"What! Ono was taken away by the Axe Gang?"

Yang Sanshu's expression changed drastically, and he raised his foot and walked out.

Wu Yishou shouted: "Lao San, what are you going to do?"

Yang Sanshou said anxiously: "Of course I'll help."

"You're confused."

Wu grabbed him with one hand: "What can you do when you go like this? That's the Axe Gang."

In Shencheng, the axe accomplices are well-known and deserve to be one of the top big characters, with tens of thousands of members in the gang.

The Axe Gang is one of the main bodies of Dragon City, but the structure of Dragon City is above it, taking both black and white, thus having a transcendent status.

To put it bluntly, some big figures are unwilling to be confined to the framework of the gang, so they jumped out and jointly established Longcheng. The police station was controlled on the white road, and even served as the Chinese inspector general in the concession. On the other hand, they were in charge of all kinds of big and small words. If there was any shameful matter, they could be ordered by the thugs to do it.

Long Ye of Longcheng, President Du of the Sanshui Chamber of Commerce, is also known as the two tycoons of Shencheng.

Yang Sanshou had a ferocious face: "So what about the Axe Gang? At worst, you can fight to the death."

Wu Yishou sighed: "You are irritable and will only cause trouble for Ono. If the other party invites him to have tea, he will have something to ask for, but we don't know what exactly. If there is something, it's better to wait for him to come back."

Yang Sanshou had red eyes: "I'm afraid he won't come back..."

Wu Yishou glared: "Nonsense! What's Ono's skills? Besides, this kind of thing is useless to be anxious. I don't believe that Boss Huang from the Axe Gang will tear his face apart. Behind us, there is also a Jingwu Club, and President Huo and the others have a friendship."

Upon hearing this, Yang Sanshou calmed down a little.

That's true. For so many years, Jingwuhui and Longcheng Jingshui have not violated the rivers and have nothing to do. This time, the Axe Gang came to Tang Ye. There may be something wrong with him. As long as Tang Ye handled it properly, he would not be able to fight.

...

Fenglailou, one of the oldest restaurants in Shanghai, is ranked alongside the Great World Theater. It is a place where people on the road like to treat or negotiate, and is also called the "Fengyun Land".

The storm converges.

Tang Ye got out of the car and, under the guidance of a member of the Axe Gang, stepped upstairs.

"Haha, Master Tang is here, sit down!"

In the private room, the cheerful and enthusiastic laughter was particularly contagious.

Huang Mingtian, leader of the Axe Gang.

Before this, Tang Ye had heard of this name countless times, which was so well-known, but he had never seen a real person.

In the past, he shrank in a low slum, how could he see such a powerful figure?

Sitting down opposite, Tang Ye glanced at him and landed on the man standing behind Huang Mingtian.

This person is not tall, with a bunch of short beards and a pair of narrow eyes, which is a sinister look. From Tang Ye coming in and sitting down, his eyes have never shifted, and he seems very alert.

He is a master...

This is also normal. If you can follow Huang Mingtian, if you can't fight, you will not be qualified to be this bodyguard.

Huang Mingtian was also looking at Tang Ye: "Master Tang, it's true that it's better to meet him than to be famous."

Tang Ye chuckled: "It's too much, the newspaper is written randomly."

"Oh, is that..."

Before he finished speaking, the man behind Huang Mingtian suddenly stood up like a quick leopard. He drilled under the table and rushed to Tang Ye in an instant. A cold light flashed, and a dagger was added in his hand, piercing his heart.

This change was caught off guard and was very sharp and fierce.

Tang Ye was prepared for a long time, and the "reject" in the pushing hand technique was to cross the right elbow; at the same time, he used the "catch" in the hand technique, and five fingers became claws, and he had to use the skill of snatching the blade with empty hands to grab the opponent's sword.

laugh!

The sinister man's knife was slippery and turned a knife to his fingertips, forcing Tang Ye to withdraw his hand, and his figure suddenly rose and came again.

The rabbit rose and falconed, and the two fought for several rounds in the not-so-wide box.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the two separated.

"Okay, wonderful, it's just that heroes are young, and they have great skills."

Huang Mingtian clapped his palms and praised loudly.

The man with the knife stood quietly behind him, his hands sagging. He didn't know whether the dagger was retracted into his sleeve or hidden somewhere else.

Tang Ye asked: "Boss Huang, what do you mean?"

Huang Mingtian smiled and said, "Master Tang doesn't have to worry about it. Adao is just a temporary skill itch, so I'll ask you to practice it."

A man who uses a knife is named Adao.

After a meal, he shouted, "It's time to serve."

Someone came in, holding a box in his hand, put it on the table, opened it, and it was bright and full of oceans.

Huang Mingtian smiled and said, "Three hundred oceans, Master Tang, please help me with a punch."

Tang Ye asked: "It's that simple?"

"Of course there are conditions. First of all, I have a problem and don't like being rejected; secondly, I can only win this fight, not lose. If I lose, you have no money to get it and your life will be lost."

Tang Ye raised his eyebrows: "It seems that Boss Huang likes gambling very much, and they are all big gambling."

Huang Mingtian pressed on the table with both hands: "I don't like gambling and don't dare to gamble. What a manly man? I went from a hawker selling fish eggs to today, and I tried my best to bet with my life. How about it? Do you bet?"

Tang Ye grinned: "Someone is beating with you, and you have money to take it. Where can I find such a good thing?"

Hearing this, Huang Mingtian was stunned and looked at Tang Ye again, which seemed a little unexpected. Unexpectedly, Tang Ye would agree to be so straightforward: "You guys who run a martial arts school, don't you feel that you are doing boxing outside?"

Tang Ye replied: "First, I need money now; second, I am still so young, can I just stay in the martial arts hall to practice boxing, teach my disciples, and live a tight life?"

Huang Mingtian laughed loudly when he heard this: "Yes, I'm not wrong. I don't have ambitions and don't pursue excitement. What kind of man should I be? Take this box of money back first, and start the race three days later. Someone will pick you up at that time."

"good."

Tang Ye picked up the box simply and quickly: "Goodbye."

He stepped out of the private room and went downstairs.

"Boss, should you send someone to stare at me? I won't be run away by this kid?"

The man who came in with the money asked.

Huang Mingtian waved his hand: "No, he is a smart person. He knows that he can't escape and will not do stupid things."

Behind him, Adao said in a deep voice: "Brother Tian, ​​I can actually go on stage to fight Hengshan."

Huang Mingtian shook his head: "Adao, you are the person I trust the most. Going to the arena to fight with people is not what you need to do. Hengshan has won eleven consecutive games and is in full swing. It is better to spend money to invite an outsider to fight him. Haha, this Master Tang is pretty good, God helps me too."

As he said that, he smiled: "But no matter how hard he can fight, he is just a boxer. If I ask him to fight, he has to fight. Unless he is beaten to death on the stage, he can only help me fight and make money."

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

There was a knock on the door, and a subordinate came in and reported, "Boss, the Japanese Banquan Saburo is here."

Huang Mingtian immediately changed his face and stood up: "Please hurry up."

Soon, a Japanese man in a kimono entered with high spirits, wearing wooden clogs on his feet, making a "snatch" sound when he walked.

Banquan Saburo speaks very well in Chinese: "Boss Huang, have you arranged the cargo on the ship tonight? You can't make any mistakes."

Huang Mingtian smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Sanlang, I have made arrangements."

Saburo Onizumi nodded, expressed his praise, and spoke again, and then left.

"This Japanese man is so arrogant. He has to go up and say something in just one sentence. Humph!"

Huang Mingtian looked unhappy.

A confidant asked, "Boss, what are these Japanese people using to make jars, jars and jars and rags in China? I heard that even the corpses buried in the tombs have bones, which is very strange."

Huang Mingtian said angrily: "Those are all antiques and cultural relics. What do you know?"

"valuable?"

"It's not worth it... Forget it, I'm saying that's what it is. Anyway, it's not bad to do things for Japanese people these days, and it's good. You have to serve them well, otherwise I'll strip you of your skin..."
Chapter completed!