North Street in "Northeast Gang" is a road close to the suburbs. There are few shops on both sides and only a handful of residential buildings. There are few people coming and going, but today it is very lively.

In the afternoon, no less than two hundred people gathered on the street, and everyone was carrying a handful of guys in their hands.

It seems that the road is the dividing line in the eyes of these people. People on both sides shout and scold the enemy across the road. The fighting spirit of both sides is rising. They are waiting for the eldest brother to give orders at the beginning, and then kill the group of grandchildren on the opposite side.

More people are coming to the scene in vans. As this momentum continues, it is estimated that in about twenty minutes, there will be 400 people on this street.

Kowloon Dong sat in the steelhopper's car, leaning against the back of the chair, slightly closing his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Steelhopper, Big Prawn, these two powerful generals who had just taken the lead, were wiping the machete in their own position, and their faces were full of uncontrollable anger.

"Boss, Yingzai has already taken it there." Gangsweep looked at the time on his phone and whispered: "The vanguard troops over there have been about one hundred of us. Do you want to continue calling people?"

Jiulongdong seemed to have not heard Ganghopper's words, and was still silent.

"Boss?" Gangbeng shouted, perhaps thinking Kowloon Dong was asleep: "Are we going to continue calling people?"

"It's almost done." Jiulongdong said, slowly opening his eyes.

At this moment, the shrimp and the steelhopper saw Jiulongdong's eyes, and then they shivered.

That look was not as domineering as Wang Qingshan, nor was it as magnificent as Wang Qingshan.

Simply put, Kowloon East's eyes are just one word, poison.

Looking at Jiulongdong, I felt like I was watching a poisonous snake, cold, cruel, and toxic...

All of these can be seen in his eyes.

Five minutes later, the car stopped by the street and opened the car door to Kowloon East. It was Yingzai.

"Boss." Yingzai asked Kowloon East excitedly: "Are we going to work now or continue waiting for others?"

Yingzai has just taken office for a while, so he urgently needs some opportunities to increase his reputation. This time he is head-on with "Northeast Gang" is an excellent opportunity.

Yingzai thinks that if he can have a fight with Wang Qingshan and the others, as long as he doesn’t die, he will have the capital to brag in the future.

"Are you all here?" Jiulongdong walked out of the car slowly, glanced at the long street, and nodded: "Tie the black cloth, don't accidentally chop your own people by accident."

"Don't worry, boss!"

At this moment, the car Wang Qingshan also arrived at the scene.

"Old Jiulong!!! Do you really want to fight today?!" Wang Qingshan asked loudly across the road.

"Fight!!" Kowloon Dong replied loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kowloon Dong pulled out the machete he brought from the newspaper, handed him the tape that the steelhoppers had, and began to wrap the handle of the knife around his palm in circles.

Wang Qingshan looked at Jiulongdong who was entangling his sword with a complicated expression, sighed and said nothing more.

"Boss, they seem to be just this kind of people." Big Huzi stared at Jiulongdong and the others on the side, and asked, "Why do I blew the whistle and call someone to come over?"

"It's almost done." Wang Qingshan said something Jiulongdong had said before.

"It's not a loss to beat us head-on." Dahuzi nodded.

The physical fitness of the gangster in "Northeast Gang" is indeed stronger than that of many local gangs. For local gangs like "Fuji", as long as the number of people is not too different, the chance of winning this battle is as high as 60%.

What's more, Wang Qingshan is present today, so he is not here to see him. With the great prince taking action, Dahuzi felt that the chance of winning was 100%.

Seven or eight police cars had already driven to the intersection when the crowd gathered, and many policemen got out of the car and looked at the long street where bloody battle was about to begin from a distance.

They knew that many people would definitely die today, and of course, they were watching the fun.

Go and stop Wang Qingshan and Jiulongdong who are trying hard to kill? How many policemen in Haicheng have the courage to do this?

"Wang Qingshan!!!" Jiulongdong roared and raised the machete: "Today I will seek justice for the fat dog!!!"

Wang Qingshan knew very well about Kowloon East. If he knew that he was letting go, it would be impossible to understand this matter if he was alive, unless one of them was completely supportive.

So, he chose the path of fake plays and real things.

"Big tiger, old dog." Wang Qingshan held the unique machete that belonged only to him in his hand, and pointed at Jiulongdong with murderous aura in his face: "Kill him to death."

"I know, boss!!"

At this moment, no one was scolding anymore. Everyone was involuntarily silent, holding the hilt tightly, and his heartbeat slowly accelerated...

"Fuck!!!" Jiulongdong roared angrily and rushed out with the lead.

The underworld is indeed a bit of a show of pretending to be a fight and shouting "kill". No one in the underworld has ever done this, but it is said that the man just shouted out and he laughed the next second.

Art comes from life. Bai Baoguo once said that a literary scene like a romantic encounter must have a down-to-earth slogan.

For example, "Fuck", "I'll fuck", "Fuck you", these words are very suitable for appearing on such battlefields.

The first person to meet Jiulongdong was Dahuzi. His grandson ran faster in the crowd than Wang Qingshan. He probably wanted to kill Jiulongdong and become famous. When he saw Jiulongdong coming towards him, Dahuzi's eyes lit up.

Damn it! This is a naked honor! How can you not collect the heads that come to your door?! I feel embarrassed not to collect it!

So, Dahuzi had no idea of ​​retreating and slashed directly at Jiulongdong's neck with a knife.

Anyone with experience in gangsters who have used the knife to understand that chopping people's heads is just a scare. It is impossible to really kill people at all. At most, it is a concussion. After all, the bones on the head are too hard, and it is not easy to kill people.

Unless there are strange powers like Sha Ge and Wang Qingshan who can slash into the enemy's skull with one knife and embed the blade inside, if they do not have the strength of theirs, it is indeed not a wise choice to use a knife to cut the head.

Dahuzi is an old fried dough stick on the road, so he knew that if he cut him down with one knife, he would not be fatal or not.

As long as Kowloon Dong cuts his neck, as long as he hits it, Kowloon Dong will definitely explain it.

Unfortunately, Dahuzi's joy stopped here.

The second he slashed the machete, he felt a sudden pain in his palm, and then his stomach felt a cold feeling.

"Play with me?" Jiulongdong sneered and slowly pulled the machete back from Dahuzi's belly: "When I was playing with the knife, you were still wearing open-crotch pants! Fuck!"

Dahuzi covered his wound tightly. He wanted to fight back, but found that the hand he held the knife was no longer strong, and the severe pain on his palm was still ongoing.

With just one knife, his tiger's mouth had already shaken the eastward shattered Kowloon.

Jiulongdong smiled at Dahuzi, raised his machete again, intending to get to know this gangster.

"Old Jiulong." Wang Qingshan's voice suddenly sounded beside him, and he successfully made Jiulongdong stop raising his machete to slash at Dahuzi: "Your opponent is me."

The crowds around who were still fighting stopped at the same time, then slowly retreated, giving up a piece of land for Kowloon East and Wang Qingshan.

Jiulongdong held the machete, turned slowly, and looked at Wang Qingshan: "How many years have we not done it?"

"It's been a long time." Wang Qingshan said, as if he remembered something that made him unhappy, and frowned: "It turns out that you couldn't beat me when you fought with me, but you almost killed me."

"Well, at that time, I hugged you and almost pulled you down from the top of the sixth floor." Jiulongdong lifted the machete, rubbed the blood-stained blade on his trouser legs, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that I didn't kill you at that time."

"You can't kill me all the time." Wang Qingshan said this without any intention of provocation. He was just talking about the facts.

"If I succeeded that time, I guess there would be no such hard nail as you, Wang Qingshan, in Haicheng." Jiulong Dong said with a smile.

Wang Qingshan thought about it carefully, then nodded: "But "The Legend of Fu" won't have you Kowloon East anymore."

After saying this, Wang Qingshan raised the machete and waved it with his hand a few times, as if he was warming up.

"Why don't we have a literary fight?" Wang Qingshan said, looking at the gangsters who fell not far away, and smiled bitterly: "The enemy is in front of me, I really don't want to make a big fuss, we'll do it."

When Wang Qingshan said this, he thought it was just a complaint. In his opinion, Jiulongdong, a mad dog with a temper, could not agree to him at all.

But a few seconds later, Wang Qingshan clearly saw Jiulongdong nodding and said.

"good."

What is literary fight?

There are many answers to this question, but in this kind of occasion and atmosphere, the literary fight proposed is nothing more than two big bosses who go out alone and then say one, two, three.

"Boss...or..." Gangsweep became anxious when he heard Kowloon Dong agree, afraid that something would happen to the elder brother; "Let's continue fighting!! We won't lose!!!"

"The surname is Wang." Jiulongdong ignored Gangbeng and looked directly at Wang Qingshan: "Come on!"

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