The rise of the reborn hero

The number gang is about to enter.

King Ming gave everyone in the world a feeling that he valued loyalty and followed rules. So he said he would help for the sake of friendship. Although the people below were confused, they didn't think much about it.

As the saying goes, people are old and ghosts are old.

How could King Ming get involved in the struggle between two established societies just for the sake of friendship?

Benefit.

King Ming also wanted to enter Haojiang.

Just one Splendid Carnival can make a lot of money every day, and the profit makes this old man dumbfounded.

This is just a ship, what if it’s the entire Haojiang River?

Never lacking in courage, he decided to place the bet!

This is his first goal, and the cooperation with airplanes has always been good. King Ming, who has a high opinion of aircraft, believes in the big ship behind the other party. Only when"Nine Thirty" gets on the boat and hooks up with a real big shot can he live a life of ease.

The intersection of Tung Shing Road, Tsim Sha Tsui.

Looking at the brightly lit building and the dense crowds of people standing in front of the once-magic city, Pooh looked for a while and dialed his biggest support this time with a complex expression.

Uncle Ho's phone number

"The other party is prepared and there are many people. Will Lan Sheng support me to the end?"

"Just let it go. Uncle

He's old voice was very cold,"Remember, you only need to do your part to help Mr. Lan. You don't need to worry about other things.""

"Also, don’t call this phone number casually and don’t ask me to say it again."

The phone hung up.

"Hutchison's approach was very smart, but Mark's people were guarding it. No matter how big things get today, airplanes will not be involved. And most of the members of the 14K were unwilling to participate. In today's world, these guys are getting smarter and know how to control the size of things."

Uncle He's information is far better than Pooh's imagination. At this moment, the old man is helping Mr. Lan build his favorite Clivia. He doesn't look cold on the phone.

"I have made an appointment with Grant's wife to go to church, and I'm offering 46 million for the villa in his house. This price will save me a lot of trouble. But now that July is coming, it is not a good thing to get too close to these ghosts. Mr.

Lan pointed to a bulge on the trunk of Clivia and handed Uncle He a pair of scissors,"Prune this place to make it look better.""

"Lansheng should learn more from Mr. Huo."

Old Uncle He cut off the branches and leaves as he said,"Now the mainland is full of waste, there is no harm in investing more and donating more."

"After this, I will do it."

The room fell silent, and only the sound of scissors could be heard. I don't know how long it took.

Mr. Lan spoke.

"Have you found the person who did it?"

"A Bao from Xinji is a top swordsman. If you place a large price through a middleman, we will not be traced."

Uncle Ho replied.

Outside the window, the crescent moon was like a hook in the sky, and the cold moonlight filled the beautiful Victoria Harbor, but this beautiful night scene could not prevent any crime.

"Do something. Pooh , who was determined in his heart, turned to the fat corpse and ordered,"Let your brothers rush the minibus directly. I don't believe they are not afraid of death.""

The fat corpse nodded crazily. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Once they mess up, we win.

Pooh laughed ferociously,"Mark and the others are not enough for me to fight. They can't stand up to me.""

"Just do something."

Pooh waved his hand, and the three minibuses immediately roared into action and rushed straight towards the Jintong Building.

This time was different from the last time he showed off his horse. This time, the 14K was fully fired. And Pooh, who was expected to start, Little did Zai know that this time he would become the pioneer who started a fight among the four major societies that had not happened for sixteen years. The minibus roared to the scene.

"Pick your mother!"

"Spread out, spread out!"

The roar was accompanied by various roars, and the fight officially began...........

The streets of Hong Kong City are somewhat narrow to begin with.

Although it is a financial center like Tsim Sha Tsui, three minibuses already occupy nearly 70% of the entire street.

When the minibus, which was traveling at a speed of nearly 100 kilometers, collided, dozens of people who Mark had no time to avoid were immediately knocked down.

In other words, the two sides have not yet come into contact with each other, and many men from Hutchison Mark's side have already fallen to the ground. The blood stains and screams made many people tremble!

Awen is one of them.

His father is a short mule and his mother is a dancing lady. Born in such a family, he dreams of rising to the top in the world.

Driving a GTR to pick up girls and take care of younger brothers is a majestic way. Wherever you go, you can be closed-minded enough to let others fix it if someone is unhappy. So he dropped out of school early and joined Hutchison, which he regarded as majestic.

I haven't made much money in the past few years. Even if he does things in a small way, Awen is not satisfied with this situation.

He complained to his good brother Changshou Lin more than once that he was born in the wrong era and had no chance for him to rise to power through fighting. In this regard, my good friend Changshou Lin Shen agreed.

Now that the opportunity has come, Awen realizes how wrong he was!

Not everyone can eat this bowl of Jianghu rice!

My good friend, Nagate Lin, was hit straight up by the minibus. He flew nearly five meters 4.7, and blood gushed out from his forehead like a fountain.

Not to mention, Awen could even see the bones of his good friend who had both legs broken after being hit!

He was lucky enough to pass by a speeding minibus. But the uninjured boy was already frightened.

The hand holding the knife kept shaking

"Chop up the glass and rush in to kill these thugs!"

The roars of his companions and the sound of iron weapons hitting the car made Awen feel that he was in hell.

Just when he was in a trance, the door of the minibus opened.

A man with a red dragon tattoo on his left arm jumped out , a knife has already split his neck.

The fighting has officially begun.