Jiang Cheng brought sixty to seventy of his brothers out of the car and quickly rushed into the pedestrian street towards Huaxing Bank. The scene of seventy people running at night with weapons in their hands and a murderous look on their faces made the surrounding French people tremble in fear as they couldn't help but move out of the way.
Perhaps they were all thinking that this was a gang breaking into the central street? Usually when this kind of situation happened, the police would quickly appear.
Jiang Cheng and his seventy brothers ran for about five minutes before they finally saw the Chinese signboard of Huaxing Bank. Four big red characters – Huaxing Bank, and on the bottom right corner of the four Chinese characters were some English and French translations.
"It's over there!" Jiang Cheng ran while calling out to his brothers.
"Cheng Ge, this 9th district doesn't have any powerful gangs, at most they are some small fry. Since they dare to cause trouble in our Long Xing area, we will definitely beat them to death!" Johansson ran to Jiang Cheng's side and angrily said to Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng coldly snorted and said, "If this was the 17th district, I would definitely make these guys suffer the consequences, but this is the 9th district, which is under the jurisdiction of the police. Don't make things too big, or else we brothers will be imprisoned by the police in this district. We won't be as easy to talk to as the police in the 17th district."
"Moreover!" Jiang Cheng softly said, "Maybe this district's business bosses don't like us, this is also very possible. When the time comes, we will act according to the situation!"
Johansson nodded.
When the two arrived at the entrance of Huaxing Bank, they discovered that there was a large group of people there. Many of them were onlookers, and blocking the entrance of the bank was a group of men and women dressed in fancy clothes. There were more than thirty men and only three women, and their hair was dyed in various colors.
With this non-mainstream image, it seemed like they really were just ordinary hooligans.
There were a total of thirty flashy motorcycles parked in front of Huaxing Bank. There were all kinds of patterns on the motorcycles, and they even had flashy tail fins. It was truly cool and showy!
Some of these men and women sat on the motorcycles while others surrounded Huaxing Bank's entrance, joking and joking with each other. From time to time, someone would kick the closed shutter door of Huaxing Bank, and some even used their motorcycles to hit it, causing the shutter door to cave in.
"Yo!" A hoodlum excitedly shouted as he rode his motorbike towards Huaxing Bank's shutter door. In a short distance, he lifted the front wheel of the motorcycle and slammed it into the Huaxing Bank's door, causing it to cave in!
Then this person turned a corner and came back, giving the surrounding people a 'yes' sign, 'a' yes' sign with a proud look on his face.
Such a cool and unrestrained performance immediately caused the surrounding gangsters to gasp in admiration. The three non-mainstream girls also screamed and looked at the man with the explosive mohawk haircut with admiration and adoration.
"Brother Madsen, your driving skills are amazing!"
"Brother Madsen, I like your person and car so much! ~" A non-mainstream girl clasped her hands in front of her chest, her eyes shining with love as she looked at Johnson who had just slammed the door.
"Boss, let's smash this bank. Even a new bank isn't generous enough to donate to us," a lackey said to Madsen.
It seemed like the man with the mohawk haircut who had just slammed the door, Madsen, was the boss of this group of people, the leader. Looking at Huaxing Bank's bumpy shutter door, who knew how many times they had done this kind of thing, to the point where the door was almost smashed.
Another non-mainstream girl ran in front of Madsen, giggling as she hugged Madsen who was riding on the motorbike. She offered her lips to Madsen and kissed him passionately.
And Madsen didn't hesitate to hug her waist, pulling her closer to him, and performed a hot and open French kiss in front of everyone. Finally, it was a deep French kiss. Their mouths were completely pressed together, and their tongues were deeply inserted into the girl's throat, stirring.
"Come on, Boss, go for it!" Seeing this scene, the surrounding lackeys laughed and cheered for Madsen, as if encouraging him to go one step further. It would be best if he directly pressed the girl to the ground on the street and did it on the spot, they would feel even more satisfied.
Suddenly! A can of cola flew out from behind the crowd, and with a bang, it accurately hit Madsen's head, who was doing a deep French kiss with the girl.
The can of cola hit Madsen's ear squarely. Madsen, who suffered a violent impact on the side of his ear, swung his head, and rolled off the motorbike, falling with a bang onto the cement ground.
And the girl who was kissing him with her eyes closed suddenly felt that her tongue was gone, and the hand that was holding her waist had also disappeared. She couldn't help but open her eyes in surprise, and saw Madsen lying on the ground with his eyes rolled back, his limbs twitching. She involuntarily covered her mouth with her hands, and with her eyes wide open, she screamed in shock and kept retreating.
And the can of cola that had hit Madsen flew far away, and finally fell to the ground with a bang. Because of the repeated impacts, the cola inside exploded with a bang, and the cola and soda splattered everywhere!
The surrounding lackeys fell into a daze. Madsen was knocked unconscious by a can of cola that had flown over from afar. Who did this?
"Out of the way, out of the way!" A group of people armed with weapons parted the crowd of onlookers, and came in front of this group of non-mainstream hooligans. They all looked at the hooligans in the center with murderous intent.
This group of people who had just come in looked fierce, and each of them had a cold glint in their eyes. After they came in, they spread out to the sides, and in an instant, surrounded the hooligans in the center.
And after they spread out to the sides, two people walked out from the center of these people. One was a brown-haired European, and his facial features were a little oriental, and he seemed to be of mixed blood. The other was a completely black-haired, muscular, and handsome oriental man, and this person was holding an unopened can of cola in his hand. He was tossing it up and down, and his eyes were cold as he looked at the hooligans in front of him.
These people were naturally the brothers of the Lung Hing Society, and in the center were Johansson and Jiang Cheng.
Just now, when Jiang Cheng saw that hooligan called Madsen riding a motorcycle and crashing into the entrance of Huaxing Bank, he even received the cheers and praises of others, and finally kissed a girl on the street, completely destroying the business of the Lung Hing Society as a form of entertainment, he was instantly enraged. He snatched two cans of cola from the hands of a French girl beside him, and with a ruthless throw, one of the cans flew out and hit Madsen's head. In the next second, he fell off the motorcycle and fainted!
The hooligans that Madsen brought with him were stunned for a moment, and then they shouted angrily. Some of them took out a few steel pipes from the frame of the motorcycle, and each pipe was more than a meter long. They angrily walked over to Jiang Cheng's side. At this time, there were only twenty people on Jiang Cheng's side, and there were still forty people who hadn't arrived yet, so these people still had the advantage in numbers, and they weren't afraid. It seemed like they wanted to teach Jiang Cheng's group a lesson.
After all, they were the local tyrants of this place. What did Jiang Cheng's twenty people count for? Where did they come from?
Before these people got close, Jiang Cheng and Johansson were talking to each other. Jiang Cheng's gaze swept over the thirty hooligans, and he faintly asked Johansson, "Are you sure these guys are just hooligans in the 9th District, and they don't have a big gang background?"
Johansson nodded. "Cheng Ge, I can't be wrong. I've heard of their name before in the 17th District. Although there aren't any big gangs in the 9th District, there are still two or three similar groups of hooligans. The guy that you just knocked unconscious is called Madsen, and he has some fame in the 9th District. I heard that as long as there's a company or group opening for business, they will go and cause trouble, and ask for donations from businesses. The first request is at least tens of thousands of euros, and some are even blackmailed for hundreds of thousands. They make a lot of money every year."
"Oh? Is that so? They're quite bold! " Jiang Cheng sneered. "They actually dare to blackmail us, the Lung Hing Society. But … forget it. I'll teach them a little lesson and make them scram. The Lung Hing Society still needs to do business in the 9th District, and it's not good to offend these villains." He looked at these people with a sneer.
At this time, a tall and thin young man in his thirties, wearing a black leather jacket and dyed blood-red hair, walked over. He was holding a meter-long steel pipe in his hand, and he walked towards Jiang Cheng and Johansson. Behind him were more than ten people who were also holding steel pipes. It was obvious that they were here to cause trouble, and their weapons were well-prepared!
The tall and thin red-haired man walked arrogantly to Jiang Cheng with the steel pipe in his hand. He had a cigar in his mouth, and it was thin and tasteless. One look and anyone could tell that it wasn't a high-end product.
The red-haired man raised the steel pipe and pointed it at Jiang Cheng. The steel pipe was less than ten centimeters away from Jiang Cheng's chin. He bit the cigar and said with a grimace, "Hey! Who are you? How dare you cause trouble for us, the Flying Dragon Group! "
Jiang Cheng looked at him indifferently and didn't say anything. He turned his gaze and looked at the more than ten people behind the red-haired man.
When the red-haired man saw that Jiang Cheng treated his words as nonsense, he was instantly enraged. He signaled to the people behind him to beat up Jiang Cheng and his gang. After all, although some of Jiang Cheng's men had tables and chairs in their hands, compared to the "regular army" who were holding steel pipes, their fighting strength was much weaker! This kind of thing was obvious at a glance.
The underlings behind the red-haired man immediately came up and waved their steel pipes eagerly.
With these people to rely on, the red-haired man became even more arrogant. He pouted his lips like a chicken's buttocks and moved closer to Jiang Cheng. He said arrogantly, "You beat up our boss. Send him to the hospital immediately and compensate a few hundred thousand. When our boss, Madsen, wakes up, we'll decide whether or not to forgive you. Do you hear me?" As he said that, he patted Jiang Cheng's face arrogantly.
Jiang Cheng didn't dodge. He frowned and looked at the red-haired man who was so close to him with disgust. He raised a hand and pushed the red-haired man's chest. "Stay away from me!"
The red-haired man felt a huge force on his chest after being pushed by Jiang Cheng. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, almost knocking into the people behind him. He became even more furious. He grabbed the steel pipe and smashed it at Jiang Cheng's head!
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