"Brother Qing! Qunying's Artest took hundreds of people to To Kwa Wan, and destroyed several places in the water house! The water house is in Jordan, and the people in Yau Ma Tei are now all picking up the guys and rushing to To Kwa Wan. "After receiving the news, the sweaty little brother Bian Danwei threw off the cigarette **** in his hand, and quickly pushed open the gate of a warehouse in Saigon Pier, shirtless inside, showing his strong upper body, facing the wooden man pile and practicing boxing. Hong Shun's double-flowered red sticks shouted.

Hearing the voice of his subordinates, Hanjinqing stopped his punching motion, took off the towel on the wooden pile and wiped the sweat on his body: "Atay died because of his limp Cong, and now his whole person is seizure. If you go on, sooner or later, you will be corpse on the street. Even if the big brothers of Shuifang Tingye died in Malaysia like the newspaper said, but the Shuifang is still big enough in Hong Kong, and the brothers are over 10,000. The whistle can call hundreds of people out, and the group of heroes will definitely lose, but Artest can be a brother. No matter what, help him once and ask dozens of brothers to accompany me to Tuguawan, so that both sides don’t do anything for now. Inform Hei Zai Yao, Shar Pei, and Lard, and let them rush over, so many people come forward and speak, how can we let both parties stop and fight so fiercely with the prefix, and in the end it will only make the East Guangdong Gang or Chaozhou cheaper Helper."

"Just let Ataibai go to Xing Ge." Bian Danwei said in an interface next to him.

Brother Xing is a long-time worshipper, and is now one of the uncles of Hong Shun.

Hanjinqing put the towel on his neck, put on another undershirt, and walked towards the warehouse. He heard the little brother talking and said with a smile: "If Artest was willing to change the door, he would change it long ago! If he is willing to change the door , Hong Shun might be able to thunder on the ground and lift him into double flowers."

When Han Jinqing rushed to To Kwa Wan with his men, the people from He Anle and Chen Tai's side had gathered in the Ma Tau Wai hut area in To Kwa Wan to kill their eyes. Almost half of the hut area was on fire. Forty members of the heroes gathered in Chen Tai, who was still screaming for the battle, and waved his arms at the He Anle member who was twice as many as his own!

"If you kill people, kill people? If you get the wooden house area to burn?" Hanjin frowned, the people in the wooden house area either flee away for fear of being accidentally injured, or they have to save their lives to rescue those worthless from the fire. In the house, the adults crying and the babies screaming in the entire wooden house area, on the contrary, it looks more spectacular than the scene of the two sides of the fighting.

Hanjinqing didn't hold a big towel, and took his iron whip from his younger brother. Then he rushed towards the fiercely fighting crowd, shouting in his mouth:

"Stop! I'm Hongshun sweat shirt! Stop! Artest is on the edge!"

Some people who had been fainted subconsciously swung a knife at him, and were knocked to the ground by him with a kick or a backhand whip, and he had just arrived, his physical strength and stamina were not consumed, even if there was redness in the field at this time. Characters with great names often can't stop him with three or five moves. He easily opens a path, and he just separates the fierce fighting crowd by himself, and divides them into two!

"Clang!" The sweaty iron whip rested on the samurai sword that Chen Tai had cut out, sparks splattered!

Even if Hanjinqing hadn't participated in the battle before, and had outstanding physical strength, Chen Tai's knife hit the iron whip, still letting his legs bend a little, and relieved his strength.

Chen Tai glared at Green Sweatshirt with glaring eyes: "Brother Qing, are you the one to support the water house?"

Han Jinqing held the iron whip in one hand to frame Chen Tai's samurai sword, and with the other hand made a stop motion towards the water room and others behind him, and shouted in a hurry:

"I'm here tonight, not for any party! If you continue to fight, the deaths and injuries will be your own brothers!"

"Artest! Artest! Pick your mother! I arrived so late! Artest must be dead. In other words, he is my yellow paper brother. I will not help him with revenge!"

"It doesn't matter, it's a big deal to die with you!"

"He is your yellow paper brother, and you are our brother!"

The sweaty voice has just finished shouting, and another group of people has arrived in the distance. There are only more than 20 people. The first seven young people who are not more than 20 years old are holding various weapons in their hands. I see more than a hundred people ahead. In the scene, there was no fear on their faces, and the seven young people were still shouting loudly, apparently to help Chen Tai.

"Awen, I'm here!" Chen Tai yelled when he heard his own voice, grinning slightly and showing a smile line.

Hearing Chen Tai's response, one of the seven young men dressed in the costume of a waiter in the teahouse breathed a sigh of relief. The people behind him rushed into the crowd and stood by Chen Tai's side regardless of other people's obstacles.

"Brother Tang, we rushed over from the countryside of Yuen Long over the mountains, so we were too late, but don't worry, we won't take a step back even if the fortune teller is thrown here." The young man named Awen held in his hand. An old Japanese bayonet with a wooden handle added awkwardly.

Han Jinqing looked at these young people. They were too young, even younger than Chen Tai looked. He couldn't help patting Chen Tai on the shoulder and said:

"Artest, listen to my advice and stop? More than a dozen Boy Scouts will come and be killed with you?"

"Hey, next to you? Boy Scouts? My boy..." A sturdy, big-eyed young man with a fierce expression heard Qing Qing said that they were Scouts, and he immediately cursed at Qing Qing!

Before he could finish the last swearing, sweaty palms were already thrown out of Chen Tai's shoulders, and pulled toward the other's face!

"Pop!" A bald young man standing in the middle of the seven youths prospered and stopped in front of his companion, and his sweaty hand slammed on his wrist with a crisp sound! The bald youth was struck by this, with two points of pain on his face, but he tried to restrain his anger, and he stretched out his arms to stop his companions to prevent them from impulsiveness, and said in his mouth:

"Abao! Don't be impulsive!"

Hanjinqing looked at the steady and calm bald young man's eyes: "Boy, are you also a hero?"

"Hongmen, Changle." The bald young man said neither humble nor arrogant.

Chen Tai also took a step forward at this time, and said calmly to Hanjin Qing: "Brother Qing, Awen is my yellow paper brother, and his friend is my brother, I..."

"When I was wrong just now? I'm here to persuade you to stop, not to turn my face with you, if I don't treat you as a brother, I won't come to Tuguawan to see you tonight!" Hanjinqing pointed to the distant flames He said: "Is it necessary to die a few hundred people willingly? Are all the brothers of Qunying accompany you to die together to stop you? Keep the green hills, not afraid that there is no firewood! What's more, kill people and kill people, or set fire to the house?"

A few hundred meters away from the scene, Zhang Rongjin, who was looking at it with a telescope in his hand, cursed: "I'm enjoying the fight, and there is a ghost in the way."

In a police command vehicle behind him, the Chief Inspector of Kowloon Police District Qiao Dingguo knocked on the window impatiently. Zhang Rongjin quickly walked over and stood at attention with a smiling face. Qiao Dingguo looked at the fire in the distance and said:

"Arrests."

"Yessir!" Zhang Rongjin snapped and stood at attention, just about to say yes, and greeted the six or seven plainclothes she had brought to do something.

A loud response from the side almost scared him to draw his gun.

A tall, dark South Asian man, dressed in a decent police uniform, made a standard standing gesture, and saluted Qiao Dingguo.

That yessir just came from him.

After receiving Qiao Dingguo's response, he took out a copper whistle from his chest and put it in his mouth, and blew it vigorously:

"Dudu! Dudu!"

Two hurried whistles sounded, and the police sirens rang across the night sky. Pakistani police officers holding large numbers of shields and batons rushed out from various positions where they had been on standby for a long time, and surrounded the scene of the fighting.

"Inspector Zhang, your people, will you leak the news to those gangsters in advance? I'm afraid you don't know it yourself. Therefore, in the Hong Kong police force, South Asians are more reliable than you Chinese." Qiao Dingguo sees After the Pakistani police rushed into the scene, they said to Zhang Rongjin: "Let your people go to the Tuguawan United Soda Factory and arrest all the workers inside."