Chapter 434
Kowloon Walled City.
The narrow lanes are intricate, dark and damp, as if shrouded in endless haze. Clothes hanging overhead and cluttered billboards block the scarce sunlight, making the place seem even more depressing and crowded.
In the eyes of outsiders, this is a poorer and worse place than Tin Shui Wai in Sham Shui Po. It is a hiding place for fugitives and stowaways, and unknown crimes are quietly performed here every day.
However, for the residents of the Walled City, although it is dilapidated, it is their home and the last safe haven in their hearts.
“Bang bang bang—!”
In the early morning, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence.
A group of people anxiously banged on the dilapidated door in front of them, the sound echoing in the narrow alley.
"Here you come. Why are you knocking on the door so early in the morning? Don't you know that the elderly's sleep is very important?"
A slightly unhappy voice came from behind the door. Then, the door slowly opened, and an old man with gray hair and sunglasses appeared in front of everyone.
Although he was stooped, his eyes were sharp and he had a cigarette butt in the corner of his mouth, exuding an aura of calmness and self-power.
This person is the veteran figure of Hong Kong Island, the leader of the original city marshal Ding Ye - Tornado!
Although he is old now, he still has a very high reputation in the walled city and protects many residents of the walled city.
"Boss! It's bad! Zhen Guanxi and his men are coming in!"
As soon as they saw the tornado, several people who knocked on the door hurriedly reported it.
"Suppress Guanxi?"
Tornado's smoking movements suddenly stopped. Didn't the TV say that this guy was kidnapped?
Released after just one night?
Then a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "Is he the only one?"
"no!"
The boys quickly explained: "Just now, dozens of buses and trucks stopped outside the walled city. Not only did they block all the exits, but a large group of Huasheng guards in dark uniforms also got out of the buses. , more than a thousand people!”
"They all carried weapons and broke into the walled city directly. Now almost every alley in the walled city is full of their Huasheng people!"
Tornado's face suddenly darkened, "Except for the big boss not long ago, no one in the Walled City has dared to barge in with so many subordinates in so many years. Zhen Guanxi is breaking their rules!"
"Where are the others?"
"In the barber shop."
"Barber Shop?"
"Yes, that's the barber shop you open, boss!"
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Tornado nodded, chewed the cigarette butt and walked towards the barber shop.
The originally peaceful alley was now occupied by Huasheng's guards. They were wearing combat uniforms, holding weapons, and looking around with cold eyes.
Every resident was frightened by this sudden formation and did not dare to move.
Not long after, Tornado and his gang came to the entrance of the barber shop. Although it was a barber shop, there were only four or five chairs inside. They usually cut the hair of the residents of the Walled City at low prices, and the area was not very large. big.
When he arrived at the door of the barber shop, Tornado's expression was extremely gloomy.
I saw a bald man lying in a pool of blood twitching, his body covered with stab wounds. This man was the owner of the barbecued pork restaurant opposite and one of the few masters under his tornado.
He examined it carefully and saw that the edge of the knife seemed to be cut by a Japanese samurai sword, and each knife cut open the vital part of the body accurately. Although there were many wounds, they were not fatal.
The person who came here is not kind.
A trace of worry appeared in Tornado's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He took a deep breath and pushed open the old wooden door of the barber shop.
The scene behind the door made his vigilance instantly rise to the top.
Although the space in the barber shop is small, a lot of people gathered.
Two burly middle-aged men were stationed at the door like door gods. Their muscles were tense, as if they were about to burst the suits on their bodies. Not only did they look fierce, one of them even had a weird mushroom head. Even if there was no weapon, The hands also exuded a strong sense of oppression, and they were obviously masters with special skills.
On the sofa, a man with a gloomy face sat upright. He had two pistols on his waist, and his eyes were like a hawk. They had been locked on him since the tornado entered the store, giving him an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
Gun master!
In front of the mirror, a man and a woman were standing next to the barber chair. The man smiled kindly and looked harmless. The woman was wearing a JK student uniform. She looked innocent and cute, but her eyes were shining with a sharp light. She was holding the girl in her arms. The Japanese samurai sword she wore was in sharp contrast to her appearance.
It is conceivable that the knife wounds on the men's bodies were undoubtedly caused by this woman.
"coming?"
At this moment, the barber's chair with its back to him suddenly turned around.
Zheng Jirong put down the comic book in his hand and smiled, "Brother Long, I've been waiting for you for a while."
Tornado narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "Guanxi?"
"Of course it's me!"
Zheng Jirong smiled and opened his arms and said: "Who else on Hong Kong Island can enter the walled city with such a big fanfare?"
"Haha, it's really a grand ceremony!"
Tornado pulled up a chair and sat across from him, then pointed with the cigarette butt between his fingers at the door where his subordinate was being dragged for treatment, and said angrily: "What do you mean, show off your power?"
"Hahaha, I am in Guanxi, do I still need to show off to others?"
Zheng Jirong explained with a smile: "You are a bit inconspicuous as a little brother. I came to patronize your business, but this guy came up with two knives and chopped me up without distinguishing between right and wrong, so he was killed by my subordinates." Call back."
After hearing this, Tornado glanced at Kuriyama Chiaki, who was staring at him with unruly eyes. He suppressed his inner dissatisfaction, exhaled a puff of smoke, and asked slowly: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"It's easy to say." Zheng Jirong tapped his finger on the armrest and replied with a smile: "I am a person who is born to work hard. Last night I agreed to a friend's request to help him find the enemy who killed his brother. As a result, I found out that it turned out that This guy is hiding in the walled city."
He waved back, and then Amiao handed a photo to Tornado, "This man is called Ice King. He accidentally injured Lian Haolong's brother in a bar a month ago. Because he was worried about being retaliated, he He hid in the walled city, and he was also my friend’s brother-killing enemy.”
Zheng Jirong pointed at the person in the photo and said, "Brother Long, you are a veteran of the city. I hope you can help me look for him."
Tornado glanced at the people in the photo. Although he intended to refuse the request of the man in front of him, he hesitated when he thought of the more than a thousand Huasheng guards in the walled city and the unkind guys in the barber shop. After a while, he raised his hand and threw the photo into the hands of the younger brother behind him.
"Xinyi, find the person in the photo as soon as possible."
"I see!"
The long-haired boy named Shinichi nodded heavily and immediately left the barber shop with a few of his men.
"Is there anything else?" Tornado then asked coldly.
"Of course." Zheng Jirong glanced at the mirror beside him, fiddled with his hair a few times, and said leisurely: "I won't say it anymore, I'm here for a haircut."
"Come on, give me a haircut and shave me by the way."
Although he was a little unhappy with Zhen Guanxi's bossy tone, when he heard that the man in front of him calmly asked him to give him a haircut and shave, he still couldn't help but curiously asked: "Are you sure?"
"Of course, why, you don't know how?"
"I'm afraid you don't dare!"
Then, he pulled out a scarf from the chair beside him, walked behind Zheng Jirong, and quickly wrapped it around him.
He picked up the spray and sprayed it twice on Zheng Jirong's head. While combing it with a comb, he asked, "What kind of hairstyle do you want?"
"You have to figure it out yourself. You are a barber and I am not."
Zheng Jirong said casually, and then saw the cigarette butt fixed in the corner of his mouth like Tornado in the mirror, and he couldn't help but said: "Hey, you have to be careful, don't drop the cigarette ashes in my hair."
"I won't charge you if you drop it!"
Tornado replied angrily, and then began to prune in earnest.
Looking at Tornado in the mirror who looked just like Jimmy who was decades older, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth in amusement.
Although I don’t know what kind of movie this is, it seems like this tornado should be the protagonist.
Last night, He Zhansen informed him that several masters had appeared in the walled city, and he originally planned to come back in a few days to find out.
But coincidentally, after an investigation by his men, the guy who killed Asen's brother was also hiding in the walled city.
So he went home and took a shower, then brought a group of people from the security company to the walled city, firstly to finish the things he had promised others, and secondly to see how deep the water in the walled city was. .
In order to prevent the ship from capsizing in the gutter, he not only dispatched all the bodyguards in the escort company who were not on duty this time, but also brought over the semi-retired brother Wu Liushou.
Even Ruan Mei was worried that something might happen to him again, so she sent her personal bodyguard Kuriyama Chiaki to protect her.
That's why this time it was such a grand event.
But looking at it now, this tornado gave him an average feeling.
Far inferior to the Huoyunxieshen in Shanghai and the reborn Ah Yin.
As his hair was gradually shortened, Zheng Jirong closed his eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of this moment.
After a haircut, the next step is shaving.
The chair slowly lowered, and Zheng Jirong also lay down on the chair. Looking at the calm expression of the man in front of him, he frowned slightly as the tornado scratched his neck with a razor.
With his skill, he could insert the blade in his hand into the man's neck in an instant, but Zhen Guanxi didn't seem to care at all.
Is this guy sure that he doesn't dare to harm him, or is he really not afraid of death?
"It has been decided from above that the walled city will be demolished next year." Zheng Jirong, who was closing his eyes to rest, suddenly said.
Tornado's shaving hand paused slightly, then continued his skillful movements, and responded at the same time: "You think I can't watch TV, I heard it on the news a few months ago."
Zheng Jirong smiled when he heard this, and then continued: "I can understand the feelings of you people towards the Walled City, but I don't want to see some of you causing trouble when the place is demolished."
"Hey! As long as the compensation is in place, I want this place to be demolished more than anyone else. There are always water and power outages. Do you think we like it?" Tornado replied angrily.
"Don't make any trouble after you go out!"
Zheng Jirong suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at him coldly, "You guys are used to being lawless in the walled city, and no one will care about you if you do something wrong, but I want to remind you, you can't do anything after leaving the walled city." This is Kowloon, and this is my territory. If you dare to act as recklessly as you did in the Walled City, I will kill you all in advance without the police! "
After hearing this, Tornado immediately replied angrily: "More than 90% of the people in the walled city are ordinary citizens. What trouble can they cause? You are worried about them causing trouble. I am also worried that they will be bullied by you after they go out!"
"Hey, don't get so angry."
Zheng Jirong chuckled and patted the guy's leg, and softened his tone, "People always have to move forward. Kowloon Walled City sounds like a utopia, but you should know better than anyone how much predators there are in it. If you demolish it, it won't be right." The residents here have only advantages and no disadvantages. They just adapt to the times.”
The two of them were shaving and chatting like this. Not long after, Tornado put a warm towel on his chin, indicating that it was completely shaved.
Zheng Jirong looked at his new look in the mirror and touched his chin with satisfaction. The tornado's craftsmanship was indeed good.
He took out a banknote from his pocket and put it on the dressing table, then picked up the cigarette case and said with emotion: "Life is like a play, one moment at a time, one moment at a time, and I took off my shoes when I crossed the river. Who could have thought of what happened in the Kowloon Walled City?" The number one master is now living in seclusion in a small barber shop.”
"Is it shameful to open a barber shop? I just need to be happy." Tornado disagreed.
"Doing business is much harder than fighting. At least you have to learn to be gentle, courteous and thrifty."
Zheng Jirong smiled and said: "Especially the word [give]. For example, if I smoke now, and you, the boss, are sitting across from me, you have to give in. 'No more than two puffs.' You, the boss, don't care whether you smoke or not. You have to accept the invitation, otherwise you won’t be able to open your store.”
"Brother Long, would you like to take a few puffs?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Jirong took out a cigarette and slowly handed it to Tornado. He held the cigarette in a strange posture, holding the cigarette holder between the thumb, index finger and middle finger of his left hand, and his ring finger and little finger were slightly raised.
Tornado narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this, and a trace of caution flashed in his eyes. He turned slightly sideways, lifted his right hand from his waist and slowly raised it up, trying to catch the cigarette.
But in the next second, an invisible energy suddenly surrounded the man in front of him, forming an insurmountable barrier. No matter how he moved his hand, he would be gently pushed away by this resistance.
Tornado took a deep breath and concentrated on the cigarette butt in front of him. His hands transformed into more than ten kinds of changes, but even if he could pass through the zhenqi barrier, he was not sure that he could successfully take the cigarette from Zheng Jirong's hand.
At this time, the ring finger and little finger of the man in front of him were less than seven inches away from his wrist vein, almost blocking all his next movements.
After dozens of seconds of stalemate, Tornado slowly withdrew his hand.
He couldn't hold this cigarette.
"He's a great talent."
Tornado sighed, "Go back twenty years, we can still fight each other, but unfortunately, I am old."
"call out!"
Just then, a strong gust of wind hit the tornado's face. He reacted quickly, stretched out his hand like lightning, and caught the flying object - it was the cigarette butt.
"Looks like he's not too old yet."
Zheng Jirong smiled and lit a cigarette for him, "It's because of people like you that Hong Kong Island is interesting."
In the misty smoke, Tornado shook his head, "Just do whatever you want, I can't stop you."
"Don't worry, I'm just here to arrest someone and give you a haircut. As long as you don't cause trouble, I won't bother to care about you."
Zheng Jirong smiled and was about to continue speaking when a loud noise suddenly came from outside the store.
A fat man with a big belly and curly hair swaggered in with a group of people. Following them was Shinichi who was sent by Tornado to find someone before.
At this time, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. After glancing at the fat man with hatred, he ran over and said: "Boss, I found the man named Brother Bing. He was hiding in the big boss's house. But this guy is not only They refused to let go and beat our people.”
Tornado glanced coldly at the fat man who entered the door, and said in a deep voice: "Big boss, our city walled city is willing to let you in, which is enough to show your face. You don't want to toast and eat as a penalty."
The fat man known as the Big Boss laughed when he heard this and said, "Hahaha, Brother Long, don't get me wrong. I'm not here just to find you."
After speaking, he clapped his hands nonchalantly, and several of his men came in escorting a tightly tied man.
The big boss pointed at him and smiled at Zheng Jirong who was sitting on the chair: "Mr. Zheng, I brought you the person you are looking for."
"oh"
Zheng Jirong turned his head and glanced at Bing Wang who was struggling on the ground, raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Big boss, right? Okay, thank you in advance."
"Hahaha, Mr. Zheng is too polite." The big boss stepped on Bing Wang and grinned with a greedy smile. "But this man gave me a lot of money to protect him. Now I will give it directly to Mr. Zheng." It seems a bit unruly, do you think we should negotiate some terms? "
"oh?"
Zheng Jirong smiled curiously when he heard this: "What do you want?"
The big boss did not answer directly. He instead said: "The walled city has a total of 350 buildings, 8,500 houses and more than 10,000 households."
"Half of the households have sold their houses to me. As for the transaction price, it's not convenient for me to tell you. Half of the properties are in the hands of Tornado, your brother Di Qiu, and that Fei Quan."
"I've already taken care of Di Qiu. He agreed to sell all his properties to me. As for Fei Quan?"
He looked at Zheng Jirong and said with a smile: "I heard that he belongs to you, Mr. Zheng. Can I use this Ice King to exchange for the properties in the walled city?"
He then patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, I will never ask for it in vain, fifty yuan per foot! I will not let you, Mr. Zheng, suffer!"
After hearing this, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but laugh out loud: "The price you offered me is only one foot fifty. I can imagine that the price you offer other residents will be even lower. Forced buying and selling?"
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You dare to do this kind of unethical business, aren't you afraid that your ancestral graves will be dug up?"
"Isn't it the law of the jungle in the Walled City?" The big boss was not moved when he heard this, but said plausibly: "Now three-quarters of the properties in the Walled City are in my hands. When the real estate developers come to expropriate and develop them next year, I will The properties in your hands are worth at least several hundred million Hong Kong dollars! It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to sell them, then don’t even think about taking this person away!”
After saying that, he kicked up the Ice King on the ground, threw it to his men, and turned to leave.
But as soon as he arrived at the gate, Brother Wu Liushou directly stopped and blocked their way.
Not only that, but there was also a burst of neat and rapid footsteps in the alley outside the door. A large group of Huasheng guards with guns had packed the alley and sealed the entire exit.
"Expropriation for development."
At this time, Zheng Jirong shouted coldly from behind: "Do you know who is bidding for the land in Kowloon Walled City? Our billions of demolition funds in Huasheng are used to subsidize the residents of the Walled City, not for you. A heartless bastard!"
As soon as the words fell, many guards in the alley raised their guns and pointed them at the big boss!