The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 101: Strike first to gain the upper hand

After Chen Zhengwei left Hong Shun Tang, his expression was somewhat uncertain.

Not long after they walked, they saw a teahouse, so he took his people to the teahouse and booked a private room.

"Brother Wei? Are we ready to fight?" Yan Qingyou asked. In his heart, he actually felt that it was a bit too hasty to start the fight now.

They haven't even digested their previous territory.

They currently do not have enough manpower to control four city blocks.

"Quiet!" Chen Zhengwei knocked on the table, asking everyone to be quiet.

Chen Zhengwei took out a cigarette box from his pocket, raised it up, put a cigarette in his mouth, and a thug came over and lit it with a match.

Chen Zhengwei then walked to the window and opened it. He could see the streets of Chinatown, the square in the distance, and the members of the Hong Shun Tang at the entrance of the alley.

Since Hong Shun Tang had been able to run rampant in Chinatown for so many years and had such huge profits from opium every year, Chen Zhengwei had long guessed that there was foreign support behind Hong Shun Tang.

But I didn't expect that the fish was quite big.

Since the other party supports Hong Shuntang, it is very likely that they will take action against me. After all, money makes the world go round.

Using foreigners to attack opponents was a method he was most familiar with. If it were him, he would do the same.

This kind of attack from top to bottom will cause a lot of trouble for yourself.

Chen Zhengwei threw the cigarette butt on the ground, picked up another cigarette, and a fierce light gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Is the congressman so great? Do you dare to come out and support him?"

To strike first is to be strong, but to strike later is to suffer disaster.

Since the other party is likely to cause trouble for him, he might as well get rid of the congressman to avoid trouble in the future.

The only question is how to do it and who to put the blame on.

After all, the death of a congressman is not a trivial matter, so someone has to be found to take the blame, right?

In other words, how can Hong Shuntang be made to take the blame?
Hong Shuntang and the other party must have been cooperating for a long time. It would definitely not be possible to let the gunman kill him on Hong Shuntang's territory.

Once you have your thoughts straightened out, the rest will be easy. Chen Zhengwei's mind turned, and he turned around and asked, "Does Hong Shun Tang have a back door?"

He just noticed that the congressman's shoes were very clean, obviously he came in a carriage, but he didn't see a carriage at the front gate, so it must be the back door.

"It seems there is one. It's in the alley, and the square is just a few steps away!" Aaron thought for a moment and said.

He was familiar with the terrain near the square.

"Go and see if there is a carriage waiting nearby!"

"Xiwen, A'long, Qingyou, take a few people to change their clothes. The less noticeable the better! And find Chen Fengyu for me!" Chen Zhengwei continued to order.

Soon, the news came back: "Brother Wei, there is indeed a foreigner's carriage waiting!"

"Go get some shit and help him wash the car! Remember, wash the inside of the car and the driver as well!" Chen Zhengwei's eyebrows twitched as he spoke, and he felt sick just thinking about it.

……

At this time, inside the entrance of Hongshun Hall, Lao Guidong and his men were kneeling in front of the altar, and were reciting the oath under the guidance of the host:

"The first oath of Hongmen: Your parents are my parents, your brothers and sisters are my brothers and sisters, your wife is my sister-in-law, your nephews are my nephews. If you do not follow this rule and do not consider this relationship, you will be punished by the Five Thunders for breaking the oath..."

In fact, Hongshun Hall and Guangde Hall are both branches of Hongmen. Now Guangde Hall has been merged into Hongshun Hall, and the oath has been recited again.

The serious atmosphere and exotic feeling in the scene made Congressman Davis watch with great interest, but in his mind were more "these dirty, rude, and ignorant Chinese guys!"

Especially when seeing the scene of killing chickens and drinking blood.

At the same time, at the entrance of the alley outside the back door, a carriage was parked there, and the foreign driver on it was yawning in boredom.

Not far away, several members of Hong Shun Tang were leaning against the wall and chatting. From the corner of their eyes, they saw a few young men walking towards them with jars in their arms, but they didn't take it seriously.

However, when those young men came to the side of the carriage, they threw the lid of the jar aside and poured the contents into the carriage and inside the carriage, and a strong and disgusting stench emanated from it.

Both the driver and the members of Hong Shun Tang nearby were stunned, and even the cigarettes in their mouths fell to the ground.

The driver retched on the spot.

Then a young man saw that there was still some yellow soup in the jar in his hand and poured it directly at the driver.

"Ugh!" The driver was splashed all over and almost suffocated.

Several members of Hong Shun Tang came to their senses and were suddenly shocked. This was the carriage of that congressman.

This is a big deal.

"Catch them!" Several Hong Shun Tang thugs chased after them frantically, and then saw several smelly cans flying towards them.

The thugs were furious and started shouting and cursing as they chased after him.

"Don't let them get away!"

However, after chasing them for two blocks, they found that there were many young men in black gentleman suits on the street looking at them, and they were about to surround them. They chased them directly to Yan Qingyou's territory.

"It's those Xinning guys! Let's go! Go back and tell the boss!" The Hong Shuntang thugs glared at their surroundings hatefully, then left quickly.

……

As soon as the ceremony of Guangde Hall merging into Hongshun Hall was completed, a man named Abao walked up to Lord Quan and whispered:

"Master Quan, something happened! The carriage that the foreigners came in was splashed with feces!"

After these words came out, even Master Quan couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his cane hard and started to curse: "What do you guys do for food?"

Congressman Davis' carriage was splashed with feces on his own territory. He was so embarrassed!
It will also make those foreigners doubt their control over Chinatown!
"Those guys splashed shit and ran away, and our people chased them all the way to Xinningzi's territory! They must have done it!" Abao said.

"Is this even a given? You can tell it's them without even having to think about it!" Lord Quan said unhappily.

"Can you clean it?"

"The carriage is full of it. Even if we clean it, the smell won't go away..." Abao was also helpless.

"What happened?" Davis asked, sitting not far away.

Mr. Quan could only tell the truth: "Those people who just left, they poured feces on your car!"

When Congressman Davis heard this, he almost jumped up: "Damn it!"

"Maybe they want to give you some warning." Lord Quan said gloomily.

"Damn bastards! I won't let them go!" Davis said angrily.

When Lord Quan heard the word "bastard", he looked a little unhappy.

But it was quickly suppressed.

Seeing Davis completely enraged, Quan Ye suddenly felt that this was a good thing. Now he didn't need to say anything, the other party would spare no effort to deal with those new Ningzi.

"You can leave in my car later!"

"Also, as an apology, I plan to give you a new carriage."

At noon, Davis had no intention of staying here for lunch. After leaving through the back door, he saw his carriage parked on the side of the road from afar.

He didn't want to get closer, even though the distance was so far, he seemed to smell a faint scent.

This made him curse again in hatred.

"Boss!" His coachman changed into a set of clothes provided by Danshantang, the kind that Chinese people wear, which looked a bit out of place on the coachman.

"Just stand there!" Davis stopped the driver from approaching him.

He turned around and nodded to Lord Quan, then carried the box and got into the carriage that Lord Quan had prepared for him.

The coachman muttered angrily: "Lowly Chinese!" Then he sat in the front of the carriage and started driving!
"Those Xinning guys are in trouble!" Lord Quan said to Abao beside him.

However, what he did not see was that not long after the carriage left Chinatown, two Chinese workers in ordinary clothes on the street ahead suddenly picked up stones and smashed the glass of a roadside shop, attracting the attention of everyone on the street.

Even the driver looked over subconsciously.

However, at this moment a man jumped onto the carriage and pointed a dagger at the driver's waist.

"Stop!" Aaron said viciously.

The sharp tip of the knife almost pierced into the flesh, making the driver feel a chill in his heart and he quickly stopped the carriage.

Just as Davis was about to lean over to ask, the carriage door was opened and Chen Zhengwei got into the carriage with a smile on his face.

"Congressman Davis, what a coincidence, we meet again!"

"You damn bastard..." Davis recognized Chen Zhengwei's clothes, and Chen Zhengwei was too recognizable.

Chen Zhengwei slapped him in the face, cutting off the rest of his words, then pulled out a gun and stabbed it directly into Davis' mouth.

Davis' eyes widened, the back of his head pressed against the car, and he slowly raised his hands.

Chen Zhengwei jokingly thrust the muzzle of the gun in and out of Davis' mouth:
"How is it? It's so thick and long, does it feel good?"

"Can we talk now?"

Davis nodded quickly.

Then the door of the carriage was opened again, and the driver was forced in with a knife at his back. He sat obediently side by side with Davis, followed by Aaron.

Outside, Chen Fengyu sat in the coachman's seat, pulled down the brim of his hat, and drove the carriage out of the city.

Even if someone noticed all this, it was just an ordinary carriage coming out of Chinatown, and it looked like something happened among the Chinese, and no one would care.

No one could have imagined that there was a congressman in the carriage.

(End of this chapter)