Chapter 135 I’m going to throw some ashes in your eyes!

Chapter 135 I’m going to throw some ashes in your eyes!

In the middle of the crowd, Xiaosha and Twelve Young Masters were still in a stalemate.

The two people originally had great murderous intentions towards each other. Their hatred for many years made them eager to get rid of each other quickly, but after hearing Tie Dan's words...

Both of them unconsciously released the trigger.

There was some truth in what the bald man said. Regardless of who died in the end, the guy from Zhen Guanxi would be the cheaper one, but they really couldn't bear to let each other go.

At this time, Zheng Jirong walked over slowly with Cheng Leer in his arms.

"Boss!"

When the boys brought by Tie Dan saw that it was their old man, they all consciously lowered their heads to greet him and spread out in a separate way.

"Brother Rong! I'm not late. I was holding my watch and arrived in less than ten minutes!"

Zheng Jirong glanced at Tie Dan, who was speaking freely, and resisted the urge to hit him on the head. After all, they were all outsiders here, so he still had to save some face for him.

"Put away the guns! This is Hong Kong Island, not Somani. Come out with more than a dozen submachine guns. Do you want to fight?!"

When the guys holding UZI heard this, they quickly hid the guns in their coats outside their suits.

After hearing this, Tiedan touched his shiny head in embarrassment. Hearing Brother Rong's urgent tone on the phone, he thought something big had happened, so he took all the guys with him.

When he was about to explain to Zheng Jirong, he suddenly saw Xiaosha and Twelve Young Masters still pointing guns at each other. Tie Dan decisively slapped each of them on the head!

"I'm going to attack you, Amu! Are you deaf? Brother Rong asked you to put your guns away!"

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Xiaosha and the Twelve Young Masters were both a little confused by this slap. You are the brothers who control Guanxi, and we are not, so why should we listen to him?

"What?! Why are you two staring at me? Believe it or not, I will throw some ashes in your eyes!"

Seeing Tie Dan showing off his power, Zheng Jirong thought of A Fei A Ji who was secretly hiding in the public toilet. He sighed helplessly, why are all his subordinates a group of sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks?

He raised his hand and put it on Tie Dan's shoulder. Tie Dan, who was still chattering, suddenly stopped talking as if his throat was being strangled.

Zheng Jirong glanced at Xiaosha and Twelve Young Masters, and said calmly: "I'm not interested in the grudges between you two. Even if you directly shoot each other, I won't care, but there is one thing that I am quite curious about. "

He turned his gaze to Xiaosha and said in a cold voice with no expression on his face: "I can pretend I didn't see you destroying a few shops on Temple Street, but what do you mean by setting fire to the shops? Who gave you the courage to set fire to my site? of?!"

"Your territory?"

Before Xiaosha could say anything, the Twelve Young Masters jumped up and said, "When did Temple Street become your territory?"

"What! Do you have any objections? I tell you, including Temple Street, the entire Hong Kong and Kowloon are Brother Rong's territory!"

Looking at Tie Dan's arrogant look, the Twelve Young Masters couldn't help but turn the gun slightly, really wanting to kill this bastard!

Zheng Jirong ignored the two people next to him who were glaring at each other, but continued to say to Xiaosha: "Weren't you very majestic just now? Why don't you speak now and are mute?!"

Xiaosha glanced at Zheng Jirong's younger brother who was standing all over the street, gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "You have the power now, so you can say anything!"

"Hey", Zheng Jirong shook his head disdainfully and said it's okay if he's afraid, why are you babbling so much nonsense.

He raised his hand and patted Tie Dan on the head twice. This guy was still chattering threats and intimidations to the Twelve Young Masters, and the Twelve Young Masters' guns had already turned from Xiaosha to point at him.

Raising his hand and looking at his watch, Zheng Jirong said to the two of them: "It won't take more than five minutes at most. The police will definitely arrive. I advise you that if you want revenge, shoot the other party quickly, or wait for the police to come."

He pointed at the messy streets and a large group of short mules lying on the ground, wondering whether they were alive or dead, and gloated: "You can only sing Su Yao Wanli San in the bitter kiln."

After hearing this, both of them couldn't help but tighten their hands on the gun handle. Xiaosha couldn't help but feel chills when he thought of the scene in Zheng Jirong's words. He sang with the Twelve Young Masters "How many confidants are there in this world?"

This is even more uncomfortable than killing him!

Damn it, should I shoot?

When the Xiaosha Zhengtian people were fighting, they suddenly heard Zheng Jirong's words again.

"But, if we let you die like this, I don't think you will be convinced by each other, so be it!"

Zheng Jirong's hand around Le'er suddenly let go. His hands grabbed the guns in their hands like lightning, and instantly snatched the guns from their hands.

Xiaosha and the Twelve Young Masters were shocked. Just now, they only felt their eyes blur, and in the blink of an eye, the gun in their hands was in Zhen Guanxi's hands.

"What do you want to do?"

"Hey, don't worry."

Zheng Jirong threw the gun on the ground and continued to say to the two of them: "It's too boring to use a gun to take revenge. Find a private place to sign a life and death certificate. You guys challenge each other, and I'll be the referee in Guanxi. How about that?"

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Zheng Jirong shrugged and said: "The note will be here soon, you should make a decision quickly."

Xiaosha touched the scar on his face. This scar was left to him by Young Master Twelve. He had squatted in the kiln for so many years and hated Young Master Twelve for so many years. He missed Young Master Twelve more than anyone else. Die less.

"Okay! I'm willing to fight him, but I'm afraid he won't have the guts!"

"I don't have the guts? I'm afraid I'll beat you to death!"

The Twelve Young Masters glared at Xiaosha, it was time to put an end to their grudge!

Zheng Jirong, who had been observing the two of them, nodded secretly in his heart when he saw that they both agreed. If there was no interruption from that guy Tie Dan, it is estimated that the two of them would really fight each other and die together, but now they all know that dying will only benefit themselves later. , has long lost his will to die.

Later, the two of them put up the no-fight card and discussed the possibility of fighting again next time.

But how could he let such a good opportunity slip away.

"You've thought about it all, right? Tie Dan, find a secret place and give them a life-or-death challenge."

"clear."

After the Twelve Young Masters made their decision, they glared at Xiaosha and called Aqiang.

Such a big thing happened in Temple Street this time, and these residents and merchants suffered a lot of disaster because of him. He ordered Aqiang to send people door to door to apologize.

"Boss, I think it's better for me to stay with you at this time, just in case the Guanxi government pulls some tricks."

The Twelfth Young Master patted Aqiang on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, he's a gangster and he won't be so mean. If he really wants me to die, he doesn't have to play so many tricks."

"But how can you go alone? Bring a few more brothers with you."

"Who said I want to go alone? It's not my territory. Of course I have to bring a few trustworthy brothers with me."

After saying that, the Twelve Young Masters looked around and found that there was no one they were looking for and couldn't help but frown slightly. Could it be them?

He couldn't help but said urgently to Ah Qiang: "Look for the bodies of Ah Fei and Ah Ji on the ground. Couldn't these two people be hacked to death?"

Ah Qiang thought of Ah Fei's brave and loyal attitude before, and couldn't help but worry: "Okay, big brother."

Just as the two were anxious, a familiar voice came from not far away.

"Boss, are you looking for us?"

The Twelve Young Master suddenly looked back, and saw A Fei and A Ji, whose faces were covered in blood, supporting each other and slowly walking toward him step by step.

"This is what you are."

"Brother! We're sorry for you. We didn't manage to kill the bastard Xiaosha. We only killed seventeen or eight of the little guys."

"We accept the punishment!"

The Twelve Young Masters were confused when they heard this, "You said you killed seventeen or eight people?"

"Yes, boss, it's right over the public toilet. We don't know how many people were hacked to death, and you don't need to look at it. The place is so bloody that you won't be able to eat for days after just one look."

Looking at Afei Aji who was still waving his hands modestly, the Twelve Young Masters frowned and said eagerly to them: "I will arrange a boat for you right away."

Ah Fei and the two asked in confusion: "Boss, are you going to go to sea?"

"What the hell! Arrange for you to run away! Damn it, you have hacked so many people to death, are you murderers?"

"Run away?"

"Don't be stunned. If you have anything to bring, hurry home and get it."

After finishing speaking, the Twelve Young Masters took off the big gold Rolex from their wrists and handed it to them. He held their shoulders and sighed: "You guys go to Bay Island to avoid the storm. If I am lucky enough to survive this time, I will wait until the storm has passed." Go and bring you back."

Ah Fei and the two looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the Jin Lao in their hands, and randomly explained: "Boss, don't worry too much, we didn't cut it deeply, maybe those people were just disabled."

"Nonsense, the sword has no eyes, how can you be sure they are not dead? Run away quickly."

Seeing that he was determined to send the two of them away, Aji couldn't help but explain: "Well, actually we didn't kill more than a dozen people. We were just joking with you, brother."

"joke?"

The Twelve Young Masters were stunned for a moment, pointed at the fresh blood stains on their bodies, and said in puzzlement: "What about this blood?"

"Nosebleed. I've been very angry lately."

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Inside a warehouse in Mong Kok.

At this time, a large group of men were gathered around a table discussing how to write the symbols of life and death, and a female voice was heard from time to time.

"No, no, it's definitely not right. How can a sentence like "life or death will not be investigated" be regarded as a life or death situation?"

"Then how do you think you should write it?"

"At least add one sentence: "Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in heaven."

"Okay, add it to him."

After the life and death certificate was written, everyone was confused about whether they should print their fingerprints or sign their names.

"Signing is useless! Is his Twelve Young Master really called Twelve Young Master? I think it's better to just press your fingerprints."

"Xiao Sa, you fart, I, Tang Twelve, won't change my surname even if I sit down, and I won't change my name if I do!"

"Boss is right. I think your handsome name is the reason why you are so handsome. With your handsome face, you actually have the nerve to claim to be handsome. Your shamelessness is truly astonishing!"

"Damn it, Young Master Twelve, take care of your people!"

"Why, what did Ah Fei say wrong?"

Just when the two sides were about to fight again, Cheng Leer held back and said, "In that case, why don't you just press your fingerprints first and then sign? It's a two-pronged approach. If you're still worried, then sign your English name as well."

Everyone looked at each other in shock after hearing this. What this pretty girl said seemed to make sense.

Xiaosha was the first to grab the life-and-death status. After glaring at Young Master Twelve, he bit off his finger and pressed it on it, and then wrote a few big characters with a pen.

"What's so great about it."

When he finished writing, the Twelve Young Masters bit their fingers as usual, but when he finished pressing his fingerprints, he suddenly discovered that there was an English signature under the elegant signature.

Damn it, I didn’t expect this bastard to learn English after studying in Stanley for several years.

He asked in a low voice to A Fei A Ji beside him: "Do you know how to write the name Twelve Young Masters in English?"

"Of course I do."

After a while, Zheng Jirong fell into silence as he looked at the English signatures on the life and death certificate that read "Handy Sam" and "Seven Yilaiwen".