Hong Kong variety show: This gangster is so wicked he's practically wicked.

Chapter 60 Now, grip your knives tightly and sweep through all of Chang Le Society's territorie

crossroads.

The red light suddenly started making a clicking sound.

Fei Hong, followed by a large group of people, looked at the two people across the street.

He was somewhat puzzled and waved his hand to stop.

All I saw was...

Gao Qiang had one foot on the street railing, one hand on the railing, and the other holding a phone, looking like an ordinary passerby.

An old man was with him.

The uncle had a sleazy and vulgar appearance, with a round belly, and didn't look like a martial arts master at all.

Fei Hong frowned slightly, looked around, and saw that the parking attendants outside Gao Qiang's venue acted as if nothing had happened.

If there's a car, he'll stop; if there isn't, he'll squat on the ground, smoking and looking at them.

It's as if nothing happened, or rather, they're confident.

Could there be an ambush?

He recalled a historical anecdote he had heard, such as Zhuge Liang's Empty City Stratagem from the Three Kingdoms period.

Does Gao Qiang think of himself as Zhuge Liang?

Unfortunately, I am not Sima Yi.

"Hey bro, there are no more cars, are you still able to get through?"

The red stick of the club behind him reminded Fei Hong.

He had already put it very tactfully, having already run more than ten traffic lights.

Cars? I don't even look at them. You try hitting one and see what happens.

Fei Hong pointed to the traffic light across the street, "It's a red light, and it won't turn green for another thirty seconds!"

The henchmen: "..."

We ran more than a dozen red lights before stopping here.

What, is there CCTV at this intersection?

You'll get fined if you're caught running a red light.

Fei Hong felt a sense of apprehension as he looked at the countdown red light.

"Twenty-nine."

He decided to call out to Gao Qiang across the street as a test:

"Gao Qiang, what tricks are you playing? Scared?"

Gao Qiang glanced at him briefly before continuing his phone call.

"Twenty-eight."

"Twenty-seven."

Several cars drove by on the road.

Time keeps passing by.

Seeing that Fei Hong didn't dare to come over, Cao Dahua seemed to know what Gao Qiang was up to.

The Empty City Stratagem?

When he was in Paris, every time he went to the office, he would see Gao Qiang reading erotic magazines.

I didn't expect they were studying military strategy.

Brother Qiang, I misunderstood you.

Cao Dahua decided to fan the flames, pointing at Fei Hong across the street and shouting:

"Feihong, come here if you dare, I'll beat you to death."

"You bastard, you son of a bitch."

……

Cao Dahua brought out the same momentum and volume he used when he criticized Hong Tai's son on "You Gu Qi" (a popular TV show).

Fei Hong clenched his teeth. How dare the old man point his finger at him and curse him?

He was about to move his legs slightly when he caught a glimpse of Gao Qiang, who was on the phone, suddenly smiling.

something wrong.

Provocation!

Gao Qiang must have hidden a lot of people in the venue. Once I bring my men in, he'll attack from both sides.

He's quite cunning.

"ten."

"Nine."

As the time drew nearer, beads of sweat appeared on Fei Hong's forehead.

Fortunately, Luo Tianhong saved him at that moment.

"Tch, what a charlatan. I'll take him on."

Luo Tianhong, carrying an eight-sided Han sword on his shoulder, calmly crossed the red light.

Tianhong aims to defeat Gao Qiang and become a renowned figure in the Hong Kong martial arts world.

Cao Dahua: Holy crap, how did he actually come over?

He walked to the middle of the road.

He twisted his neck and drew his eight-sided Han sword from its scabbard with a whoosh.

He then walked toward Gao Qiang with his sword in hand.

The atmosphere on the bread cart was incredibly tense; the only sound was the pounding of hearts.

Iron Arm lightly tapped the accelerator with his foot, ready to provide support at any moment.

Wing and Blind Fai loaded the bullets and rolled down the car window.

The blue lanterns that Gao Qiang had just recruited all stood up and looked towards the crossroads.

Fei Hong and the members of the Chang Le Society behind him eagerly awaited their arrival.

As long as Luo Tianhong kills Gao Qiang, he will lead his men to rush over and take back the territory.

When Luo Tianhong was three to five meters away from Gao Qiang, preparing to sprint and thrust his sword at Gao Qiang.

Gao Qiang seemed to have ended the call, staring at Luo Tianhong rushing towards him:

"Lian Haolong is looking for you."

After saying that, he tossed the phone away.

Upon hearing the name Lian Haolong, Luo Tianhong abruptly stopped, sheathed her sword, and caught the incoming phone call.

He said coldly:

"Feed".

"Tianhong, bring your men back. We're not fighting anymore."

"Hand the phone to Fei Hong."

"it is good."

He glared at Gao Qiang resentfully, "I'll let you off this time, but you won't be so lucky next time."

He made a harsh statement, then turned around with a flourish and headed back.

Just then, a faint voice came from behind him:

"The sword is the king of all weapons, while the staff is the ancestor of all weapons."

"You're already at a disadvantage in terms of weaponry, how can you possibly win against me?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Tianhong paused for a moment, turned to look at Gao Qiang, and smiled in surprise:

"Then let's have a competition."

"Okay, come find me in two weeks."

It's a deal.

Gao Qiang deliberately used the martial arts contest to entice Luo Tianhong, lest he act rashly and challenge Lian Haolong, only to lose his life in vain.

At this time.

The streetlights turned green.

Facing the surprised gazes of Fei Hong and the others, Luo Tianhong picked up the scabbard and sheathed his sword.

He walked up to Fei Hong and said coldly:

"Your phone."

He handed the phone to Fei Hong from the petrochemical plant, saying, "A man of integrity and loyalty, come back with me."

After saying that, he led his men through the crowd and swaggered away.

Fei Hong answered the call tremblingly, his gaze not daring to meet Gao Qiang's:

"Hello, this is Fei Hong."

The voice on the phone said:

"This is Lian Haolong. I'm just letting you know."

"From now on, Zhongxinyi will no longer support Changle Society, and Gaoqiang is my new partner."

"To harm him is to violate loyalty and integrity!"

Fei Hong's breathing quickened; he couldn't understand why Lian Haolong had suddenly abandoned him, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Brother Long, aren't we working together perfectly well?"

"I don't want 40%, 30%, no, even 10% will do. We'll split it 10/90!"

All I heard on the phone was a cold voice saying:

"No."

"Get out of here with your men."

Lian Haolong spoke with a firm tone.

Fei Hong gripped the phone tightly in his hand, his palm turning white from the pressure.

He wanted to smash the phone in his hand to the ground to vent his anger.

But Lian Haolong's cold voice came through the phone:

"If you understand, return the phone to Gao Qiang."

Now he knew he had been completely abandoned.

Huobao was abandoned by Yanchanle, Yanchanle was abandoned by him, and now even Haolong has abandoned him.

Everything seems to be destiny.

Fei Hong weakly handed the phone to the red-stick man beside him:

"Give it back to Gao Qiang."

After saying that, he plunged into the throng of henchmen, and walked away with his head down, ignoring the surprised looks and whispers of the crowd.

He knew he was finished. Without Lian Haolong's support, all the enemies he had offended and the underlings he had exploited would come looking for revenge.

Running away now might save your life.

The more than 1,000 members of the Chang Le Society stood there, at a loss.

The man with the red stick looked at the phone in his hand, then at the forlorn Fei Hong, and his heart was filled with determination.

He strode towards Gao Qiang, and upon reaching the high wall, respectfully handed over the phone with both hands, calling out:

"Brother Qiang."

Then they stood obediently to the side, waiting for their fate.

Gao Qiang took it. "It's Su Su and A Fa."

"Impossible, Susu wouldn't betray me..."

After Gao Qiang finished speaking, he hung up the phone without paying any attention to Lian Haolong's astonishment on the other end.

He looked at the Chang Le Society member standing in front of him with great interest. "Aren't you leaving?"

"Brother Qiang, I want to be with you."

As he spoke, he bent down and bowed his head, submitting to Gao Qiang.

Gao Qiang patted him on the shoulder:

"Okay, if you call me Brother Qiang, then you're my friend."

"But I have my rules. You're a Red Stick in the Chang Le Society."

"Where you start with me depends on your performance."

The man with the red stick nodded. "I know."

After saying that, he turned and returned to the leaderless crowd.

"Feihong is finished."

"Brother Qiang loves his brothers more than gold; he only takes 40% of the valet parking fee."

"There's still a chance to practice with him using the staff, and practicing with the staff gives you a chance to stand out."

"Come on, brothers, let's follow Brother Qiang!"

The bewildered crowd, upon hearing his shout, immediately followed suit, with the more astute among them.

Soon more and more people followed suit.

A small number of those who were at a loss and loyal to Fei Hong stayed put.

With a ripping sound.

A van screeched to a halt in front of them, and Yi-zai and his gang stared intently at the hesitant men, batons in hand.

Those people immediately agreed without hesitation.

After all, they have a deep understanding of how much force a skilled person can swing a stick and how painful it is when it hits their body.

The more than 1,000 people filled the intersection and continued to extend to both sides of the street.

They shouted in unison at Gao Qiang:

"Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang."

Then he bent down and lowered his head.

Gao Qiang waved his hand and stopped him: "I like smart people."

"A gangster who doesn't use his brain will always be a gangster."

"Your future is bright."

"Now, grip your knives tightly and sweep through all of Chang Le Society's territories!"

"yes!"

The crowd shouted in unison.