The Strongest Soldier in the City

"See, ma'am, in this society, either you are more fierce than others, or you are more ruthless than others, others will be afraid of you! If not, then you only have to obediently admit your fate, neither willing to admit your fate, nor capable. People are not as good as those lying on the street asking for food! At least they still know to admit their fate, which is also a kind of living method!" Chen Liuhe said.

Wang Jinge seemed to be crying enough. She raised her face and said, "You're right, I'm a fool! I can't resist the Qiao family, nor can I be so indifferent to the Wang family, this is my life!"

She took off her sunglasses and wiped the tears on her face with a tissue. At this moment, Chen Liuhe finally saw a black bruise on the left corner of the eye covered by the sunglasses, and her entire left eye was puffy.

On that perfect and exquisite face, it was so dazzling, as if it had damaged an exquisite artwork, which made people feel unforgivable!

Chen Liuhe narrowed his eyes subconsciously. It seemed that Hanmang flashed inside, and Wang Jinge turned his head to make the bruised left eye more clearly seen by Chen Liuhe. She laughed and said, "Are you looking good? What hurts my self-esteem?"

"Who did it?" Chen Liuhe withdrew his eyes and looked casually out of the car window.

Wang Jinge sneered to start the car: "Who does it matter? Haven't I always been so insignificant? At Wang's house, my dog ​​is not as good, at best it is just a commodity that can be exchanged for chips. At the Qiao's house, I am still nothing, They can only let them lower their eyebrows and make them happy. When they are happy, they will give you a smiley face. If they are not happy, they will beat.

Chen Liuhe exhaled quietly, as if he didn't care about this matter, he said: "Let's talk about what happened tonight!"

"The Black Jiao Gang has come to the door. If you don't surrender Wang Jinlong, you will have to kill the whole family with the surname Wang. The old and the young will not let it go. Wang Jinbiao's gang will bear the brunt."

Wang Jinge said: "Wang Jinbiao has already taken Wang Jinlong to the oral cavity of the Black Jiao Gang. For him, Jin Wang, a dead king, is better than the family of Wang Wang."

Chen Liuhe said: "Then Wang Tiancai will find you and ask you to come and protect King Jinlong?"

"The son is the son after all. For Wang Tiancai, it is also a life tragedy for the white-haired man to send the black-haired man. For the sake of a son, what sacrifice is there to sacrifice my daughter who splashed out? It is estimated that it is waste in his heart. "" Wang Jinge sneered.

"Then you are so obedient?" Chen Liuhe asked.

"What can I do if I'm not obedient? He used to be different. It only became like this after the court fell. I remember that when I was very young, he would carry me on my shoulders and let me ride a horse." Wang Jinge sniffed. .

With a chuckle, Chen Liuhe said: "How do you know that it must be useful to me? That's the Black Jiao Gang, one of the most powerful black forces in Hangzhou, in your eyes, the old gang that is evil and evil!"

"You're not even afraid of the Qiao family, will you be afraid of the Black Jiao Gang? If you were afraid of the Black Jiao Gang, you wouldn't have to deal with the mourning dog last time, if you can't, you think now Who else can we ask? Besides you, who can give Wang Jinlong a lifeline?" Wang Jinge said truthfully.

"If I saved Wang Jinlong, what did you just count?" Chen Liuhe asked in a playful manner.

"Relax, I won't regret it. After so many years, I'm tired and don't want to struggle anymore." Wang Jinge smirked.

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As a veteran black force in Hangzhou, the Black Jiao Gang has existed for decades, and its strength is undoubtedly undoubtedly, not to mention that Hangzhou is one of the best, and it is definitely the name of Hangzhou.

To add up to the crowd, it is estimated that there are at least thousands of them, and there are many Tangkous under their control. Of course, even modern gangs have been commercialized in modern society. Tangkou is nothing more than some bars, hotels, KTV and other places. .

The "Black Jiao Di Hall" is a relatively large industry within the Black Jiao Gang. The business here has been very good and is very popular with teenagers, but today, it is very deserted, and there are signs hanging out at the door.

A black car came, and Wang Jinbiao dragged Wang Jinlong, who was trapped like a dumpling, out of the trunk, carried it on his shoulder, and walked into the disco in a generous manner.

The disco is brightly lit and full of people. The black pressure is scattered around the four seats. At a glance, there are at least a hundred or so, and all of them have hostility on their faces.

Facing such a battle, Wang Jinbiao was not afraid, looked around, and then ran directly to the front of the seat.

"Seven masters, brother, I brought you to you!" Wang Jinbiao left Wang Jinlong, who was just like a dead dog, expressionlessly, and said respectfully to the people in the seat.

There were only two people in the seat. One was the bereavement dog who hadn't nearly killed Wang Jinlong. The other was an old man in a Tang suit. He looked like he was about 60 years old. His hair was pale and he was short and thin. But he has a pair of triangular eyes that make people dare not look straight, very sharp.

This old man is the famous black dragon gangster in Hangzhou, Feng Qi, who is known as Qiye!

He can also be regarded as a well-known ruthless character in Hangcheng. He is hard-working and uncompromising in his work.

"Dog, is this a bastard?" Feng Qi asked the mourning dog on the side instead of visiting Wang Jinbiao.

The mourning dog stared angrily at Wang Jinlong on the ground and said, "Seven Lord, this is the king!"

"Well." Feng Qi raised his head and looked at Wang Jinbiao: "Wang Jinbiao, you are not guilty. You dare to come alone. I appreciate this. You are ruthless enough to send your own brother." ."

"Seven Lords, I don't want to die the whole family, only the younger brother." Wang Jinbiao said blankly.

"Yes, you are very honest, and you know Junjie who is the one who knows the current affairs." Feng Qi said: "But you are also very rude, Wang Jinlong offended the dog, he should have died a week ago, but you let him live to the present. ."

After a pause, Feng Qi whispered: "How about this account?"

"The Seventh Lord has the final say!" Wang Jinbiao said in a deep voice, still no expression on his face.

Feng Qi nodded and didn't speak anymore, but waved his hand to the mourning dog and motioned him to deal with it.

The mourning dog suddenly showed a grin, grabbed a bottle of beer on the table, and smashed it directly into Wang Jinbiao's head.

The sound of "bang" made a muffled sound, and the beer bottle was shattered. The wine inside spilled Wang Jinbiao's face, mixed with scarlet blood, and dripped from his forehead, staining Wang Jinbiao's face.

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There is one more later, seven today!