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"Your mother is so stinky, your old beans are rotten in spring and shit!"

Dakoujiu deserves to have the word "Dakou" in the name, it really smells bad when I scold it!

The scolding on the spot made me feel that Dong was feverish and was about to attack.

"Dakou Jiu, I know that I am in Biandu. This is Fushun Building! It is the place where I am talking about things. I have the final say on the rules here! Don't spit your mouth full of dung!"

As soon as the voice fell, the horses on both sides immediately surrounded them, and suddenly they drew their swords and scolded each other in the air.

Dakoujiu's outspokenness is just one aspect, while yelling at it, he also expresses the resentment in his heart that has been secretly targeted and suppressed by Dong Mingli over the years.

"Last month, you and a few bosses were fighting fake punches in the fourth ring. Wouldn't I know if I was guilty of nine o'clock?"

"Is this going to come? Lost your mother! Do you mean everyone is an idiot?!"

His mouth was overbearing, and all kinds of unbearable bad words were spit out at an extremely fast speed, with the genitals as the center and the ancestors of the eighteenth generation as the radius, and the saliva flew wildly.

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Every sentence is challenging the bottom line of Ma Zhidong.

Ma Zhidong heard his eyes bursting with blood on the spot!

In the next second, only a "bang" shot was heard.

Ma Zhidong directly took out a 38-point revolver and fired it in the sky. The black hole pointed at Dakoujiu and shouted:

"Pick that star! Big mouth nine, you say another word, believe it or not, I will just shoot you to see King Yama!"

After this shot was fired, there was a commotion on the second floor of the entire Fushun Building.

Except for a few tyrannical bosses who were calm and prepared to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, the other spectators were shocked, and subconsciously stepped back and showed a look of stunned expression.

Not to mention Mr. Huo once set iron rules, no firearms can be seen in the boxing ring of the walled city.

In case Ma Zhidong and Dakou Jiu are really working in this fourth ring, both of them are in the dozens or 20s, it is inevitable that they will get rid of their guns, and the audience will be able to watch a boxing match. , Losing money is a small matter, but losing your life can lead to a big loss.

Many people see that the situation is not right, and turn their heads to walk outside.

Standing on the edge of the ring, Chen Feng calmly watched what happened before him like an outsider.

His mind moved secretly, and the field of mind reading was covered in the huge room.

Countless noisy voices popped into my mind.

Ma Zhidong seemed to be really angry.

But Dakou Jiu's anger just now that he burned the jade and stone without leaving behind was not simply because his fighter Chen Feng was fighting injustice.

He is deliberately irritating the gangsters!

Under the observation of the "Eye of Insight", Chen Feng also noticed that Dakou Jiu's lingering light from time to time was hovering in the direction of the gate, as if waiting for someone to appear.

"Come on! If you are bold enough, shoot!" Dakoujiu said with a weird smile on his face, gritted his teeth and provoked loudly.

Ma Zhidong's finger was firmly on the trigger of the pistol, and he glared at Dakou Jiu, his entire face rose to purple due to extreme anger, and his chest undulated violently.

The aura of the two rivals, the huge room suddenly smells of gunpowder, and a battle is on the horizon!

At this moment, a voice full of air and mellowness came from outside the gate.

"What day will it be so lively today?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone on and off the ring stopped and turned their heads to look out of the hall.

I saw a sudden influx of twenty or thirty people outside the hall, all wearing black suits, looking bad, and everyone had a pistol pinned to their waist.

As the speaker stepped into the arena, the crowds on both sides immediately retreated like a tide.

When Ma Zhidong and Dakoujiu saw the face of the incoming person clearly, they were all startled, froze in place, and immediately showed a surprised expression.

"Godfather!"

"God father, why are you here?"

A middle-aged man with a head of about one and seventy-five meters tall and lean, wearing a black long gown, and with his hands and feet in the style of a Great Master, walked in slowly with his hands behind him.

This person has gray hair, eyes like tigers, gods like steel knives, and strong spirits.

There is an unspeakable charm between the eyebrows, and the spirit of the whole person is no different from that of a young man in his early twenties.

With just a glance, Chen Feng knew that this was what those older generations of warriors said "to nurture qi with fists, and refine gods with qi".

The visitor is not someone else, but the foster father of Ma Zhidong and Dakou Jiu!

Member of the Kowloon Walled City Committee, one of the five big bosses of the Walled City, the owner of the Jingwu Martial Arts Hall of the Walled City, the founder and the actual controller behind the 9th Ring of the Walled City, the vice chairman of the Hong Kong City Chinese Martial Arts Association, taking care of The real big hose for all the stalls in the walled city to start their meals-"Mr. Huo" Huo Lianqing!

As Mr. Huo suddenly appeared on the fourth ring, the court was silent for a moment.

Dakou Jiu just had an arrogant posture with teeth and claws, but this meeting turned around and stood respectfully.

Ma Zhidong quickly put away the big black star, his palm trembling slightly.

Seeing Mr. Huo's arrival, the Rivers and Lakes elders in the city also hurriedly stood up and smiled.

Mr. Huo, who has passed away, leaned back in his seat and said grinningly:

"The world has changed. If you don't punch in the boxing ring, you will use short dogs to stand up the scene. It seems that I am an old man To put in one’s eyes!"

As soon as the voice fell, his brows suddenly frowned, his face was cold, and he was not angry or pretentious.

"I said no, firearms are not allowed in the ring! Violators are severely punished!"

Mi Zhi Dong felt cold and sweated immediately after hearing the words, his whole body was frozen in place, his body stiffened.

"Godfather, it's... it's Old Jiu who came to me and hit the field, calculate me first!" Ma Zhidong said tremblingly.

Mr. Huo's eyes narrowed.

"Smashing the field? Wouldn't I see the smashing field?"

Ma Zhidong lowered his head and dared not make a sound.

"I ask you, did you hit the scene!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ma Zhidong knelt down with a plop.

"Godfather!"

Mr. Huo didn't even look at the Kneeling Kneeling in front of him, and waved his hand.

A dozen men in black with short dogs immediately walked up behind him and began to drive people.

The whole process was quite civilized, without any excessive body movements, and almost everyone was invited out from the second floor of Fushun Building one by one.

"Sorry, people who have nothing to do with the trouble are leaving now, thank you for your cooperation!"

"Sorry, Mr. Huo would like to please!"

As the crowd in the large room on the second floor of Fushun Building gradually dissipated, Ma Zhidong's face became more and more ugly, and the state of the whole person was also trembling with his hands at first, but at this time, his entire shoulders began to tremble, and his whole body was in cold sweat. .

Only less than ten minutes have passed, and there are only a few dozen people left under the fourth ring. They are all people who point to the east and the big mouth. There are also people who watch the excitement inside and outside the city. The head of the word.

Mr. Huo sat on the chair, tapping the armrest lightly with his right finger, his eyes turned to Dakoujiu.

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