Rebirth: Outstanding

"All cheer up." Gao said in pairs to the several capable men in front of him: "Wait no matter what you hear, you are not allowed to go to the dock trestle unloading yard, stay here in the warehouse, and wait for me to speak. People have already transported more than two hundred catties of kerosene into the warehouse, and you will flash people as soon as you have ordered them."

Although he said this in his mouth, his eyes couldn't help but glance toward the unloading area of ​​the dock, which was hidden by various warehouses and was completely invisible.

There, the Hong Kong He Zitou Gang and the Foreign Qing Gang will fight fiercely to verify the quality of each other.

Gao Laocheng imagined that the scene was full of enthusiasm, but whether Fu Yixing or Chao Yongyi, they all withdrew from the dock at the order of Likang, leaving him with a few of his men and waiting for Song Tianyao. Ordered to set fire to the customs terminal.

In the unloading area of ​​the Central Wharf, it was indeed as Gao Daocheng had imagined that more than 20 gas lamps were hung up early, and the unloading area, which can accommodate thousands of people and hundreds of ships unloading at the same time, shines as bright as day. There were more than one hundred people from the Qing Gang, with a slightly larger sum at the beginning, two hundred people.

In order to distinguish each other, the clothes of the two sides are different. Even if it is a small character, the Qing Gang is covered with a black vest that looks like a waiter in a Retiro club. At a glance, it is quite uniform, but it is a man and a horse. A little messy, undershirts, shorts, martial arts and even shirtless, everything, but a white towel wrapped around his left arm, at this time the two groups were separated by tens of meters, glaring at each other noisily and chaotically.

Naturally, Li Jianfa would not stand up in this kind of fighting with weapons. At this moment, he was far from the edge of the unloading area, wearing a windbreaker, holding a military telescope in his hand. Looking closely at the two groups of people in the unloading area.

"The man on the 14th is here." The bodyguard behind him said. Li Jianfa aimed his binoculars at the point where the opponent pointed. Sure enough, eighty or ninety young men were wearing black vests provided by Li Jianfa. , Stood next to those of Qingbang.

As soon as the person on the 14th appeared, the people on the opposite side and the prefix caused a lot of riots.

"Mr. Law, are there fewer people on the 14th?" the bodyguard behind him asked.

"Chen Zhongying said that these 100 people are all cruel characters inside and outside on the 14th. The old man who has been playing in Hong Kong in 1949 should not lie to me. He lied to me. After the 14th, the morphine business will even think about it. Don't think about intervening anymore." Li Caifa said slowly: "Send Asheng and Qi Nian a signal, hurry up, whoever is impatient always stands here and blows the air."

"I know." The bodyguard raised a flashlight in his hand and flashed it three times at a distant location.

There was also a light on that location to respond immediately, and it shone towards the clearing crowd in the unloading area.

Bringing the Qing Gang brothers out tonight are the three confidants of Li Jianfa Xinzhong, Bai Huansheng, Wang Qinian, and Qiao Yuanfei. These three followed Li Jianfa in Shanghai when they were in Shanghai. After hundreds of battles, as for the other big and small bosses under the three, there are dozens of them, and they are all murderers who did not blink in the Shiliyangchang of Shanghai.

Seeing the signal from the flashlight light up, Wang Qinian held a mountain knife in one hand and shouted out the Qing Gang missionary poem to the opposite side:

"The second turn is seven or seven left. You have to work hard from the bottle tripod and remember to get Anheqing, and the sun and moon will shine on the jade pot!"

People in the Qing gang do not bother to read this missionary poem, which has been passed down for more than two hundred years. Of course, most of the low-ranking disciples of the Qing gang may not be able to read it. Wang Qinian wrote it specially in the afternoon. I read it on paper several times before memorizing it. Back then, when I was in Shanghai, I was as verbose as people hacking and killing Hong Kong, a small place. When hacking people, they must first determine the time and place, and they must also recite poetry to determine each other's identities.

A total of two hundred people came here tonight, because the uncles and Li Jianfa talked about it for the first time. Don't make it too ugly. The two sides can't add up to more than 500 people.

This is because even if fighting on the dock with a large population of people, the usual fighting and looting of the dock, it is a scene of more than 100 people. Each of the two sides has 200 people, and the total number is 400 people. The scene is already very big. If there are more people, I'm afraid it will alarm the British troops stationed in Hong Kong to disperse along with the messengers.

However, although there are only two hundred people, there are now a dozen large and small societies in Hong Kong with signs with the prefix and prefix. The two hundred people are almost selected from various societies. There are probably nearly a hundred people with red stick names, not counting other big bottom-level figures such as straw sandals or white paper fans.

Leading the team, they are all double-flower red stick-level figures whose heads of Hehe are resonated in the arena, and the youngest of the twelve emperors of Hehe Pictured, he is the commander-in-chief of the 200 people who are present and headed. He is only in his early thirties, but his seniority is high. He is the last young man collected by the twelve emperors and uncles of the previous generation. When ordinary people see him, even if they are older than him, they have to speak out. He became an uncle, and coupled with his skillful skills and double bonus red sticks, no one would dare not be convinced by him now leading the unconventional people with the prefix and the prefix.

In addition to him, He Shengyi still has injuries all over his body, but he still insists on coming out to do it. Hei Zaijie, and An Le Tingye’s first dozen boys, the double red cudge, and He Yongyi have big eyes. The doorman of the double flower red stick Tie Niuwei, and Hong Shun have made a name for themselves at the Saigon pier in the past two years, and the new double flower red stick has a green sweat with a towel.

In the battle against the prefix, five double red sticks were dispatched.

Chen Tai, such as Xinbaijin and Quying, was also among the two hundred people. He was just carrying a samurai sword. He was not even qualified to stand forward and stood crowded in the back row.

The other party read the missionary poem of the Qing gang, and he became the quick sword in the twelve emperor uncles in the Hehe picture. Holding double swords in both hands, he also began to read the word “He”: "The peace sign hangs on the road. Deng Dabao, the brother of the Hong family has received the emperor's title!"

Both parties reported their identities by reading their signature poems according to the rules. They didn’t feel much about each other, but were anxious on the 14th to help Li Jianfa support the scene. Two heavy eyebrows and one pair of round eyes. At this time, he was naked with a black vest and a black waistcoat. The muscles of his two arms were tense, and he carried a one-meter-long hard iron whip on his shoulders. Gui Ping's accent scolded:

"I don't want your mother stinky! In the end, these two groups of people fight or come to the middle of the promotion! It will not be so difficult to get the champion? Fighting and memorizing poetry? Fortunately, I came to Hong Kong and did not join these two gangs, otherwise I don’t know a word, and I haven’t been in the world for two years. Maybe I can get admitted to a private school and go to the countryside to teach!"

"You are the youngest member of the outside hall, of course you don't understand it. This is the rule. There are many poems on the 14th, but you have to wait until you become a big boss before you have the opportunity to see it." There is a 14th next to him. Members, listening to his cursing voice is not low, frowned and looked at the young man up and down: "When did you enter the 14th?"

"The day before yesterday, I just came to Hong Kong and had no food to eat. I robbed a gambler's money from the gambling stall on the 14th. As a result, the gambler helped the gambler get ahead, and the guys who chased me with a watermelon knife were all caught I knocked it down with bare hands, and then the gambling stall guy asked me if I wanted to eat, if I just came to Hong Kong and would like to join the 14th, if he wanted, he would dress me and give me food. Then I Just join me, wow, I really have food, fish and meat." The young man said, touching his short and thin hair.

"What's your name? It looks like you are good at fighting. No wonder the hall master chose you." After listening to the young man's words, the members next to him looked at the young man without the previous contempt, and then looked at the other person's shoulder. A dark iron whip: "The guys are different from everyone else?"

The young man raised his chin slightly with an arrogant look: "My name is Deng Zhilong. I like Shi Jin in the Water Margin the most, so I call myself a nine-pattern dragon! I have been learning kung fu for 15 years in the countryside, and this iron whip followed me. For fifteen years, when I came to Hong Kong from the countryside, I never had an opponent. The boss who accepted me into the 14th told me that as long as I am willing to move forward, within a year, I can be the fifth brother of the red flag. You can be the master sword guard in the inner hall in three years! Tonight is to let everyone see the skill of my nine-stripe dragon!"

"Are you crazy? The nickname was made by someone else, not by yourself. You are stupid! Wait for yourself to be careful. The scene of a few hundred people is not a fight with three or five people on the street. If you are not careful, it is easy to get a knife. , This kind of scene, you are the first brother who died." That companion kindly reminded the arrogant No. 14 newcomer.

Jiuwenlong carried the iron whip and snorted: "They are careful! I want to let the boss who accept me know that I am not eating two roast geese for a meal! I can beat it!"

"Eat two roast geese for one meal? Your boss will be eaten by you sooner or later." After listening, the companion next to him whispered: "I don't know if I can fight, but it's true that I can eat. Just roast geese, I'll pour you Eminem."

When Jiuwenlong said that he could play well, Bai Huansheng of Qinggang was lighting up the sole, rubbed the blade of a Pudao with no long handle in his left hand with the rubber of the sole. After rubbing it, he took over and passed it. The elm handle that came, installed the blade and screwed the buckle, and a long knife that reached the chest took shape. He turned around and shouted at the hundreds of Qing gang members in front of him: "Brothers, Hong Kong has blocked the cutting Mr. Fa and us have been making money for two full years, and we burned the house that Mr. Law gave to Mr. Du. It clearly defied the face of our gang. Tonight, let these Hongkongers know that God, these white people in Shanghai. Amazing! Fuck it! Follow me!"

After roaring the last sentence, Bai Huansheng held the long knife in both hands, and took the lead, rushing toward the beginning of the word: "I'm going to compare with Nongniang! Smooth out the beginning of the word!"

"Come on! Sweeping Hetou!" As Bai Huansheng took the lead, everyone in the Qing Gang raised their murder weapon and rushed toward the Hetou like a black tide.

The sharp knives with the prefix and the word slanted at the ground, facing the pounced Qing Gang without fear, and shouted: "Tell these outsiders to know that this territory in Hong Kong is a matter of course! Brother! Guys, come on with me, kill those who rush to the street!"

The two sides clashed, and everyone on the 14th also showed their weapons. The nine-stripe dragon was carrying an iron whip and trot like flying, rushing straight and the sharp knife at the forefront of the word to form the few seemingly extraordinary figures. She also shouted arrogantly: "Daughter your mother! Who dares to take the credit for me, don't blame my six relatives for not recognizing it! All the miscellaneous bits and pieces of the first few words are all mine!"

He was rushing with an iron whip on his shoulder, and someone on the opposite side and at the head of the letter was carrying an iron whip and rushed forward. He just heard the words of the Jiuwenlong, he suddenly rushed over, flipped his wrist, and the iron whip was facing towards the front. Jiuwenlong's head fell!

"It's all yours? Hong Shun Hanjin and I will take you a corpse that blows water on the street tonight!"