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The Black Dragon Society is also known as [Xuanyang Society]. Although it claims to be a Japanese patriotic group, it is secretly the vanguard of Japan's invasion of Japan.

It was established on February 3, 1901, with the purpose of "seeking the Heilongjiang River Basin as Japanese territory", which is also the origin of the word "Heilong" in its name.

Its main members are Japanese prodigies operating in Japan. They sabotage the workers and the liberation movement internally and support the Japanese government's invasion of China externally. He also engaged in conspiracy activities of aggression, caused troubles, carried out smuggling, assassination, collecting intelligence, and trafficking in opium in Shanghai and other places. It can be said that he did all kinds of evil.

Moreover, it was also the engine for Japan to engage in military and espionage work overseas, killing countless patriots.

Regarding this kind of organization, even if they have not actively provoked him, Zheng Jirong has already buried the idea of ​​eradicating them in his heart.

What's more, they actually dared to take the initiative to assassinate the people around them this time. They clearly wanted to start a war with him, Zheng Jirong!

At the door of the nightclub, Zheng Jirong's eyes flashed with uncontrollable excitement. Since we have come to this era, if we don't kill a few Japanese people with our own hands, wouldn't it be equivalent to coming here in vain? !

Thinking of this, he turned his attention to the master who was bending beside the car and waiting for help. This four-eyed boy has been discussing business with the bosses of various trading houses. In just a few days, he has established cooperation with many bosses on behalf of the Ax Gang. The ability is not bad.

"Master," he put his hand on the old boy's shoulder and said in a cold voice: "In half an hour, check for me all the strongholds of the Black Dragon Society in Shanghai, including the Chinese, French Concession, and Public Concession. Check them all for me." come out!"

"this"

The master's expression was confused: "You don't know something, Gang Leader. The Black Dragon Society's apparent headquarters is in the public concession. Everyone in Shanghai knows this. However, it's impossible for us to find out the secret bases they hide. Yes."

"Take it to the security headquarters to find Shen Zui." Zheng Jirong took out a Zhengjing Bank check worth 50,000 yuan from his arms. "Take the money to buy a road and tell him that as long as he does this small favor for me, he will be greatly thanked afterwards. "

"I see!"

The master immediately carefully put the check into his arms, and hurriedly got into the car with his men and rushed towards the headquarters.

After he left, Zheng Jirong lit a cigarette and nodded to Peng Yixing, "Let's go. Let's go to the hospital to see. I don't know how that kid A Xing is, whether he's dead or not."

"It should be fine," Peng Yixing started the car and looked into the rearview mirror and said, "Tie Zhu and Dapeng were worried that they would be attacked again, so they rushed over with people as soon as possible. If something happened, they should have called earlier. ”

"Fuck, you think it's decades from now. How can it be so convenient to make a phone call?"

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A few dozen minutes later, the French Concession Municipal Hospital.

As the largest hospital in Shanghai today, this place is particularly prosperous. At this time, the corridor leading to the emergency room is already filled with Ax Gang boys wearing uniform black suits and carrying axes behind them.

When Zheng Jirong slowly walked out of the elevator, the boys on both sides reacted immediately. They bent down quickly and neatly to make way for him.

"Brother Rong!" Peanut and Chow Dafu trotted over quickly.

Zheng Jirong glanced at them carefully, and then said doubtfully: "It's really strange. With Ah Xing's skill, he was shot several times, how come you two didn't get hurt at all."

After saying that, he took the two of them by the shoulders and turned them around, "And even the clothes are not torn. Aren't you two moles?"

"ah?!"

The two of them were stunned when they heard this, and then they quickly waved their hands and shook their heads and said: "No, Brother Rong, I am loyal to you, as can be seen from the sun and the moon. If you doubt anyone, you shouldn't doubt me, Peanut!"

"Yes, Gang Leader, Ah Xing is my good grandson. Even if I hurt him, I would still be harming peanuts. How could I hurt my good grandson?"

After finishing the hurried explanation, Hua Mi glanced at the many younger brothers in the corridor, and then said: "Boss, it's not convenient to talk here. Let's talk about it after we enter the ward."

"Ward? Isn't Ah Xing still rescuing people?"

"Oh, you said he has been successfully rescued."

"Ah? Didn't you say on the phone that he was hit by two bullets and was not breathing when he was sent to the hospital? Can any miracle doctor save him?"

"This... I won't be able to explain for a while."

With that said, Peanut and Chow Dafu mysteriously pulled Zheng Jirong into the ward.

After the door to the ward was closed and looking at the scene inside, Zheng Jirong suddenly understood.

"You came so quickly, Brother Rong."

In the room, Zhou Xingzu, who was wearing a hospital gown, was lying on the hospital bed, chewing an apple. When he saw Zheng Jirong come in, he immediately said hello with a smile.

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When Zheng Jirong caught a glimpse of this scene, he couldn't help but sigh and helplessly shook his head, "I vaguely guessed it outside. Let me tell you what happened."

"Brother Rong, please don't get me wrong," Zhou Xingzu quickly explained: "We were really attacked just now at Fuke Lai Restaurant. Before the fried dough sticks and soy milk were served, a group of guys with weapons rushed in. The leading men are still mumbling about Baga and Hai, so they are obviously Japanese."

"Yes, there were at least twenty people, and each of them held either a machete or a short blade. The leading ones even held guns."

Peanut continued to add: "As soon as these bastards came in, they didn't care about anyone else. They just surrounded us. Good guy, Brother Rong, you didn't see that scene where bullets were flying. If it hadn't been for us, If you are lucky, you have already met the Lord of Hell."

"Yeah?"

Zheng Jirong looked suspicious when he heard this: "A Xing's special power cannot stop bullets. If someone really surprises us and takes the lead, how do you survive?"

"this."

Ancestor Zhou Xing propped up his arms and looked at the window outside, then limped to Zheng Jirong, and whispered to him solemnly: "I'm afraid you won't believe me if you tell me, Brother Rong. Just when I thought I was about to explain it, time seemed to suddenly stop and the bullet stopped in mid-air!"

"Then... a woman wearing a cheongsam suddenly walked in from outside the door. She waved her hand and knocked us aside. Then she waved her hand again and sent those dozens of Japanese killers flying away!"

"The most terrifying scene happened after that!"

Zhou Xingzu looked like he had seen a ghost, pointed to the ground and said: "Dozens of vines came out of thin air on the floor of the restaurant, and passed directly through the bodies of the killers. The scene was so bloody that I couldn't even eat."

"Then before I could recover, the woman suddenly walked up to me and said something to me."

"What words?"

Zheng Jirong also realized at this time that according to the situation, it was Si Teng's old vine spirit who took action at that time.

This is strange, why did Si Teng want to save Asing?

You must know that they were going to dig out Si Teng and make soup for him. They should be considered enemies. It was fine that they were not particularly jealous when they met, but they actually came to the rescue so generously. I really can't understand this. The thoughts of an alien monster.

Zhou Xingzu leaned into his ear and whispered: "She asked me to tell Brother Rong that she will wait for you at Jinli Pier in Shiliupu at eight o'clock tonight, and she must keep your appointment."

After saying that, he squeezed Zheng Jirong with his shoulder with a wicked smile, "I really belong to you, Brother Rong. When did you pick up such a powerful girl, even I don't know."

"How can you still know everything?"

Zheng Jirong glared at him angrily, "Since you're not injured, why are you walking with a limp to gain sympathy?"

"No," Zhou Xingzu immediately replied with a grimace: "I was really injured. After that pretty girl said these words, she disappeared. Just when we wanted to go back, a killer actually held on. In one breath, he fired a shot at me. Although I hid quickly enough, I was still shot in the butt.”

"Deserved it."

After knowing that they were fine, Zheng Jirong also breathed a sigh of relief. He walked straight to the bedside, sat down, lit a cigarette, pointed at them and asked, "Since you have nothing to do, why don't you come back to see me? You are so slightly injured." Why are you coming to the hospital in such a big way?"

"Brother Rong, we did this on purpose." Zhou Xingzu came over and lay down next to him, and said seriously: "If these devils don't succeed in the first assassination, they will definitely carry out the second and third times, so we just pretend If we die, let them mistakenly think that we died together with the killer, then we will be safe."

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Zheng Jirong frowned slightly when he heard this, "Your idea is good, but it's just a little too weak."

"Hey Brother Rong, I heard what Peanut said. The Black Dragon Society claims to have a hundred thousand people, and it is backed by the entire Japanese secret service. There is no need for us to go head-to-head with them."

"fart!"

Zheng Jirong turned to look at Peng Yixing at the door, "A Xing, what would you do if it were you?"

Peng Yixing's eyes narrowed slightly and he said seriously: "A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye."

He then looked at Du Dapeng and Tiezhu, "What about you?"

"Then what else is there to say?" Du Dapeng patted his chest and said in a loud voice, "Brother Rong, if you just say something, I will tear all these little devils to pieces right now!"

"That's right, none of the foreigners are good! If you are polite to them, these bastards will slap you in the face!"

"Then what else is there to say?" Zheng Jirong stood up, stamped out the cigarette butts, and led them to take revenge.

Zhou Xingzu Huami, who was behind, saw this and asked quickly: "Brother Rong, what should we do?"

"You guys"

Zheng Jirong turned his head and looked at the people who were staring at each other with big eyes. He shrugged and replied, "They are already pretending to be dead anyway, so let's pretend to be more realistic. Let's stay in the hospital for the next few days."

Hua Mi and Chow Tai Fook were immediately relieved after hearing this. For those of them who were born and raised in this era, whether they were Westerners or Asians, they were existences they could not mess with.

Now that they can have a place to escape the limelight for a while, they naturally feel a lot more at ease.

After a while, the door of the ward opened from the inside.

Chow Tai Fook and Hua Mi had tears in their eyes, as if filled with endless sorrow and anger. They held Zheng Jirong's arms tightly and cried bitterly: "Gang leader, you must avenge Ah Xing!"

The Ax Gang boys who were waiting in the corridor fell silent when they saw this scene. They all bowed and shouted: "Gang leader, my condolences!"

Zheng Jirong pushed away the two people who were crying with disgust. He raised his hand and tugged on his collar, glanced at the people around him, and said coldly: "It's useless to talk nonsense, let others express their condolences!"

After speaking, he took the lead and walked out, followed closely by Peng Yixing and others whose eyes were filled with excitement and bloodlust.

Public concession, Tanggu Street, Hongkou.

As the most famous Japanese street in Shanghai, almost all Japanese overseas Chinese who come to H choose to live around the two political and religious activity centers of the Japanese Consulate and Higashi Honganji Temple.

As a result, Dongyang Street was formed with the intersection of Tanggu Road and Wusong Road as the origin, with a radius of 300 meters, and including the surrounding Broadway Road, Wuchang Road, Kunshan Road, and Minhang Road, which were all gathering places for these Japanese people.

At this time, in the lobby of a Japanese club on the street, Mimura Zaoji put down the phone in his hand, smiled at the people opposite the sofa and said: "The informants placed in the Ax Gang not long ago sent news that the person named Zhou was in the body. Two shot dead in the hospital.”

"It's a pity that a lot of our people died," one of them sighed: "There are still some flaws in the plan. Logically speaking, we made mental calculations but were not careful, so there should be no casualties."

"That boy named Zhou is Zheng Jirong's right-hand man. It's normal to have some ability."

"The question is how to deal with this Zheng Jirong?"

Another person frowned and said: "He is now preparing military expenses for the Northern Expedition for the Songhu Headquarters. If the warlord Bai Chongxi is standing behind him, he will be shot to death."

"Don't worry," Mimura Saaki said confidently, "This man has a romantic streak, and I have already thought of a way to deal with him."

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows at the people in front of him, and everyone smiled in understanding upon seeing this, "In this way, we have successfully completed the task entrusted by Mr. Jiuzhen."

Mimura Saaki nodded slightly, relaxed and lit a cigarette for himself.

As the leader of the Black Dragon Society in Shanghai, he is in charge of thousands of killers, spies and spies within the society, and what he is responsible for is to provide necessary support and assistance to the Japanese troops and secret service agencies in Shanghai.

Of course, he would occasionally get involved in the private affairs of big shots. For example, two days ago, the commander of the regiment stationed in the garrison, Jiuzhen Zhen, found him and asked him to help get rid of a local gang leader.

Generally speaking, this kind of task could not be easier for the Black Dragon Society, but after he investigated the information about the Ax Gang, he found that Zheng Jirong was not as easy to deal with as he thought.

Multiple pieces of intelligence showed that this guy was connected to Bai Chongxi from the Songhu Security Command. To deal with him, we couldn't just find a few gunmen to ambush him and then shoot him to death like we did in the past.

After all, he didn't know how deep the friendship between Zheng Jirong and Bai Chongxi was. If they angered the warlord leader, it would be of no benefit to their Black Dragon Guild.

However, people have weaknesses, and if there were weaknesses, Mimura would have been confident that he could deal with them early on.

Thinking of the trump card he had thrown out, Mimura smiled confidently. Based on his understanding of Zheng Jirong, this guy would never be able to withstand such a big temptation.

If nothing unexpected happens

boom! ! !

At this moment, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded outside the club!

He turned around in panic and saw a truck, like an out-of-control beast, smashing the glass door into pieces and rushing in!