A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"My name is Wang Zuluo. Some people may have heard of my name, Handsome Luo."

Wang Zuluo was holding an electric horn in his hand and shouting as he walked.

The Lianying gangsters on the street made way for Wang Zuluo and his group to pass through, allowing Wang Zuluo to walk smoothly on the street.

"Mr. Long has left the club's affairs to me temporarily because he is old. Now I want you to see my face clearly and remember it deeply in your heart."

Having said this, Wang Zuluo opened his hands and walked around in a circle on the street.

"Why do you need to remember my face?"

"Because it will be me who will give everyone a monthly salary in the future, so you have to remember me. Remember to call me Brother Luo when you see me, otherwise your money will be deducted. Do you understand?"

Wang Zuluo shouted as he walked, explaining to Lianying's people the rules for his monthly salary.

A monthly salary of 800 yuan for a young boy and 200 yuan for an ordinary registered member. Don't take it too little, this is the basic salary, and you will get extra income every time you show off your horse.

Why do ordinary registered members get less?

Because they are just a name. When the club has nothing to do, they have their own things to do, such as selling things and doing small businesses.

It's just in name, no matter if they ask for protection money, it's already Brother Luo's kindness.

Each person participating in the horse show will receive 300, each person will receive 500 in the war, and 600 for minor injuries. Even if you are seriously injured, you will get 600, but the society will be responsible for paying for the treatment of the injury. If you are disabled, you will be directly given 10,000 yuan as pension, and you can still get a monthly salary of 200 yuan.

Don’t worry if you are accidentally beheaded to death. The society will give 20,000 yuan to your family and pay for your burial. During the holidays, the society bosses will personally burn incense for you.

If you kill your opponent, congratulations, Brother Luo will pay you 50,000 yuan, and will arrange for you to run away or find a lawyer to help you reduce your sentence.

After the limelight is over, you can take over when you come back. Find a place to show you, and hire a few boys to show off on the street.

"But we have to make an agreement first. You will get your monthly salary. If something happens to the club, you can't shrink your head. Some people think that they can also get the 800 yuan from the gang. They can register with their respective bosses."

"By the way, the uncles of the society have now voluntarily given up on continuing to manage the society. They will soon immigrate abroad to retire. Therefore, if you have any problems in the future, you can directly contact their respective bosses or me. Uncles are busy. I’m going abroad and I don’t have time to talk to you.”

Wang Zuluo took the mineral water handed over by Wei Jixiang to moisten his throat, and then gave the people in Lianying a brief introduction to the current sphere of influence of Xinlianying.

As well as the dress code of Xinlianying, which is two white tops per person and a steel pipe for horse riding.

Brother Luo happens to have a small processing factory, and the brothers can just use the money to get clothes and steel pipes.

You read that right, Brother Luo no longer gives out free clothes. The last time Gao Tianli settled accounts for him, he unexpectedly discovered that these small sums of money would add up to a large expenditure.

Brother Luo was not here to spread money as a water pipe, so he immediately made the decision to charge money for the clothes.

As for why steel pipes must be used, it’s because they recruited a group of young people who had just entered society and started fighting with their lives.

The machetes of Lao Sijiu are all blunt, and they will not easily kill someone if they chop them. But they were different. The machete was sharper than a butcher's knife. If Brother Luo hadn't discovered it early and got rid of it all at once, Brother Luo would have gone bankrupt and run away without paying for his family expenses.

The steel pipe is better. When showing off the horse, the actual combat effect is no worse than the machete. And it also avoided the hidden danger of Luo Ge going bankrupt from paying the resettlement allowance.

"Axiang, give each of the brothers a piece of clothing first. It's a meeting gift from me, the boss, to the brothers."

After Wang Zuluo finished speaking, he handed the trumpet to Mr. Long and asked him to add a few words. After all, although Mr. Long has nothing to do now, he still has the reputation of sitting in the restaurant.

Wei Jixiang quickly arranged for someone to pick up the clothes from the hired van. These are the clothes that were trial-produced by the small processing factory under Luo Ge's name. Although there are many flaws, they do not hinder normal wear.

"Brother Luo, Mr. Long, Hong Tai's people are coming!"

Just when Mr. Long had been speaking for more than ten minutes and Wang Zuluo was about to take back the speakerphone and add a few words, a guy from Lianying ran over with a phone.

"Hong Tai?" Wang Zuluo looked a little unhappy. He didn't come early or late, but he chose to come and cause trouble today when Brother Luo took over Lianying.

Isn’t this giving Brother Luo eye drops?

"How many people?" Wang Zuluo asked directly.

"There are at least seven to eight hundred people standing at the bus station, and it is said that there are people from Hongtai on their way over."

The guy raised the phone and said a few words, then gave a number.

Wang Zuluo nodded, then raised his loudspeaker and climbed onto the truck on the roadside, shouting: "Hong Tai's group rushed to the street to cause trouble. They will take eight hundred yuan and stand in the front. The others will also contribute from behind."

"Everyone follow me now, go to the bus station and kill those Hongtai bad guys!"

After speaking, Wang Zuluo grabbed a baseball bat and led Wei Jixiang and Duan Kun toward the bus station.

The young men of Xin Lianying followed behind in great numbers, and their uniform white tops became the most eye-catching symbols on several nearby streets.

"Split a team and go to Hong Tai's place. Tell Bao Rong that your boss has told you that no one is allowed to cause trouble tonight!"

In the police car of the anti-gang team of Mong Kok Police Station that had just arrived, Peng Xinjian, who was leading the team, picked up the walkie-talkie and started arranging tasks.

After speaking, Peng Xinjian patted the steering wheel impatiently.

This period of time was simply unlucky. Before, he joked that Hung Tai from Tsuen Wan was fighting with Wo Luen Sing, and that Wo Luen Sing from Jordan was in constant conflict with Wong Pao from Yixing.

Needless to say, in Yau Ma Tei, it has become a habit to have a dozen in Temple Street every day. Tsim Sha Tsui is slightly better. The colleagues in the anti-gang unit are not busy, but the anti-drug unit is busy.

Needless to say, in Wan Chai, Hong Xing and Dong Xing were beaten to a pulp.

But now it was others' turn to laugh at him. At least no ghost inspector had been killed by the club in other jurisdictions.

Then in the past few days, Hong Tai's Bao Rong was looking for trouble every day, and his purpose of trying to catch Jue Lianying was not even concealed.

By the way, I almost forgot that there is also a new Mad Dog Luo!

Peng Xinjian's thoughts began to swirl, and he still had a good impression of Mad Dog Luo.

At least he acted in a measured manner and never caused trouble to the police station. He also acted quickly when sweeping the streets to show off his crimes, and would send someone to confess as soon as possible afterwards, which saved the anti-gangster group a lot of trouble.

Even the bad guy who came to plead guilty even prepared a copy of the transcript himself. The anti-gangster team member asked him, and the other person just followed him, took notes very quickly, and had a very friendly attitude towards the confession.

"Huh?" Peng Xinjian had just thought of Mad Dog Luo, when Mad Dog Luo's figure appeared in front of him.

Looking at the only guy wearing a black suit among the all-white shirts, Peng Xinjian's expression was very exciting.

"Compare the photos to see if it's that guy from Mad Dog Luo!"

Peng Xinjian was a little unwilling to give up, thinking that there was something wrong with his eyes.

The news he received was that a large number of club members had gathered in Lianying. How did it become the Mad Dog Luo Baishan Club now?

Needless to say, Baishanshe was the title given to Wang Zuluo by the police station. Because Wang Zuluo didn't have the prefix "Kaixiangtang", he got a code name.

"Sir Peng, the one in front is indeed Mad Dog Luo!"

Officer You sat in the driver's seat with a grimace. The person in charge of keeping an eye on Mad Dog Luo in the police station was Officer You. Now that Mad Dog Luo was so cool in front of his immediate boss, he, Officer You, would definitely not get any good results after he returned.

"If you recognize him, why don't you go down and stop him?"

"Let me tell you, if there is a headline in the newspaper tomorrow about the street melee between three thousand young and Dangerous boys tonight, you should pack up and go to the traffic department to accompany Yuan Haoyun on the street!"