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"Looking up at the starry sky, I walk alone, the night rain stops, speechless is the calm at this moment ..."

Little Fat Dun snm running songs, holding a few candy in his hand, and walking towards the house, suddenly being knocked over by the people from the alley, and the candy was sprinkled.

He raised his head, pointed at the other party angrily, and said, "You hit me, it hurts me to fall to the ground and can't eat it!"

Zhang Jin took 30 yuan in his hands: "Take it."

Xiao Fatdun's heart was happy, but his mouth was not reluctant: "How is that enough?"

"Thirty yuan is enough for you to buy a pack of sugar, little ghost!"

"How can those candy on the market compared to these in my hands, each one was stolen by myself ... I earned it back!"

"How much do you want?"

"One hundred pieces!" The chubby pier said straight.

Zhang Jin was amused by him. He held the other side's shoulder and turned to point to the alley and said, "Don't be too dark, otherwise you will be the same as them."

Little Fat Pier looked at the scenes in the alley. The non -wide alleys were piled up with human sandbags, and a variety of machetes were scattered everywhere. One four or five meters of bamboo poles were supported on the ground.

Middle -aged man, the bamboo pole faced his chest and abdomen, and fixed him on a wall of more than three meters!

Zhang Jin came out of Longjin Lane, and walked into the two -panel building on the other side of the crowd.

Jiulong City, when he was there, he did not fight like a dog when he was there. I don't know what it looks like now!

In front of the two buildings.

Zhang Jin looked up at the place where he had sent his own home. Except for the stone lion that had not been moved away at the door, he could not see the previous look.

Young women with exposed clothes, old -fashioned nests of thieves, old -fashioned glory, and high -profile looses with flower shirts with trousers leather shoes. There are all kinds of people in the building, but there is no one like a boxer.

"Later, I have seen you standing here for a long time, find someone?"

In the small triangle seams of the stairs and door, there is a watch repair shop. The boss is an old man in his fifties.

"Old man, isn't this building in the Kowloon City ring?" Zhang Jin asked.

The old man took off the old flower mirror, rubbed his eyes, and said, "It's almost ten years, and the Kowloon City ring moved early. At that time, Master Luo immigrated to the United States, and the ring was handed over to the most powerful boxer Mafu. Who knew the rivers and lakes.

The incident has changed a lot, the Longcheng Committee collapsed, and the major communities grabbed the city to save money. Of course, gambling was jealous.

Twenty days in a row, the four major communities spent millions of money from abroad to ask for a strong player. All the hosts were defeated. No one dared to speak out again.

The ring is no longer the previous ring, human dog fighting, Luo female fighting, net earning some good money! "

When Zhang Jin heard these news, he felt somewhat emotion and asked, "Do you do well, why does Master Luo immigrate?"

"Some people say that because Master Luo's son was going to Hollywood in the United States, and some people said that because of the disappearance of Tai Sui, Master Luo knew that he couldn't keep the ring, so he planned to retreat from the rivers and lakes.

I have to escape from Hong Kong to avoid being liquidated by the government. "The boss re -put on the glasses.

What is the ghost of the film emperor Zhang Jin? It sounds more than the nickname of Hoho, 500 million explorers, etc., and those who do n’t know think they are mixed in the art circle!

Zhang Jin's heart was speechless and said, "Old man, ask you, do you know where the dog fights?"

"Fengxing Tower, Xicheng Road."

"Thank you." Zhang Jin put a hundred yuan Hong Kong dollars in front of the elderly, and the other party smiled and did not refuse.

Walking along Longjin Road, the street on the right side is Xicheng Road. You can see Fengxing Tower hundreds of meters forward.

Zhang Jinchao walked at the door of the Chao: "Please ask, how many floors are people and dog fights?"

"The sixth floor, but it will start at night." The old and confused at the door answered impatiently.

Zhang Jin looked at the watch, but now it is only noon, there is still a long time.

"I want to see the big guy of the person in charge, I don’t know if you have any way?"

"My boss is not seen by anyone?" Gu Danger said disdain.

"One thousand yuan, take me to see your boss."

"One thousand yuan, the fight is called Huazi!"

"10,000 yuan." Zhang Jin doubled directly.

"Please be in the boss!" The young and confused was not ambiguous, and immediately left the comics in his hand, and laughed with a smile on the front. "I don’t know what the boss is looking for my boss?"

"Talk about a business."

"It's good to talk about business, my boss likes to talk about business the most!"

The two came to the seventh floor.

"Boss, this boss wants to talk to you about your business!" The young and confused said, "This is my boss, spicy ginger brother!"

Spicy ginger raised his hand and waved his brother, and then pointed at the sofa in front of the desk: "Sit, what business does the boss want to talk to me? Selling a dog or a seller? I am a bullish price.

The goods are paid for money, and you will never owe it, you can rest assured. "

"Nothing, I want to buy someone with you." Zhang Jin said.

"Buyers?" Spicy Jiang smiled, "I still heard that someone wants to come here to buy people, who?"

"This person, I heard that you are in the hands of Ge Jiang Ge Jiang." Zhang Jin took photos of Jin Shixin.

"Oh, he." The spicy ginger nodded, "It's right in my hands."

Zhang Jin put the travel bag in his hand on the desktop, and opened the zipper to expose a stack of stacked banknotes inside: "300,000, it is reasonable to buy a dog feed, right?"

The spicy ginger looked at the money in the bag. For a long time, he shook his head and laughed: "It's not that I don't want to sell it, it really can't be sold. If this person is bought by me, I sell it to you, there is no problem, ok. But this person.

It was sent by a friend on the Tao. After named, it depends on his dog fighting with the most fierce evil dog, and he also gave a reunion. I can't get lost trust, otherwise how can I mix in this Kowloon City? "

"300,000 is not enough, the price is 500,000, how about?"

"I have said that this is not a matter of money and no money, but a problem of face. I have no grievances and my friends, so I can't help but give face."

"The friend on your way is called Dami Brother. I don't think you have to face him in the future. He will not embarrass you. Selling one person in 500,000, don't lose!" Zhang Jin shot a travel bag.

The spicy ginger sat straight from the boss chair, and looked at Zhang Jin seriously and asked, "What did you put Dami?"

"Nothing, I just gave him a choice. If he was hard, he spent the second half of his life in a wheelchair. If he is not hard enough, he can go down with his brother ghost." Zhang Jin wrote lightly.

Spicy ginger suddenly stood up from the seat: "Do you know how big the Dami is dead, how big will the wind and waves on the rivers and lakes? Many leading gangsters are staring at him!"

"I don't know, I don't care." Zhang Jin didn't take it for granted. "There are only two roads in front of you, 500,000 to me, or I go out and tell everyone that you are instructed me to kill me, you

Choose it yourself. "

"Don't you be afraid that I will kill you?" The spicy ginger took out a pistol from the drawer and pointed at him.

"If there are many big guys staring at Dami, then I may have been known when I come in here. If you kill me, you will die without a testimony. How do you think of these big guys?

Explanation, or would I rather kill it wrong? "

The spicy ginger complexion changed uncertainty, and finally spit out: "You are cruel!"