress, ran towards Chang Wei.

"Hey! My little darling, did you miss daddy?" Chang Wei stretched out his arms with a smile on his face, picked up his daughter and touched her forehead.

"Yes, Mommy does too." Chang Luoxian responded in a baby voice.

"Does Xianxian think with his mouth or with his heart?"

The little girl opened her eyes wide and thought about it, then hugged Chang Wei's neck and kissed him on the cheek. "It's what I thought."

Chang Wei smiled brilliantly. "Little clever boy, who did you learn this from?"

Chang Luoxian said seriously, "Mommy said she would miss Daddy, and she kissed him like this."

Chang Wei's smile froze and he felt a little embarrassed. This girl saw him kissing Bai Ling when he was leaving last time. He didn't expect that she still remembered it.

Bai Ling, who was holding the seventh brother Chang Haoyang, blushed and glared at Chang Wei coquettishly.

"You are such a smart kid." Bai Yuechang giggled and scratched the little girl's nose. "Sister Ling, give me Yangyang."

Chang Wei accompanied his wife and children, enjoying the rare warm time happily.

It was not until half past ten that the family arrived at the villa next door, and Chang Wei and Bai Fanyu went out in a car together.

"Ah Wei, the people who came this time are mainly from hometown associations and triads. Hometown associations are considered to be related and are not likely to cause trouble. Do you want to..."

Bai Fanyu thought about it and gave a suggestion. He had been busy with smuggling and didn't know how much power Chang Wei had arranged for people to develop in Kowloon Walled City in the past two years. He was afraid that Chang Wei's men would not be able to control the situation. If the proportion of people from the hometown association was larger, they would give him, the elder, some face.

"Dad, there's no need. Although we are in a gang, we are mainly businessmen. So whoever has the ability and pays more can use the venue.

As for my one-third acre of land in the Walled City, my rules are the rules. For those who don’t follow the rules, the knife in my hand is still sharp.”

Chang Wei smiled and gave a confident and tactful answer.

Under the Kowloon Security Company, the two hundred official internal guards led by Chen Zhan were the main combat force. They were all elites selected from a carefully selected thousand people after more than a year of rigorous training. They were able to fight ten to one. The three hundred external guards led by Zhang Shaozu, who were responsible for the security of the entire walled city, also performed well in the same period of training. The remaining five hundred barely qualified ones were sent out as eyes on the periphery.

The key point is that the quality of soldiers is more important than their quantity, and these people are all from poor backgrounds and are willing to be bought out. Each of them will receive a resettlement allowance of 50,000 Hong Kong dollars and a salary, which is equivalent to a death squad.

"It's good that you have the upper hand, but you have to be careful of Lei Zhendong. He didn't kill him last time, but I don't know where he got a thug named A Lian from, and he has turned things around again. Now he's like a mad dog, biting anyone he sees."

Bai Fanyu nodded. He knew that Chang Wei would not fight a battle without confidence. If he said there was no problem, then there must be no problem.

"Don't worry, he's just a small character." Chang Wei smiled faintly. He already knew the background of this A Lian, who was from Macau.

More than half an hour later, Chang Wei and Bai Fanyu and his group arrived at Qingya Teahouse. Although the name sounds elegant, it is actually a place for the bigwigs of the community to communicate.

I pushed open the door of private room 201 and saw smoke filling the room.

Chang Wei took a quick look and saw the two middle-aged men sitting in the main seats, the head of the hometown association, Bu Ben, whom he had never met, and Hong San from the triad. Most of the others were familiar to him, such as Lei Zhendong, Tai Zilong, Sang Kun, Huo Lietai, etc.

He understood in his heart that these people should be the ones competing for the paradise venue this time.

Bai Fanyu greeted everyone with a smile, then took Chang Wei to introduce him to the two club leaders.

"My dear, my dear Hong, my love is always good."

Chang Wei clasped his fists and greeted him. "Master, Master Hong."

Hong San nodded, and looked at Chang Wei with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he hid it well and kept a smile on his face. "Young people are formidable, old man, you have to give up your position as the first pair of red sticks in the club!"

In those days, Bu Ben was known as the most capable double-flowered red stick fighter in Hong Kong gangs. He was both intelligent and brave, otherwise he would not have been able to sit in the position of leader.

Wu Ben laughed. "Old Hong, you have to be old and respect your age. The young and strong are better than you. Let alone Biao Zai, even if your young disciple Zhendong gave him a knife, I would not be his opponent!"

This shows how close they are, and why Baifanyu made such a suggestion. The two of them were drinking tea in a friendly manner one second, but in the next second, they spoke in sarcastic and aggressive terms because of Chang Wei.

Lei Zhendong's eyes were about to spit fire, and he slammed the table and pointed at Chang Wei. "Pu Street Boy, let's fight again if you have the guts."

The one with the ugliest expression on the field was none other than him. After the loss, Chen Zhan was beaten badly and was almost wiped out.

Chang Wei smiled faintly, looked at Lei Zhendong with contempt, and deliberately provoked him. "I remember your name is Lei Zhendong, right? I'm a businessman, do you have anything else that can make me excited?"

Lei Zhendong was a hot-tempered man, and he couldn't stand Chang Wei's look, so he slammed the table. "A Lian."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure holding a single-edged spear flew towards Chang Wei's eyes.

Chang Wei stood still, slightly turned his head to avoid the stabbing thorn, and instantly thrust his right hand into the opponent's throat...

The entire private room 201 seemed to be frozen, and the young man named A Lian fell to the ground with his eyes wide open and his hands covering his throat.

To everyone present, his throat was still a little distance away from Chang Wei's fingers, but he fell to the ground inexplicably, and Chang Wei's hands were clean...

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