A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

The moment Sanjou saw the white shirt, his body had already taken action.

He immediately pushed away the few boys who were blocking him and ran along the street away from the white shirt.

But after running a few steps, several vans appeared on the street in front of him.

The car door opened, and a group of people in white shirts jumped out of the car. They took out their swinging sticks and swung them hard to fully unfold the sticks.

Sanjou stopped, turned immediately, and ran towards the alley not far from the street.

But before he could even take a few steps, he was caught up by Xinlianying's thugs, who knocked him to the ground with a few swings of sticks.

"What are you doing running so fast?"

Death Quan came over with a smile and stepped on Sanjou's head with his foot.

"Brother Luo gave you a chance last time. Even the long-haired male knew how to abandon his territory and run away. You are the only one who is so damn smart. How many days can you hide and come out?"

After crushing him hard for a few times, Shi Mingquan suddenly raised his foot and kicked Sanjou Xiong in the face, knocking him to the ground and sliding him some distance away.

Suddenly, Sanjou's face was covered with blood...

A few minutes later, Sanjou wiped the blood from the machete in his hand on Sanjou's body.

He looked around and waved to a few of Sanjou's men who were too frightened to move on the street next to him.

But everyone he saw couldn't help but take a step back, revealing a guy holding a blood-stained steel pipe.

A smile appeared on Luan Mingquan's face and he said: "Very good, it's you. I'm going to take the blame today. The worst I can do is go to Macau to hide..."

This little brother of Sanjou had a wonderful expression on his face when he heard the familiar words.

In addition to Sanjoo Xiong here in Banyan Tree Head, two bosses from surrounding streets who were working with him that day also had troubles in their respective places.

More than five hundred thugs started from the fruit bar, and later joined the Yuan Hengzidui thugs led by Yaowen who fought out of the fruit bar, sweeping across the surrounding streets.

All the guys who danced happily that day when Wang Zuluo's accident happened were all picked out and accounted for.

Including those bad guys who are hired to block people on the streets.

A big fight in Yau Ma Tei lasted from afternoon to midnight.

A quarter of the business establishments in Yau Ma Tei are closed, and fights are seen on almost every street. Blood and severed hands are very common.

But the uniformed police officers on the street seemed to be collectively blind. They just stood on the street smoking and watched the killing scene on the street with cold eyes.

"Luo... Luo... Brother Luo..., I am Tang Twelve's godfather..."

After the meeting, Wang Zuluo, who was inviting Superintendent Gui Lao of Yau Ma Tei Police Station for tea, suddenly received a strange phone call.

"Tang Twelve's godfather?"

Wang Zuluo didn't react for a while, and only after a few seconds did he remember that Tang Twelve in Temple Street really had a godfather.

"Does Young Master Twelve want to see me for something?"

Wang Zuluo thought that Duan Kun accidentally had a conflict with Tang Twelve's men after stepping into Yau Ma Tei, so he asked with a smile.

"Something happened to Twelve. Lord Guanyong Wei's leader, a bastard nicknamed Xiaosha, found someone to plot against Xiao Twelve."

"Now fashionable people are in Temple Street, and the streets are in chaos."

Wang Zuluo took the phone further away, rubbed his ears, and said, "Let's get to the point!"

The voice on the other end of the phone paused, and then said quickly: "Twelve has disappeared, and now the people from the Zhongqing Society are mingling with Guanyong's chic..."

"Let's get to the point. What do you want me to do? Is it to help find the Twelve Young Masters, or is it to ask me to borrow troops and march into Temple Street to avenge him?"

After Wang Zuluo finished speaking, he nodded to the ghost guys in the private room, then stood up and walked out of the private room.

"For the sake of the Twelve Young Masters who have helped me, I can lend you soldiers, but afterwards my business will be opened on Temple Street!"

Temple Street is divided into two non-adjacent parts by Tin Hau Temple. One section is the chaotic zone, which is the section where Tang Twelve and the Zhongqing Society compete.

The other section is a pedestrian street filled with stalls and shops. Both parties here have a tacit understanding not to let anyone show off.

The area here is divided only through the battle on another temple street.

When it comes to making money, don't do it randomly if you can. At least you can ensure your reputation and money.

When Tang Twelve disappeared, Temple Street immediately changed hands. To others, this seems a bit unbelievable.

If it were any other club, let alone Lao Ding missing, even if Lao Ding died in front of everyone, he would not have been taken over so easily.

But those people under Tang Twelve were different. They just followed Tang Twelve around and didn't even have a background in the underworld in the police station records.

Because his mother, Tang Twelve, is such a weirdo, there is no prefix for "establishment" at all, and his flag was erected based on the remaining power of his godfather and godmother.

Without a prefix, there is no actual right to speak, because Tang Twelve is only the president of the council of the streets near Temple Street.

To say it was a fight between him and the Zhongqing Society, it was better to say that Tang Twelve, the president of the street committee, led various small societies near Temple Street to fight against the Zhongqing Society.

Now that Tang Twelve is missing, the council has lost its leader, and cannot elect another president whose prestige is enough to suppress everyone, so they can only fight on their own.

Either they were kicked out of Temple Street, or they took refuge with the newly arrived Guanyong Mengrenzizao.

Tang Qiushui, Tang Twelve's godfather on the other side of the phone, fell silent after hearing Wang Zuluo's words.

He made this call just to ask Wang Zuluo to help Sanren go out and find Tang Twelve's whereabouts in the name of the Twelve Young Masters who had helped him before.

As for the temple street territory, who the hell cares who is in charge in the end?

But now Wang Zuluo gave a new choice, which made Tang Qiushui hesitate.

Although Tang Twelve had been fooling around in Temple Street. Thousands of bad guys can be gathered to do something by waving the flag.

The prestige was impressive enough, but the money earned was not much.

After all, there is no Li prefix, which means a lot less income. In addition, Tang Twelve is very generous to his subordinates and spends a lot of money.

Tang Qiushui, the godfather of the Twelve Young Masters, didn't even get on a minibus.

"Brother Luo, I just want to ask you to bring Xiao Twelve back. From now on, you have the final say on the temple street. We, father and son, are going to find a legitimate industry to do it..."

Several brothers around Tang Twelve have died in the past few days. Even his godmother Phoenix Girl was injected with powder by Guan Yongxiaosa and is now sent to a drug rehabilitation center to receive treatment like crazy.

This kind of world is really not suitable for Tang Twelve to hang out in. Tang Qiushui was afraid that if things continued like this, Tang Twelve wouldn't even be able to keep his body intact.

Wang Zuluo asked again in surprise: "Have you thought clearly?"

Tang Qiushui nodded firmly and said, "It's decided. Those bastards from Temple Street pushed Xiao Twelve out to be the president just to put him in front, and those bastards make a lot of money."

"What's the point of being such a big brother? It's better to wash your hands and do something decent."

"From now on, I will drive a minibus and Xiao Twelve will help me sell tickets. The family can live together and stay away from fighting. This is how we live."