Zhao Fanchen didn't speak, and kept listening to Mr. Xiong speaking slowly in a reminiscing tone. However, people like Mr. Xiong have never been sad about spring and autumn. After talking for a while, Mr. Xiong

He withdrew that reminiscence look in his eyes. People like him have experienced great life and death, and are used to the so-called storms and waves, so it is difficult for him to be moved by anything.

After taking a sip of red wine, lighting up the cigar and taking a sip, Mr. Xiong's eyes became extremely deep again. He looked at Zhao Fanchen and said, "How is it?"

To be honest, Zhao Fanchen didn't know whether Mr. Xiong was asking about today's transaction or Mr. Xiong's skills in the ring just now. He couldn't comment on Mr. Xiong, but regarding today's transaction, Zhao Fanchen must talk to Xiong.

What I said: "Master Xiong, our transaction was discovered by the police today. There are police officers among us, and three Burmese people died during the transaction?"

"Hmph! How could an old fox like Will be so trusting of us? He is an old fox who has been in Chinatown for many years. He is the only one who can maintain the recognition here, even though everyone knows that he is a bastard and he has many spies.

The only reason why I haven't uncovered these informants is because there are some informants. Will, that old fox, can completely rest assured. Xiaofan, I will hold a meeting tomorrow, but I want you to kill this person at the meeting.

, this man is very skilled and is a leader in our organization, but he seems to have been very close to the Burmese, Vietnamese, and people from the Nok family recently. He may think that I am too old and confused because of my high status.

Well, it's time to kill the chicken and show it to the monkey, otherwise they will really think that I am old." Mr. Xiong turned over a photo on the table.

The photo showed a bald man with a sinister look on his face, a gold chain hanging around his neck, and a skull tattooed on his chest. After reading it, Zhao Fanchen burned the photo.

Master Xiong asked him to kill the bald man in the ring tomorrow in public. He had no choice for Zhao Fanchen now. Master Xiong stood up with a gentle smile and patted Zhao Fanchen on the shoulder hard. Maybe he had been boxing for a long time.

Because of this, his legs and feet are a little weak.

Since coming to Chinatown in the United States, Zhao Fanchen has known that Xiong Ye has trained him as a gold-medal thug. Although he is now his own man, he is still just a thug. Xiong Ye did not mention today's transaction again, because of this

The transaction was nothing more than a small one, and Xiongye would never interfere at all. Normally, Haizi was responsible for these matters before, but now Zhao Fanchen is responsible for it.

Taking off his shirt, Zhao Fanchen jumped onto the ring to spar with the strong man who was sparring for Mr. Xiong just now. It was very uncomfortable for this guy to practice boxing with Mr. Xiong. He couldn't hit too lightly or too hard, so he

He had been holding back a lot of anger for a long time, but Zhao Fanchen seemed to be very angry as well. He had seen Zhao Fanchen two months ago with such explosive power that he could almost cripple Haizi with one punch without having to warm up, so he wanted to fight with Zhao Fanchen.

Give it a try in mortal combat.

That guy came up with a full set of heavy-handed attacks. Zhao Fanchen's bare hands revealed his dark and lean body. Each punch he swung was full of force. With a bang, Zhao Fanchen forced the strong man back with one punch and a side spin kick.

Coming with a strong wind, the man raised his arms to protect his chest. With a bang, the two people collided with each other. The man was directly thrown away by the strong force on Zhao Fanchen's legs.

On the cable rope of the boxing ring, but before he could recover, Zhao Fanchen had already stepped forward. Then for the first time in his life, this guy felt what it means to have fists that were as dense as raindrops. Those fists burst out at a short distance.

The fists that came with great force were extremely violent. In the end, the guy couldn't bear the beating anymore, and he begged for mercy: "No more fighting, please stop now??"

However, Zhao Fanchen had no intention of stopping and kicked him away with a punch, then picked up the shirt on the cable, turned around and left.

"Holy shit! It hurts me to death. Are you crazy? Ouch! My bones were almost shattered by him?" This guy was beaten into a pig's head by Zhao Fanchen. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and a pair of

Lao Gao's fists were red and swollen. He had never been swollen before when he was hitting sandbags and practicing wooden dummies. But now they were extremely red and swollen. When he hit Zhao Fanchen, it felt like he had been hit.

The stone is as raw as the pain.

After leaving the underground boxing ring room, Zhao Fanchen took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, greeted several hot-faced car wash boys in the factory, and walked towards the canteen. After a busy day, he had eaten.

Haven't eaten it yet.

The senior chef in the cafeteria opened a small stove for Zhao Fanchen and cooked three dishes, as well as two bottles of Erguotou. It is not easy to drink Erguotou here! A bowl of braised pork, a tomato egg, and a cold beef,

After sweeping away the food on the table, Zhao Fanchen returned to the small room and saw a lot of money, wine, meat, and food on the table. The guys who followed Zhao Fanchen to trade today were sitting in front of the table and were busy.

Bragging! As soon as they saw Zhao Fanchen come in, they all stood up and shouted: "Brother Xiao Fan, the royal descendant of the God of War!"

Robin said that the money was sent by Mr. Xiong. These guys were very excited. This was the first time they went out to work. They used to receive a salary from the foreman of the factory every month, but they were far from going out to work.

Things make more money.

Zhao Fanchen smiled and asked Robin to distribute the money on the table to everyone who was trading on the dock today. He didn't ask for a penny himself, because it was useless for him to ask for money here.

I drank with these strong young men until after one o'clock and then dispersed. It had been a hard day today, and after one trip, Zhao Fanchen fell into a deep sleep. Very early in the morning, Master Xiong sent someone to call Zhao Fanchen.

Go to the big cafeteria to eat.

Mr. Xiong rarely comes to the cafeteria to eat. He only comes once in a while. He and Robin came to the cafeteria. It was a big cafeteria like a state-owned enterprise in the 1990s. Many people lined up, holding foreign dishes in their hands.

The porcelain jar is ready for cooking.

As soon as they came in, Mr. Xiong stretched out his hand to invite Zhao Fanchen to sit at their table. Except for Zhao Fanchen, a young man, the others at this table were all old guys in their fifties.

At the dining table, these people hardly spoke while eating, and they all devoured their food as if they were fighting to eliminate the enemy. Soon, the rice and vegetables on the table were completely wiped out.

"Xiao Fan is a good young man. He can fight hard and will be a good seedling in the future. We old guys have someone to take over. You are one of our own now, and you don't have to be taboo to say certain things. Think of us back then.

How majestic and glorious it is, but people always have to change with the times. If they fail to keep up with the changes of the times, they will eventually fall behind. Our organization should inject some energetic young people to entrust them with important responsibilities. People of the previous generation

We are all old and can no longer fight. We need enough fresh blood to maintain the longevity of our organization. This is the hard work of a generation! I don’t want to see this once glorious organization when I close my eyes.

Ruined in our hands, that exciting era in those days is really reminiscing! Mr. Xiong, I don’t want to see the Jiangshang that our previous generation worked so hard come to an end in such a gloomy way.” The person who said this said there was a line on the bridge of his nose.

An old man with scars. Zhao Fanchen knew this man was a big man, and everyone called him Uncle Quan.

At this time, the atmosphere on the table was obviously tense. When Uncle Quan said these words, his expression was obviously a little excited, and he kept looking at Mr. Xiong, while Mr. Xiong stopped eating and slowly raised his head.

At first, he glanced at Uncle Quan and said: "Sixth, please don't interfere in the gang's affairs. I will handle it. We need young people like Xiaofan, but they are still a little too immature and need to be tempered."

In this organization in Chinatown, no one dares to oppose Xiong Ye's decision. Even these old people who worked hard with him through life and death are not willing to bring up some sensitive topics easily, because everyone knows that Xiong Ye is a man who has no desire for power.

His control skills are extremely strong and he does not allow others to make irresponsible remarks. Uncle Quan smiled miserably, and then said to himself: "Look at how many of our brothers from back then are left now. They are dead.

, I am disabled, we are the only ones who can move. I know that you are in charge of the organization now. It is not easy for us old men to survive to this day, so you should let the young people do some things!

you??"

Uncle Quan was about to open his mouth to say something. An old man next to him saw that Mr. Xiong's eyes had narrowed, so he gently touched Uncle Quan's arm, stood up slowly, and changed the subject: "Old man

Six, didn’t we make an appointment to go fishing today? The weather is nice today, haven’t you already finished your meal? Let’s go out and do some activities??” He said this, and then several old men present

They all stood up slowly one after another and left slowly with Uncle Quan and others.

At this time, it was hard for Zhao Fanchen to interrupt, so he just looked at the old people who had bent their waists a little and had worked hard all their lives and slowly left the canteen. Mr. Xiong's face didn't change much, he just looked at it lightly.

After taking a look at the leaving old men, he stood up, pressed Zhao Fanchen's shoulder and said with a smile: "Xiaofan, let's go, I'm counting on you today. If you don't do anything for a long time, some people will always forget."

It’s time for them to remember something important.”

He followed Mr. Xiong to the boxing ring in the basement. There was a large table here, and several people were already sitting there. Among them was a bald man. When Mr. Xiong and Zhao Fanchen came in, he gave a strange laugh and said with a smile.
Chapter completed!