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Gongs and drums were beaten along the road, and people were tied and dragged into Yuqingli. All the people in Yuqingli retreated to their homes and peeked through the windows.

Exchanging glances at the window, all the neighbors will talk about it for the next month, how could Boss Bai get into trouble with gangsters?

Shooting guns and firing cannons, fighting in the streets, is common among people in the old city.If it was in the Japanese Concession, it would be common for Japanese soldiers to break into doors, smash things and arrest people.

After shooting in the street, everyone should buy rice and rice, and fight vinegar and vinegar, without delay on either side.

The neighbors closed and locked their doors, leaned against the windows, and watched the excitement with their heads crouched.

Some people moved back the long bamboo poles for drying clothes inch by inch, closed the windows with a "snap", pulled up the curtains with a "swipe", and peeked out through the cracks in the curtains.

Three gunshots rang out, and the police station quickly sent people over. They thought someone was fighting in the old city.

In addition to the police station, there are also people from the Qing Gang. They come faster than the police. They are next to Xiaodongmen. This area is the territory of the Qing Gang. Who is impatient and dares to shoot here?

Gao Yuan, the head disciple of Hongyang, glared at Huo Zhenye angrily: "Are you still talking about the rules of the world?" The world is a matter of the world, how dare you disturb the officials!

Huo Zhenye sneered, shaking the gun in his hand: "Don't tell me."

These people were startled when they heard the gunshot, and several Taoists stood up and encouraged Gao Yuan: "Elder brother, you are not afraid of this, let him shoot you to show our abilities!"

Heh, Huo Zhenye raised his brows and almost laughed out loud. He put one hand in his pocket and held a gun in the other, just to see how that "big brother" stepped down.

Some people actually believe that people can be invulnerable.

"Otherwise, why don't you try?" Huo Zhenye spread his hands, "I don't care, if you really want to get angry, it's just self-defense."

The more arrogant he was, the more people from the same level rushed forward and encouraged Gao Yuan to be shot by him.

Gao Yuan knew best whether flesh and blood could withstand bullets, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the Taoists behind him stopped talking, but Gao Yuan became more polite: "We are here to make amends to Lord Qi, not to take revenge.

In the end, he was still afraid of guns, so he didn't dare to stand up to Huo Zhenye.

There were footsteps coming from the two long alleys on the left and right, and after a while, two groups of people rushed out of the two alleys, surrounding a group of Taoists.

From the alley on the left were members of the Green Gang, and from the alley on the right were policemen with long guns.

Yu Qingli was silent for a moment.

It's late autumn in Shanghai, and the Taoist priests are still wearing red jackets.

The members of the Qing Gang wear black long gowns, white on the inside and green on the outside.

The policemen wore police uniforms, and the two or three people in the front were carrying long guns.

Huo Zhenye was standing in the center of the three groups of people. He reached out his hand to touch his coat pocket, took out a cigarette from the silver cigarette case, opened the silver case, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Although the police were afraid of gang influence, they still stepped forward and asked, "Who shot?"

The pistol twirled around in Huo Zhenye's hand, he still had a cigarette in his mouth: "I opened it." After speaking, he looked back at Bai Zhun with a smile in his eyes.

It seems to be asking, how is it?Does he look cool when he shoots a gun?

Bai Zhun has been watching in the room, with a concerned look on his face, seeing that he still doesn't forget to show off at this time, he wants to leave but is patient, his face is very ugly.

The policeman asked again, "Why did you shoot in the downtown area?"

Huo Zhenye pointed at the red brocade box in the hands of Yiguan Daoist with the muzzle of his gun. The box was made of wood, with blood oozing from the severed palm, and the bloody red liquid dripped down the cracks in the wood onto the bricks and stones in front of the door.

This bit of blood anger made the clay jars on the attic of the Bai family tremble, Bai Zhun tapped his bamboo stick lightly, and the tip of the stick fell to the ground, and the jars froze suddenly, not daring to move.

The person holding the box was hit by Huo Zhenye's muzzle, and his legs trembled in fright.

Seeing the blood seeping out of the box, the police took half a step back and asked, "What's in this box?"

Gao Yuan stepped forward and said with a smile: "We are here to give gifts to the Bai family. This box contains freshly cut deer antlers."

To be able to set up so many altars in one pass, of course, they have been managed up and down.

The Youth Gang has been in operation for a long time, and the leader of the gang is frightening, and the police dare not mess with it.

As for the seventh young master of the Huo family, he couldn't afford to offend him even more. If he offended the gang, he would lose his official title if he offended Huo Qishao.

The police decided to make peace: "If you give a gift, you can give it a gift, and there is no need to engage in such a big fight."

He walked up to Huo Zhenye: "Young Master Huo, look..."

Bai Zhun tapped his bamboo stick to the ground, and released Xuan Yun, who hid inside the door, with a water sleeve sticking out, the brocade box was blown away by the wind.

Before the police finished speaking, a severed hand rolled out of the brocade box.

"This deer antler is so fresh." Huo Zhenye looked at the palm that had rolled to the ground, and glanced at the policeman.

It is common for gangs to use lynchings. I don’t know how many people are thrown into the Huangpu River to feed fish every year, but they can’t be done in front of the police.

Now the police couldn't let him go, they surrounded him and arrested him. Although at most it would be a gang dispute, they had to pretend to go back and lock him up for a few days.

Zeng Xiaozi's palm was chopped off at the wrist, whether he was dead or alive, the police department would not ask at all.

After finishing her sleeves, Xuan Yun sat down on the patio, half of her face was still painted with oil paint, she turned her toes up, and began to sing.

At the first pass, the big brother didn't respond at all, Bai Zhun was a little disappointed, Qingyang had some skills, this Hongyang didn't know what kind of magic, why his disciple couldn't even see ghosts.

Xuan Yun happily sang a passage, stretched her slender waist, twisted her body and flew into the jar again.

Although Bai Qiye had asked for a pass from the City God for her, he couldn't keep basking in the sun, so he retreated into the altar and fell asleep.

People from the Green Gang walked up to Huo Zhenye and saluted the inside: "Greetings to Master Qi."

When Master Bai Zhun was still alive, he had friendship with the old man of the Qing faction, both of them are dead, the old relationship is thin but still there, not to mention the Qing gang would not allow Yi Guandao to run wild on their own territory.

Bai Zhun responded, and turned into the door.

Huo Zhenye saw off the members of the Green Gang, and when he entered the door, he saw Bai Zhun watering the flowers again. The mud in the rose pot was half soaked, and he was still watering.

Yu Qingli couldn't live anymore, Shengdou Xiaomin was scared half to death when he saw the gang members.

Huo Zhenye walked up to him: "I'm interested in a garden house. It's spacious. You can grow flowers in the yard to bask in the sun. There are jars in the attic. What do you think?"

Bai Zhun is lazy, he hates moving around, anyway, he doesn't need to look at the faces of those people: "Let's talk."

Huo Zhenye still went around to look at the house. People who have passed the Tao will not give up. They will come again.

He had to buy the house quickly so that he could use it when he needed it.

Bai Zhun also let him do the work, he was going to prepare for the city god's third tour.

Huo Zhenye acted very quickly. He said that he had read a few places, which were in newspapers. He asked a real estate agent to have a look at it and chose a bungalow on Fukaisen Road.

The owner felt that Shanghai was not peaceful, so he left Shanghai for Hong Kong and left all the furniture behind.

There is a swing set in the yard, and a water lily is kept in the water tank. Even the caged bird is not taken away. When people come, they keep singing.

Huo Zhenye took a look, and found that it was still a red-mouthed Acacia, and the manager skillfully fed it.

Huo Zhenye looked up and down, and even took a photo with a copper coin: "All these things have been removed, he is not used to this."

Of course the agent was happy, all these furniture were included in the house payment, and he thought that Huo Zhenye had bought a golden house to hide his beauty: "Sir, I don't like French furniture. Why don't you look at the ones made in England? The wood workmanship is also good."

Huo Zhenye shook his head: "No, he likes bamboo."

The manager has nothing to say, even if he likes Chinese style furniture, it must be made of mahogany and pear flower wood. It is really rare to like bamboo furniture.

Huo Zhenye paid the deposit and stopped in front of the cake shop on the way home.

It's time to buy a cake to celebrate, and I have to pick a bigger one.

When he entered the cake shop, he bumped into a man in a long gown at the door. The man took off his hat to signal that the hat was covering his face, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry, sir, are you okay?"

"It's okay." It's just a bump.

Huo Zhenye didn't take it seriously at all, the two passed each other, he bought a big cake as usual, carried the cake to the side of the car, and just as he closed the car door, he felt drowsy, making him suddenly unable to open his eyes .

Huo Zhenye felt that something was wrong, he rolled down the car window, breathed in fresh air, gritted his teeth and tried to open the car door, but he couldn't move his hands and feet.

A pair of smiling peach blossom eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror, and the smile flashed in front of Huo Zhenye's eyes.

"Who is it?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he fell asleep.