Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

In fact, Mingzai is very good at fighting. He practices boxing in a boxing gym.

Generally speaking, people who can be the big brother and make the younger brothers follow him willingly have outstanding qualities. They are either good at fighting, very ruthless, or smart.

To those conditions, add loyalty and a bit of luck, and that's about it.

Mingzai is good at fighting, ruthless, and has a good brain.

He did not seek out Xin'an Company until he had a lot of younger followers, and in one fell swoop he got the opportunity to become the gang leader in just one step.

Mingzi felt that this step could be crossed tonight.

So when he saw the little leopard jumping out, he was not angry but happy. He threw out a machete and didn't say a word.

There is no doubt that Mingzi was worried that Linghua would not fight, and was also worried that Xigoupan would stop him, so he used his not-so-bad brain to make the decision, creating a fait accompli.

Once both sides start fighting, there is basically no possibility of stopping. Otherwise, no matter who it is, there will be no chance of getting back on track.

The knife flashed like blood as it chopped off the little leopard's head. This blow was intended to tear the little leopard's skin and flesh and cause blood to flow out.

This is Mingzi's cruelty. He knows that this way of hacking will not kill people, but it can scare people.

However, he underestimated the fighting power of the little leopard.

Xiao Bao is the most capable fighter among the Twelve Little Strongmen, with both strength and agility maxed out. The Twelve Little Strongmen are the best soldiers among the best soldiers, having experienced the baptism of war.

This kind of scene was child's play for the little leopard.

Facing this knife, Xiao Bao's body suddenly accelerated after jumping out and landing on the ground, and at the critical moment he crashed into Ming Tsai's knife light, making Ming Tsai's knife unable to hit the target.

Mingzi's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw this, and he knew that he had met a master.

He slashed at the air with his sword, but when he felt something was wrong, he immediately stepped back, hoping to gain an advantage where every inch longer is an inch stronger.

And he did have the skills and his movements were quick, and he insidiously pulled the machete down, trying to use the blade to cut a hole in Xiaobao's shoulder.

But Xiaobao seemed not to notice Mingzai's little trick. He kept moving forward and swinging his hands at the same time. The baton did not need to be longer as it was enough to reach Mingzai. Making it longer would be inconvenient.

Xiaobao used the baton as a dagger and stabbed Mingzi's stomach hard.

"Humph!"

Mingzi was hit in the stomach and groaned in pain.

But he quickly restrained himself because he also succeeded and slashed the little leopard's shoulder with the machete.

"Poor boy, I didn't expect you to have some skills, but you are at a disadvantage..." Mingzi covered his stomach and looked up at Xiaobao. The corner of his eyes drifted towards Xiaobao's shoulder, "What? You are fine, you are actually fine, how is this possible..."

Could it be that the knife is fake?

I cut him with such force, how could he be okay?

Mingzi immediately looked at the machete in his hand and found that there was no blood on it.

The thin dog behind him was also stunned. He could see it most clearly from his angle. The knife clearly caused a scratch. How could it be useless?

"Hehe, I'm invulnerable to swords and guns!" Little Leopard grinned.

He knew how to take advantage of the current situation and say something to confuse people.

However, since Xiaobao has taken action, he will not stop without saying a word.

While Mingzi was distracted, he pressed the button on the baton, and the baton became longer with a bang.

"Ah, this..." Mingzai was stunned again when he saw this scene, and looked at the machete in his hand...

This... is one inch stronger than him?

Xi Gou Pan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in shock: "This stick...are you the five people from that day?"

He was hurt that night.

That night, he was terrified.

That night, he was almost beaten...

Xigoupan could never forget that night when more than a dozen of his younger brothers were beaten down by five, oh no, to be precise, four people in just a few minutes. Now he is still lying at home, needing medical expenses to keep himself alive.

Xigoupan thought that the culprit that caused the tragedy that night was the stick that could grow longer or shorter.

Because later his younger brothers said that hitting with that stick was too painful and too heavy, just like the golden hoop stick, which would hurt after being hit by it.

"Hey, Linghua, you invited someone from outside?" Xigoupan was furious. "You don't follow the rules, do you?"

"What the hell are the rules?" The masked little leopard didn't care. What just happened was not even a warm-up, so what was this nonsense?

He stared at Mingzai fiercely, and without saying a word, hit Mingzai with a stick.

Mingzi's momentum had weakened, so he quickly used a machete to block.

With a clang, sparks flew.

Mingzai's household registration is numb.

"I'll let you be arrogant, I'll let you be arrogant..." Little Leopard smashed down with the stick, shouting after each smash.

People on both sides were stunned, especially those who knew Mingzi and his abilities, and his younger brothers.

We brothers have never seen Brother Ming being beaten to the point where he had no power to fight back.

But they were reluctant to take action, because the situation between Xiaobao and Mingzai turned into a one-on-one duel. Whichever side sent people to help would immediately lose face.

Mingzai was hit by several sticks and was about to vomit blood. In the face of strength, all his skills were useless.

puff!

The machete in Mingzai's hand finally couldn't hold on and flew away, and Xiaobao hit Mingzai in the chest with a stick.

However, this guy, who had just made his debut and was about to become the big brother of Temple Street, spit out a mouthful of blood, felt as if his chest was hit by a car, and lay down dejectedly.

"Brother Ming, Brother Ming..." A loyal younger brother of Mingzai was furious after seeing his boss's injury. "Fuck you, you dare to hit Brother Ming? I'll kill you. Brothers, come on..."

With a wave of his arm, the people brought by Mingzai rushed out.

Well, there is no turning back.

Xi Goupan immediately waved his machete and called on his younger brothers to come forward. He felt that the matter of Linghua seeking external assistance must be discussed afterwards and the boss should be asked to come out to negotiate.

However, although he thought about the future, he did not think that five people could change anything. After all, he was too well prepared and would definitely win. The only problem was that his injured brothers would have to spend a lot of medical expenses afterwards.

"Kick them to death!"

"Hey Ming Ge, revenge..."

“Temple Street is ours…”

Various slogans were shouted out, the black crowd of people, and the bright white machetes made Zeng Wangcai feel...something was going on.

That’s right, the scene in front of him finally made Zeng Wangcai feel involved, as if he was in a movie.

"Hit me, buddy..." Zeng Wangcai shouted excitedly, and with a shake of his hand, the stick became longer.

All the other Linghua's brothers were boosted in morale by Xiaobao's knockout of Mingzai, and they followed suit and started to practice the stick-swinging moves they had been practicing for days.

When Xigoupan saw the baton in Linghua's hand and the others behind him who each held a baton, his face turned green.

But, at this point there is no chance to do anything else, I can only go ahead with it.

call!

Linghua was the most direct, and was the first to confront Xigoupan...

......

There are 12 young masters of Sun On Company, and Che Zai Xia is one of them. He is responsible for the business of the entire Yau Ma Tei area of ​​Sun On Company.

He has many subordinates, and it is said that he has tens of thousands of subordinates in all his gangs.

That night, Che Zai Xia and a few of his loyal followers were having a midnight snack while waiting for the results from Temple Street.

For midnight snack, shrimp lovers love hotpot, all year round.

There were a few slices of meat and a few pieces of vegetables floating in the bottom of the clear soup with not much oil or water.

Che Zai Xia picked up the vegetables, blew them down to cool them down and ate them, sweating profusely. At this time, the younger brother he had arranged got the result and ran over to whisper something in his ear.

After hearing the result, Che Zai Xia stood up and kicked over the table: "Are you kidding me? We had twice as many players as them and still lost? What? Hire some foreign players... Call them, what are you just watching?"