Chapter 128

The patrol leader of Yifa sparrow stall in Yau Ma Tei and Shengyi Shuanghua red stick heizai Jie sat in Yunzhao tea hut in Tsim Sha Tsui with a gloomy face and drank tea slowly.

Hei Zijie is 27 years old. He looks upright and has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is only exposed to the sun after years of martial arts practice. His skin has become bronze. He looks more black than ordinary people.

Hong Kong's gambling stalls pay attention to not only the black, not the black, but also the thirteen floors of the gambling stalls. It is easy to understand that the people who open the casino must have Jianghu identity, and the people who work in the casino must also be brothers of the same family.

As for the 13th floor of a large gambling stall, it means that there are 13 positions from top to bottom in a gambling stall. As soon as he left the gambling stall, heizijie arrived with more than 20 people with murder weapons. The iron gate of the foreign house was inserted by servants inside. Heizijie threw off his T-shirt and ran up to the gate with bare upper body. After a few steps, he simply turned over and jumped in, He opened the door from the inside and said to many of his men who came in: "no matter who they are, the women shut them up, the men cut down all of them, pour fire oil on the house and set off fireworks for me. Do it!"

More than 20 he Shengyi members waved weapons and rushed towards the front door of the foreign house. Inside, several young people who played cards and were similar to Dai Feng heard the movement outside. They just came to open the door and faced several axes or watermelon knives!

Several people retreated towards the back, and Shengyi's people immediately took advantage of the situation and poured into the hall.

Those young people seemed to have some Kung Fu. Although they were not as powerful as Dai Feng, and there were few people on their own side, after the initial panic, they took out their daggers and started first at he Shengyi.

At this time, with his upper body bare, two pen racks and forks, one left hand holding back, and one right hand holding in his hand, heizijie slowly walked into the hall. A young man saw that he was the leader, raised his dagger and rushed directly at him. A straight fist in his left hand shook heizijie's eyes, and the dagger in his right hand stabbed him fiercely under his ribs.

Heizijie's right penholder fork fell heavily and stuck the dagger with the guard and main blade of the penholder fork, so that the other party could not pull it back. The young man simply raised his leg and kicked at heizijie's lower Yin at the moment when the dagger was broken.

Hei Zijie turned and stepped to avoid this leg. At the same time, he held the penholder fork of Yin Zang with his left hand, and made a beautiful and neat move to push and insert it into the other party's kicked thigh! Heizijie shook off the dagger with his right penholder fork and stabbed the other party in the crotch! Let the other party pass out in pain!

"Just a few times, you're brave enough to do something at my stall?"

After two successful moves in a row, heizijie disdained to pull out the penholder fork, let the other party fall to the ground and scream, and rushed to the next young man.

These young people can support Hei Zijie's younger brother, but in the face of Hei Zijie who uses a pair of short fork weapons he has never seen before, they are all stabbed by Hei Zijie in the vital points of his body and turned over to the ground in five or six minutes.

Even the other gentle young people who kept recording on the table like Zhang Yuliang before and lawyer Pan who felt extremely unlucky at this time were ineffective even if they begged for mercy. They were all chopped down by heshengyi's people and knelt down to the ground. They made sure that no other men could stand in the whole foreign house, and dragged these men and women to the garden outside the foreign house with Shengyi, Two barrels of kerosene were drenched on the tables, chairs and materials in the hall. Heizijie struck a match and lit a cigarette and threw the match on the kerosene!

"Teng!" the match fell on the fire oil, spit out the fire tongue immediately, and quickly expand and swallow along the oil stain.

Hei Zijie walked out of the foreign house and asked the people who were moaning on the ground expressionless, "the man who left by car more than ten minutes ago is Bian. Where did he go?"

"I'm your mother!" a young man stabbed by heizijie in his ribs and legs, endured the pain and scolded in Shanghai dialect.

Black Jay walked over and kicked the other party heavily on the chin. He directly knocked the other party unconscious and asked his men, "throw this in."

At this time, next to the flower bed in the front yard of a large house across three or four foreign houses, a man in his forties wearing a long shirt saw the smoke of the foreign houses here and the standing heizijie and others, and scolded with dissatisfaction: "little red man, your whole family is burning paper!"

And the man walked over here while talking. He seemed to want to see what happened. He didn't care about the guy in heizijie's hand at all, but when he approached and saw more than a dozen people lying in the garden through the iron fence, he was surprised to scold a dirty word and wanted to turn around and escape.

Hei Zijie walked up to the other party in a few steps and smiled at the other party: "my family is dying to burn paper? Pu youAm! I'll burn more for your family today! I'll burn your house later!"

As he spoke, the penholder fork hit the other side's belly and knocked the other side to the ground. The man reacted quickly. After falling to the ground, he turned back and knelt down to escape. He was still shouting in Shanghai Vernacular:

"Little red man! I don't know if that's boss Du's residence. I dare..."

Hei Zijie swept his heavy leg at the other party's temple, knocked the other party unconscious, stood up straight and snorted: "jump on the street. Next time you speak Cantonese, come and throw him back and give him a bucket of fire oil! The rest, continue to ask the whereabouts of those people who jumped on the street and smashed my gambling stall on the ground. Until you ask, throw them in and burn him."

"I know! I know! His name is Dai Feng. He went to Taihe street, Wanchai, Hong Kong Island! Don't hit me. Don't hit me. I'm a lawyer. Zhang Yuliang asked me to do everything. It's none of my business." Pan Yunming, Zhang Yuliang's private lawyer, was stabbed on his back suit. At this time, his blood was seeping out. His luck was extremely bad. He cried in horror on the ground.

After these words, on the outer wall of Mr. Du's foreign house in the distance, it has been splashed with fire oil by heizijie's men, and the flame is rising!

A young man on the ground grinned and stared at heizijie with pain. At this time, he saw the sky burning light, but laughed: "little red man, Nong... Nong caused great disaster..."