The tour leader of Yau Ma Tei Yifa Mahjong stall, and Shengyi Double Flower Red Stick Hei Zaijie sat gloomily in the Yunzhao Tea Room in Tsim Sha Tsui, drinking tea slowly.

Hei Zaijie is 27 years old this year. He has straight face and thick eyebrows. He is only exposed to martial arts all the year round, and his skin has become bronzed. Compared to ordinary people, he looks more black than ordinary people.

Hong Kong’s gambling stalls pay attention to whether they are black or not, and they pay attention to the thirteen layers of gambling stalls. It is easy to understand literally. The person who runs the casino must have the identity of the river and lake and work in the casino. People must also be brothers in the same family.

As for the 13th floor of the big stall, it means that a gambling stall has 13 positions from top to bottom. The first tier of the gambling stall is naturally the boss and is called the shareholder.

The second level is the people who are responsible for managing the gambling files and various foreign affairs for the boss, including emergency rescue, messenger visits and so on. People must have a broad social relationship, exquisite in every aspect, and full of arrogance. This kind of person is called communicative.

The third layer is responsible for the internal and external affairs of the gambling stalls, and the people who take care of the business in the gambling stalls for shareholders and communication on a daily basis are called general managers.

The fourth layer is the full-time thugs fighting with weapons in the gambling stalls. Once any conflict worsens to the point where fighting is needed, the thugs in these gambling stalls will take over. This kind of person is in the fourth tier of the gambling stalls and is called a patrol. The worst person on the tour is the tour leader. It is also a sign that a gambling stall is tough to the outside world. Often when a gambling stall is in trouble, the nickname of the tour leader is revealed. It can deter those who come to make trouble.

But by the way, Hei Zaijie, the tour leader of the Yifa Mahjong stall, failed to show up in the gambling stall for some personal matters two days ago. The gambling stall was kicked out of the sign by a character of unknown origin, a gambler who belonged to the same door as Hei Zaijie. , Was knocked out by the opponent and his mouth full of teeth. Zhong had a brother who was kicked and got out of bed for two days.

This makes Hei Tsai Jie feel even more embarrassed than being slapped in the face in front of him. The place like Jiulong Yau Ma Tei has always been the site of Fu Yixing. Some of the industries belonging to He Shengyi here are all with his hands. A pair of pen holders and forks and a brother-in-law were beaten down forcibly. The size of this site was measured by him and his brothers with the knives in their hands and the blood on their chests. In the end, in order to avoid too many deaths and injuries, they all acquiesced in giving up this small plot to He Shengyi, and now there is an unnamed and unnamed gangster? If you don't get rid of him, will you have a face in Yau Ma Tei?

Fortunately, a shoe-shining boy in the gambling stall said that he had seen that person in Tsim Sha Tsui, a Shanghai-inhabited area, so Hei Zaijie had been guarding this residential area for two consecutive days. He had seen the man’s brother at the gambling stall that day. All the gamblers who knew each other were sent out to look for the person's movements in the nearby streets day and night.

"Brother Jie! Brother Jie! A brother has seen that guy!"

It was past four o'clock in the afternoon, and one of Hei Zijie’s men rushed in from the outside. Before he could see which table Hei Zijie was sitting at, Hei Zijie got up and stood in front of him, turning his wrists. Two elbow-long, three-pointed penholder forks have appeared in both hands:

"On the edge?"

"That guy got in the car when he left home. Before our brother could react, the car drove away, but he must have admitted his mistake, and the house he came out was also written down." He pulled up the watermelon knife and held it in his hand, and said with a certain tone.

Hei Zijie grinned his teeth and said, "Call the brothers to gather and go to where that guy lives."

When Hei Zaijie arrived at this Shanghai-born bungalow, Zhang Yuliang just walked out of it. After he learned that Song Tianyao had set up a bureau, he was not in the mood to go to work anymore, staying and rushing to discuss with him. The countermeasure Lawyer Pan helped him sort out the information on the table, but he walked out ahead of time, planning to rush back to Zhang's house first to see if his third brother still didn't know that he had commissioned the factory to process penicillin packaging.

As soon as he left, Hei Zaijie arrived with more than 20 people armed with murder weapons. The wrought iron gate of the bungalow was inserted in the back by the servant. Hei Zaijie threw off his undershirt and walked towards the door naked. After the run-up, he rolled over and jumped in, opened the door from the inside, and said to many of the men who walked in: "No matter what the identity of the people inside, the women let them shut up, the men cut all over, and the house replaces them. I put on kerosene and set off fireworks. Do it!"

More than 20 members of He Shengyi brandished their weapons and rushed towards the front entrance of the bungalow. There were a few playing cards inside. Young people with a similar identity to Dai Feng heard the movement outside. They just came to open the door and faced a few axes or axe. The watermelon knife smashed!

Several people backed away, and the people from Shengyi immediately rushed into the hall.

Those young people seemed to have some skill. Although they were not as good as Dai Feng, and there were few people on their side, after the initial panic, they each drew out their daggers and started to move towards He Shengyi first.

At this moment, Hei Zaijie, who was naked, with two pen holders and forks, one left hand inverted, and one right hand in his hand, slowly walked into the hall. A young man saw that he was the leader and raised it. The dagger in his hand rushed directly at him, a straight fist in his left hand dangled Hei Zaijie's eyes, and the dagger in his right hand slammed into his ribs fiercely.

Hei Zaijie's pen holder fork in his right hand was heavily downwards, and he stuck the dagger with the pen holder fork's guard and main blade, so that the other party could not do it if he wanted to withdraw it. The young man also simply got caught when he shot the dagger. At the moment of breaking, he raised his leg and kicked towards Hei Zaijie's yin.

While Hei Zaijie twisted his body to avoid this leg, he held the pen holder fork in his left hand with a beautiful and neat thrust, and fiercely inserted it into the opponent's kicked thigh! Hei Zaijie threw off the dagger with the pen holder fork in his right hand, and slammed the opponent's crotch! Let the other party faint in pain at the time!

"Just a few times, are you daring enough to go to my stall and make trouble?"

After two successful attempts, Hei Zaijie pulled out the pen holder fork disdainfully, letting the other party fall to the ground screaming, and pounced on a young man.

These young people were able to support Hei Zijie’s little brother, but facing Hei Zijie who had never seen a pair of short fork weapons, he was stabbed viciously and viciously by Hei Zijie in only five or six minutes. In the vital part of the body, put it on the ground.

Like Zhang Yuliang, the gentle young men who kept recording on the table and Lawyer Pan, who felt very unlucky at this time, even the other few who were like Zhang Yuliang before, even if they repeatedly begged for mercy, they were all slashed and knelt down. Falling to the ground, making sure that no other man can stand in the entire bungalow, and Shengyi and the others dragged these men and women to the garden outside the bungalow. Two barrels of fire oil poured on the tables, chairs and materials in the hall. Hei Zaijie stroked After the match lit a cigarette, the match was thrown on the kerosene!

"Teng!" The match fell on the kerosene, immediately spit out the tongue of fire, and quickly expanded and swallowed along the oil stains.

Hei Zaijie walked out of the bungalow and asked expressionlessly to all the people on the ground who were groaning and screaming, "The person who hitchhiked away ten minutes ago is the one who went there?"

"I'll compare your mother!" A young man who was stabbed by Hei Zijie in his ribs and legs, endured the pain at this time, and cursed in Shanghai dialect.

Hei Zaijie walked over, kicked the opponent's chin heavily, kicked the opponent directly, and greeted his subordinates: "Throw this in."

At this moment, beside the flower garden in the front yard of a large house separated by three or four bungalows, a man in his forties wearing a long gown saw the bungalows smoking and standing Hei Zaijie and others dissatisfied. He scolded: "Little chink, your whole family is absolutely burning paper!"

And this man walked over here as he was talking, as if he wanted to see what happened, he didn't care about the guy in Hei Zaijie's hands, but he was still lying in the garden when he approached through the wrought iron fence. When he was around a dozen people, he scolded an **** in surprise, and wanted to turn around and escape.

Hei Zaijie walked up to the other party in a few steps and smiled at the other party: "My whole family will absolutely burn paper? Po you amu! I will help your house burn more today! I will burn your house later!"

While speaking, the pen holder fork hit the opponent's lower abdomen and knocked the opponent to the ground. The man reacted quickly. After falling to the ground, he kneeled and crawled backwards to escape, still shouting in Shanghai vernacular. :

"Little Chik! Nong knows that this is Boss Du's residence, Nong dare..."

Hei Zaijie swept the opponent's temple with a heavy leg, knocked him unconscious, and stood up straight and snorted: "Push the street, next time you speak Cantonese, come a few people, throw him back, and give him a reward. Barrel of kerosene! For the rest, continue to ask the whereabouts of the person who rushed to the street and smashed my gambling stall.

"I know! I know! His name is Dai Feng, he went to Hong Kong Island, Tai Wo Street, Wan Chai! Don't beat me, don't beat me, I am a lawyer, and everything is done by Zhang Yuliang, it doesn't matter to me." Zhang Yuliang's personal lawyer Pan Yunming, who was slashed on the back of his suit, with blood oozing out at this time, and his luck to the extreme, screamed in horror, lying on the ground.

After finishing these words, the outer wall of Mr. Du's bungalow in the distance had been splashed with fire oil by Hei Zijie's men, and the flames rose!

A young man who was on the ground gritted his teeth and stared at Hei Zaijie saw the fire soaring into the sky, but laughed out: "Little red guy, Nong...Nong has caused a disaster..."