From the Bird

"Slap."

The shoes stepped into the sewage, splashing a large cloud of spray.

Many mice, too small to be cats, were frightened and rushed past Li Yan. The air was filled with rotting stench from the fish and egg processing plant behind the building.

No matter how legendary the slums of Kowloon Walled City will be in the eyes of future generations. Dirty and rundown are the shades here. The places in the walled city that are drunk and intoxicated with gold are at least out of reach of Li Yan now.

Li Yan's thumb was surrounded by a bunch of keys, belonging to a room in the mottled apartment in front of him.

The key was given by the red ghost, and it was a gift for Li Yan. There was no need to squeeze into a room with the boxers of the low-level ring. It's only 15 minutes' walk from Longjin Road where the Kowloon Platform is located, which is convenient for Li Yan.

The boxer who fists in Longcheng must find himself a suitable manager, the so-called Longcheng groom. When the boxers come on the field and how they fight, they are arranged by the manager. Previously, Li Yan's manager in Longcheng was the small-eyed fat man, called Fei Bo. And now, his manager is naturally a red ghost.

Compared to the fat boy who can only make a fortune in the fourth quarter, the red ghost is a well-known figure in the entire Longcheng ring. At the age of 13, he used the name of Chen Minhong to fight on the ring. Master, the fists and feet are fierce, and the hands are heavy, and the red ghost's name spread at that time. After stepping down, he followed Tai Sui and was one of the most dependent managers around Tai Sui. Even the chairman of the committee, Wu Haoxi, greeted A Hong with a smile. Following the punches of the Red Ghosts, it seems to people like Fei Zaibo that they want to put firecrackers to buy roast goose to celebrate.

And in the eyes of Fei Zibo, Li Yan stepped into the sky at the moment is groping about dozens of dollars in his pants pockets, his face is ugly, there is no complacency at all.

"Three hundred floating points are worth three million Hong Kong dollars. Can I rob the bank?"

Although He gave Li Yan the time for three Yan Fu events to make up the 300 Yan Fu points, Li Yan obviously couldn't wait that long. What he wanted to do was to make one step. In 1986, in the Kowloon Walled City, he made enough 3 million Hong Kong dollars in one month!

"Meow ~"

Li Yan looked down and saw an orange kitten walking back and forth under his feet, and the tip of his nose hit his leg from time to time.

"Ami."

There was a tender female voice above the stairs. Li Yan looked at the sound. Above the stairs was a 13-year-old girl, wearing a pale-washed shirt, bare feet, soft and weak, looking a little bit. Afraid of people.

"Meow ~"

When the kitten heard the call of the owner, two or three jumped and ran to the girl's side, making a purring sound in his throat.

"Sorry, sir, Amy always likes to run around."

Li Yan smiled: "Your cat is cute."

Then he went into this apartment. Looking for the room number that the red ghost told him.

"Sister, do you know where room 413 is?"

The little girl nodded after hearing the words, picked up her cat, and motioned for Li Yan to follow her.

It took about a minute or two before the little girl stopped. Pointed to the number on the room next to him.

"Here it is."

"Thank you, little sister. Then, my brother invited you to have sugar."

Li Yan took out two milk candies from his pocket and handed them to the little girl. He bought it on Longjin Road to ease his pain.

"Axiu, who are you talking to so late?"

There was a woman's voice in the door of Li Yan's back facing him, a little hoarse, and she was obviously out of breath.

"No, mom, I'll go downstairs to find Amy."

Seeing the candy in Li Yan's hand, the girl was a little hesitant. Hearing the sound coming from the room, she said goodbye to Li Yan in a hurry and went back to the room.

Li Yan peeled off the sugar paper and stuffed a toffee into his mouth without thinking about it. He took out the key and opened the door of his room.

There are two mothers and daughters on the opposite door, which is better than Yingying Yanyan, who has caused troubles, at least now Li Yan doesn't want to have branches outside the festival.

The house was clean, but it was dreadful. It was just that the stench from the fish egg processing plant behind the apartment was too strong, even when the doors and windows were closed tightly. Li Yan was just looking for a place to stay, but he didn't care much about it. After a little cleaning, he covered his head and slept.

...

Late at night, in a gambling stall.

"On! Twelve o'clock."

As the dice stopped turning, the suit was messy, and the middle-aged man behind the hairline suddenly collapsed to the ground, with a faint aura of alcohol on his body. Some of the people around the gambling table fluttered, and some gritted their teeth, but no one looked at him, as if this middle-aged man with an ugly face seemed to have a heart attack was a pile of **** to be swept to the street.

"Come here, buy and leave."

The black teeth of the dice were scattered, his blackened teeth biting a half-smoked cigarette, and he was sipping red.

"Wait, wait, this keeps me down."

The middle-aged man with red eyes was hoarse and screamed in surprise.

"Get the money, old man."

Heiya Tai swallowed a thick sputum and shouted at the middle-aged man in a perfunctory tone. His eyes were so hot that he could see that the middle-aged man had lost half a dime. If at this time he dared to provoke something with his fingers to gamble, Heiyatai must have someone drag him behind, throw it out, and throw it into the sea to feed sharks.

Middle-aged man with his lips pursed, took out a flat wooden box from his arms.

"How much can this be worth?"

The wooden box opened, and inside it was a piece of pale yellow rice paper. The gold-textured lines were staggered, and a lifelike yak was painted. The golden hair on the whole body was visible. . Behind the paper is a dense line of small letters.

Hei Yatai didn't want to think about it, even the rice paper in the wooden box was shot on the middle-aged person's face!

"Hang your mother, you want to change money when you come with a box of toilet paper? You have to slap the coin? Go away without money!"

The middle-aged man was snorted and backed, two nosebleeds running down the lips to the ground, he got up, and murmured while walking outwards in a daunting manner.

"Unknown, antiques come."

He patted the dust on his body and staggered out, but he did not expect that walking drunkenly on the streets of Jiulong City drunkenly was the most eye-catching ...

"Shit, talk nonsense ..."

He was still complaining, but didn't notice a figure sneaking close to him from behind, while he didn't notice, the cement block in his hand hit him **** the back of the head!

The middle-aged man fell down in response. The man crouched and groped eagerly in his pocket, but found nothing. When he was annoyed, Yu Guang saw the unbelievably hot stamping paper in his hand. I didn't want to, I grabbed my hand, glanced at no one, and turned to leave.

At this moment, one hand suddenly grabbed his trousers and tripped him to the ground.

The middle-aged man was covered with blood and moaned in his mouth.

"Save, save me, save ..."

The man trembled, desperately trying to pinch the middle-aged man's chest, and wanted him to let go of his hand, but the middle-aged man's hands were very tight, and he could not let go.

He gasped, his anger rose from his heart, and his anger turned to his gall. He fumbled for the **** cement block that had just been thrown on the ground, his hands raised high. Smash it!

"boom!"

Li Yan's palms smashed down and were smashing into the opponent's face, leaving him unconscious.

"After that, the babies were sharp and won five games in a row."

"Fuck, this guy made it clear that he wasn't at the fourth level and let him fight?"

The red ghost leaned against the fist and waved to let Li Yan step down.

"What's the matter? Brother Red Ghost?" Li Yan asked jokingly.

The red ghost laughed bitterly.

"If you continue to fight like this, the idiot also knows that you have no brain to follow you. It hurt me to see the wealth of water in the boxing. Go with me. You went to the big field today."

"Okay. Where?"

The red ghost threw a cigarette **** on the ground.

"Fuyi Building."

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