Jiang Cheng rested his chin on his hand as he looked out the window at the green fields that were quickly passing by. He was deep in thought.
A gust of wind blew through the gap in the window, making a "whoosh" sound. The wind carried a hint of coolness, mixed with the freshness of the fields, but the smell did not wake Jiang Cheng up. His mind was filled with doubts …
Who could be stalking him? The ones who wanted to kill him the most now should be the Martin Gang or Tianxia Hui, but the driver was a Caucasian, so it was very likely that he was from the Red Gloves. Or were these people hired by the Martin Gang or Tianxia Hui? From the bottom of his heart, Jiang Cheng did not want to suspect the Red Gloves, because there was no reason for them to. The Lung Hing Society did not have any conflict of interest with the Red Gloves, so they had no reason to do so. Or did he accidentally step on their red line and was unaware of it?
"Cheng Ge, we're almost there, Cheng Ge …" Lin Yu nudged the dazed Jiang Cheng and called him a few times.
"Ah?" Jiang Cheng suddenly woke up. He had been too engrossed in his thoughts just now. Now that he was nudged by Lin Yu, he looked around and realized that the car was still moving. He asked casually, "Where are we now?"
"We just entered the 17th District's Commercial Street. Cheng Ge, I called you many times just now, but you didn't pay attention. What's on your mind?" Lin Yu asked curiously.
Jiang Cheng shook his head with a wry smile. "Nothing. I'm just confused, and I can't figure it out for the time being."
Jiang Cheng looked out the window and saw the familiar scenery of West Street. They had just passed Glens Square, which was under Tagore's jurisdiction, and were driving toward East Street. Suddenly, he saw a serious traffic jam not far away. A large group of people had gathered together, almost taking up half the lane. The road ahead was getting more crowded and narrow, making it difficult to pass.
"What happened over there?" Jiang Cheng asked Jing Long, who had the best view from the driver's seat.
Jing Long whistled and shook his head. "I don't know, but it's most likely another car accident. Looking at the situation, it should be a very serious car accident. Otherwise, it wouldn't have attracted so many onlookers. But it's really strange. There is a speed limit on Commercial Street. The maximum speed cannot exceed 40 miles per hour. How could there be such a tragic car accident?"
While they were talking, they had already arrived in front of them. They were stuck in the lane, moving forward slowly like a snail. Their speed was shockingly slow.
Since they were stuck in a traffic jam, Jiang Cheng and the others looked at the center of the crowd out of boredom. They wanted to see what was going on over there, but the crowd was surging and blocking the surroundings. They couldn't see what was going on inside.
Since they couldn't see clearly, Jiang Cheng gave up. He was just a little curious, so he threw away this curiosity.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhuge Liuyun suddenly screamed. He raised his hand and pointed above the crowd. He said in horror, "Cheng Ge, look. The people hanging there … seem to be people from our Lung Hing Society!"
Everyone was suddenly taken aback. They immediately looked in the direction of Zhuge Liuyun's finger. They saw a person hanging on a tall traffic light sign. The person's hands were tied and hanging in the air. He was naked and covered with scars. His hair was black, and his head was drooping. He seemed to be in a coma. They didn't know if he was still alive.
Jing Long also made a sound of surprise. "Cheng Ge, this is really a brother of our Lung Hing Society. I know him. His name is Chen Fei."
"Let's go down and have a look." Jiang Cheng said to everyone with a gloomy expression. After that, he immediately opened the door and got out of the car.
The others also followed closely behind Jiang Cheng.
When they separated the crowd and came to the innermost part of the crowd, they found that there was no car accident. Instead, there were three men who were stripped naked and thrown on the side of the road. One had black hair and two had golden hair. After identification, they were all brothers of the Lung Hing Society.
They seemed to have been beaten. Their bodies were covered with bruises. They were unconscious at this time, but fortunately, they were still breathing. Everyone had vital signs.
"Hurry, hurry, put down the brother who is hanging." Jiang Cheng took off his clothes and covered one of his brothers. His face was full of anger as he roared at the others.
Who did this? Jiang Cheng roared angrily in his heart. If I know who did it, I must kill the person for revenge!
When the others heard Jiang Cheng's words, they immediately took action. Soon, they rescued the brothers of the Lung Hing Society who had fallen on the traffic light sign. They covered each of them with clothes, whether it was their faces or bodies. Because there were many reporters rushing over, they took pictures.
"What are you taking pictures for? Get out of here! "Jiang Cheng pointed at a reporter angrily and shouted loudly in English.
However, this reporter didn't care. He still used the camera in his hand to take pictures. There was a disdainful expression on his face. He didn't take Jiang Cheng's words seriously at all.
Jiang Cheng grabbed a pebble on the ground and threw it at the reporter. With a "pa" sound, the pebble hit the reporter's camera and smashed it into pieces.
"If you don't want to die, get out of here!" Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at the reporters around him fiercely. He clenched his teeth and said fiercely.
The reporters around were shocked. Then they didn't dare to take pictures anymore. They put down their cameras one by one. They all knew that this was the territory of the French gang. If they were too arrogant here, they were likely to be killed. Now that they saw how fierce Jiang Cheng was, they only dared to obey.
At the moment when Jiang Cheng sent these reporters away, Jing Long called the people in the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall. Soon, more than a dozen brothers came to this place and carried the four unconscious and naked people to the car and sent them to Longxing Hospital. Jiang Cheng asked to go with them. He asked Jing Long, Wang Jie, and Zhuge Liuyun to stay and let them return to the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall and try to go out as little as possible. Obviously, someone was really targeting the Lung Hing Society.
Zhuge Liuyun and others immediately nodded and agreed, while Jiang Cheng and Lin Yu got on the car to the hospital. In this way, Jiang Cheng just came back from the hospital. Before he returned to the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall, he went to Huaxing Hospital again.
He brought a few injured brothers to Huaxing Hospital and sent them for various examinations. It turned out that each of them had been fed a large amount of sleeping pills, making them sleep for a long time without waking up. Among them, two had broken ribs, but fortunately, there were no other injuries. Their lives would not be in danger, which made Jiang Cheng feel relieved.
When two of them woke up, Jiang Cheng immediately asked them about the situation.
The ones who had woken up were a Huaxia man and a French man. The other two had been sent for surgery because of broken ribs. Jiang Cheng walked over to the two men lying on the sickbed. He took a light breath and asked them, "What happened? Tell me everything in detail. "
The black-haired Huaxia brother nodded. He thought for a while, sorted out his thoughts, and said, "Cheng Ge, we were arrested last night. The four of us were going to East Street to investigate Rhodes Street and the business of several bars. But we didn't expect that we would be attacked at a corner before we could go far from the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall."
"Those people … Those people seemed to be waiting for us to go out. They came prepared!" The Huaxia brother said with a little excitement.
"And then? After you were arrested, did they ask you anything? "Jiang Cheng asked.
"No, they didn't." The Huaxia brother shook his head and said, "We were attacked and put on black masks. Then they kept beating us. In the end, we were put into a car and taken away. They took us to a big dark house, which seemed to be an old factory. They beat us while talking, but I couldn't understand what they were saying."
"Do you know who they are?" Jiang Cheng asked.
The Huaxia brother shook his head. "I'm not sure. We were put on black masks, so we couldn't see outside at all. I couldn't understand what they were saying either. Gray might know. Gray, you tell them." He shouted at the French member beside him.
Jiang Cheng looked at the French member, Gray.
Gray coughed and said with some difficulty, "Cheng Ge, they … should be from the Red Gloves!"
Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. He asked in surprise, "Why do you say that? What did you discover? "
Gray nodded. "I heard it. Although they weren't talking loudly, I heard some of it. They were saying things like Boss Bellaire. It seemed like Bellaire had instructed them to do it. There were also words like drugs and casinos mixed in, but I don't understand what they mean."
Jiang Cheng nodded. Indeed, judging from these people's conversation, it should be Bellaire who had hired someone to do it. But this matter …
Strange! It was really strange! What exactly caused Bellaire to attack the Lung Hing Society? Jiang Cheng thought carefully in his mind. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility. Bellaire was a little afraid of his own strength, so he didn't want to give the Lung Hing Society a chance to grow. He wanted to remove the Lung Hing Society while it was still a bud.
"Ring ring ring …" Jiang Cheng's phone rang.
Jiang Cheng immediately grabbed the phone. After pressing the answer button, Zhuge Liuyun's voice came from the other side. The moment he spoke, Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat.
"Jiang Cheng, I just looked into it. They were thrown out of the car and hung there an hour before we put them down. There were many witnesses. These witnesses said that although these people were wearing black masks, they could still tell that they were all Caucasians. I also found a plaque that was left behind by those people. On it was written — Lung Hing Society, get out of the 17th District!" Zhuge Liuyun said slowly.
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