After about five minutes, two vans stopped in front of the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall. These were the injured members of Zhao Hu, Johansson, and the three teams from Blackbat Hall.
Before this, the brothers from the Lung Hing Society who had received the message were already prepared. Twenty to thirty people stood at the door, holding stretchers in their hands. Now that the vans had stopped, they immediately rushed up, opened the doors, and carried the injured out of the vans one by one, hurriedly sending them to the second floor of the Jeet Kune Dojo.
Jiang Cheng stood in front of the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall, watching the injured being carried out one after another. He felt a little sad, but he immediately covered it up with hatred. How could there not be sacrifices in order to conquer a territory in the Western world?
A total of fifteen members were more seriously injured, and they were carried out of the vans on stretchers. The others with lighter injuries got out of the vans on their own. Looking at the busy scene of rescuing the patients upstairs, the members with lighter injuries all expressed that their injuries were not serious, and that they should first rescue the members whose lives were in danger.
After some treatment, many of the brothers who were on the verge of death were finally pulled back, but they had not passed the critical period, so they were prepared to send a few of the more dangerous ones to Huaxing Hospital.
Everyone hurriedly carried the few seriously injured patients downstairs on stretchers, and moved them to the minibus at the entrance of the Jeet Kune Dojo. There were three injured people in each vehicle, and a few brothers from the Lung Hing Society accompanied them. Moreover, there was also a doctor and nurse accompanying each vehicle.
After everything was ready, two of the minibus carrying the injured people started up, and carried six of the critically injured people into the distance, rushing to Huaxing Hospital at the fastest speed.
After these people left, the brothers with minor injuries who had not been treated went upstairs to receive treatment one by one. Zhao Hai originally wanted to be the last to go, but under Jiang Cheng's urging, he could only walk in front.
After an hour, the sky outside brightened. It was already early morning in France. After a busy day, many of the injured were finally treated, but …
On the second floor of the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall, more than a dozen people were standing by the bed. There were doctors in white coats, Jiang Cheng, Zhuge Liuyun, and a few others. All of them looked solemn.
Jiang Cheng's face was gloomy as he looked at the beds in front of him. Lying on the beds in front of him were the bodies of his four brothers. There were no signs of life.
The entire space on the second floor was filled with sorrow and sadness. Not only Jiang Cheng, but everyone here also felt terrible.
"Cheng Ge, we've done our best, but these brothers are too heavily injured. Unfortunately … we weren't able to save them." A doctor wearing glasses and a white coat next to him looked at Jiang Cheng and said slowly with a deep apologetic face.
Of the four dead brothers, two belonged to Zhao Hai's team, and the other two belonged to Blackbat Hall and Johnson's team.
In addition to the brothers who had died, there were six other patients in critical condition who were sent to Huaxing Hospital for emergency treatment. As for whether they could survive the critical period and survive in one piece, it was still unknown. Everyone could only pray for them in their hearts.
The operation this time could be said to have achieved remarkable results. According to the statistics and investigation, nearly two hundred people were killed and injured. Most of them were injured, and about forty to fifty people actually died. They also wanted to get a few more lucrative territories from Martin's Gang. The casualties were 10: 1, and the harvest was quite good. It should be considered a very exciting battle. However, facing the dead bodies of their brothers, everyone was particularly depressed.
Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, intending to release the depression. Then he turned his head and asked Zhuge Liuyun, who was next to him, calmly, "This operation in the territory of Martin's Gang, you got a lot of money, right? Tell me how much it is."
When the battle was over, the teams returned to Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall one by one. The battle situation and the collected items were all handed over to Zhuge Liuyun, so he knew this the best.
Zhuge Liuyun thought for a moment, then looked at Jiang Cheng with a serious face and said, "The team led by Cheng Ge brought back more than 110,000 euros, Batiste 90,000 euros, Zhao Hai … Zhao Hai brought back more than 460,000 euros. As for the three newly seized cabarets on Rod Street, there is no detailed statistics yet, but it is estimated that the total should be no less than 300,000 euros …
Zhuge Liuyun said slowly. When he said that Zhao Hai brought back more than 460,000 euros, the others couldn't help but look at him in surprise.
Wang Jie, who was next to him, curiously asked Zhao Hai, "Zhao Hai, you're not bad. How did you bring back so much money?"
Zhao Hai's eyes flashed a few times, showing a trace of shame. He shook his head and said, "I rushed into the underground boxing ring. Last night, those people didn't have time to collect their gambling money, so I also robbed it. But this money … this money was exchanged with the lives of our brothers! Can this be considered good? "There was a trace of a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.
The others around him were shocked and no longer said this. Indeed, if it was possible, they would rather not have this money and use it to exchange for the lives of their brothers in Lung Hing Society.
Jiang Cheng nodded his head and looked at the ground with a deep gaze. He was deep in thought.
"Zhuge." Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment and raised his head. He looked at Zhuge Liuyun with a serious face, then stared at the bodies on the bed and said, "From now on, all the Chinese brothers who died in France will be given a pension according to French standards. In addition, bring their bodies back to the motherland and give them a good burial. We can't let them sleep in this foreign land …" At the end of his words, his voice was slightly muffled and choked with sobs.
After a pause, Jiang Cheng said again, "The French members and the brothers of Blackbat Hall will still follow this rule. As for the brothers who were brought out and sacrificed this time, take out some extra cash to compensate them!"
"Yes, Cheng Ge," Zhuge Liuyun nodded solemnly and agreed. He also felt that Jiang Cheng's method was very good.
Jiang Cheng's gaze swept across the faces of the people around him, then he said seriously, "We must ensure that the brothers who died fighting for the Lung Hing Society will not be left with worries and regrets. We must take good care of their parents, children, and lovers. Do you understand?"
The hearts of the people around him were slightly touched, then they all nodded and looked at Jiang Cheng with great admiration.
Only when the brothers had no worries could they work for the gang wholeheartedly. When it came to death, a wonderful ten years might be better than an ordinary life. Everyone would die, and the key was whether their death was worthwhile. For their dreams, for their beliefs, to protect and keep their obsessions, then what was there to be afraid of? Many people were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that their deaths would be worthless.
After thinking for a while, Jiang Cheng said slowly and in a low voice, his voice was filled with sincerity, "I think, regarding the burial of these brothers, we should ask their families and relatives. I'm going to buy two cemeteries and establish a Hall of Righteousness, so that the brothers of the Lung Hing Society can drink and chat merrily when they are alive, and gather together when they are dead. In this way, we won't be lonely."
The people around him had tears in their eyes. This was great! Even if they were to die, the brothers of the Lung Hing Society would advance and retreat together!
…
At noon, the brothers of the Lung Hing Society who had been scouting outside came back. They were a small team sent by Zhuge Liuyun. Not long after Jiang Cheng and the others went out to attack the Martin Gang, they were sent out. From the retreat of the various small teams of the Lung Hing Society to the actions of the Martin Gang that were attacked, they had seen everything clearly. Moreover, they had kept in touch with Zhuge Liuyun through mobile phones.
Not long ago, Zhuge Liuyun had found a new group of people to replace them. After all, as humans, there were always some physiological problems that needed to be solved. Continuously following people was a kind of mental pressure, and it would be terrible if they made a mistake.
After they returned, they gave a detailed account of the results of the sneak attack by each squad, as well as the response of each Ma Dingbang. They were in high spirits as they talked about it. This time, the Ma Dingbang Gang had suffered a huge loss!
Jiang Cheng and the higher-ups of the French branch of the Lung Hing Society sat at a table on the first floor. Sitting with them were the brothers of the Lung Hing Society who had just returned.
"So, before you left, the Martin Gang was still focused on the nightclub, and there were no signs of mobilizing troops to counterattack Rhode Street?" Zhuge Liuyun stared at one of his brothers and said solemnly. He was very concerned about this issue.
The members of the Lung Hing Society nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Zhuge, the other two places are the same as ours. Those black people are very noisy. There are about 200 people gathered in each of the cabarets that were attacked. It seems that they are still in a daze!"
"Haha! This is also in line with the style of these black people. Once they encounter an unexpected situation, they are instantly stunned. "Jing Long curled the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully.
Wang Jie frowned and showed a thoughtful look. Then he looked at the people at the table and said, "I don't think it's that simple. The Martin Gang and the Red Gloves have been fighting for so long. If they don't have this sense of crisis and the ability to respond to unexpected situations, they would have been defeated long ago."
"Is, is there another reason?" Wang Jie's eyes swept the faces of the people around him and asked.
Zhuge Liuyun thought about it and nodded in agreement. "Wang Jie is right. I have the same opinion as him. The Martin Gang must be planning or something big has happened. The calmer it is, the more we can't take it lightly. It smells like a storm is coming."
Jiang Cheng touched his chin and fell into deep thought. After a while, he looked up at the people and asked with some uncertainty, "Do you think this matter has something to do with Tianxia Hui?"
After a pause, Jiang Cheng continued, "With the brains of those black people, it's really not their style to not fight back and not talk back."
Tianxia Hui? The expressions of everyone in the surroundings shook when they heard this name, and their hearts were filled with even more suspicions. If there was really the shadow of the World Association interfering behind the scenes, then where the danger would come from had become even more shrouded in mystery.
Just as everyone was discussing, suddenly, Zhuge Liuyun's cell phone rang.
Zhuge Liuyun took out his cell phone and looked at it in his hand. His eyes suddenly narrowed slightly. He looked up at the people and said, "It's a call from the brother in charge of stalking. It may not be an ordinary matter. I told them that if there is no special situation, they should only send messages and not call, but now …"
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