On the first floor of the hotel, all kinds of celebrities looked at Ximen Chao blankly. It was like a mouse who saw a cat and suddenly felt numb.%&*"; they were all frightened and were scared to death. This is Ximen Chao, not a gangster. Why did they come here today? Could it be that I am here?

As soon as the idea came out, many celebrities said goodbye to Takemoto Ichiro one by one. Damn, let’s go to Ximen Chao’s territory and spend money to enjoy it, but you have to save your life to enjoy it. No matter how much money you have, you have to have the life to spend it.

As these celebrities left one after another, the first floor of the hotel suddenly became much quieter.

"Wu Ben, what's wrong? Why are you leaving?" Ximen Chao looked at these celebrities who left kindly. Damn, is that scary? I thought I was also handsome and handsome back then.

Takemoto Ichiro secretly gritted his teeth and said, "You are a slutty god." When you come, my passenger flow will drop suddenly. You are so sad. Sooner or later, I will swallow your property."

Takemoto Ichiro cursed secretly, but there was a smile on his face, "Brother Ximen, don't it all look at you? Your name is elephant fart, it's so loud, hahaha, brother, let's have two drinks today, where are you here, bring me my treasured old wine, and then stir-fry a few good dishes for me."

Then, Takemoto Ichiro smiled, walked in front of Ximen Chao, and headed straight upstairs.

The two of them were speechless all the way and came to the top floor of Hongyuan Hotel. Outside a closed door, two vicious bodyguards stood. When they saw Takemoto Ichiro, they immediately bowed their heads, "Thank you for your hard work, lord."

"It's not hard, you're suffering, hahaha." Takemoto Ichiro stood up and looked at Ximen Chao with his chest raised, how about it, my subordinates are okay, Cao, although I am also a gangster, we are also civilized.

"Do you know who this distinguished guest?" Takemoto Ichiro looked at the two bodyguards and quietly shook his eyes. When they saw it, they immediately shook their heads.

"This is the leader of our Beijing North, Big Brother Ximen Chao, you don't even know each other?" Ichiro Wumoto was happy. Damn, it was his own subordinates who started the matter. Then he asked sternly: "You two have been living in the world for so long, what are you doing? Mom, that's it."

"Report to Master, we only know Master, you, and the others have nothing to do with us."

As soon as the two said something, Takemoto Ichiro looked back at Ximen Chao and said embarrassedly: "Brother Ximen, don't be surprised. My brother is full of small fish and shrimps. I have never seen the world. Don't take it to your heart."

Pretend, my mother, you can really pretend, Takemoto Ichiro, are you using your territory to scare me? Do you want to give me a warning? I have a lot of grass, as long as you don't leave my sight, today, my Qinglong Gang will expand its power, and then I can see if you can still pretend like this.i^

"What Brother Wu Ben said is wrong. Compared with Brother's subordinates, they are a big witch, with a pile of mud." Ximen Chao looked around and said, "Why, just stand like this?"

When Takemoto Ichiro heard this, he gave a look at the two bodyguards. The two of them opened the door immediately. Then Takemoto Ichiro walked in earlier, and Ximen Chao followed him.

Where you see, this is a spacious conference room. Inside, there are a long table on both sides and many chairs are arranged in an orderly manner. At the front of the table, on a natural jade chair, the tiger-skin cushion is particularly eye-catching.

Around the surroundings, there are all kinds of antiques and famous paintings. The most eye-catching picture of a tiger descending the mountain, and the ink mark seems to have not yet dried out.

Ximen Chao glanced at the room and did not take these things seriously. However, after seeing the ink painting of the tiger descending the mountain, he was shocked. The painting was obviously just a short time ago. Although it was just a simple ink, the meaning of the painting was very obvious. If you guessed correctly, it should be Takemoto Ichiro's masterpiece. Compare yourself as a tiger? Takemoto Ichiro, one day you will know what a real tiger is.

"Yeah, Wuben, who did this painting? The meaning in the painting is very meaningful."

"Brother Ximen, I will evaporate my pen and ink when I have nothing to do. We are all pursuing peace and civilized people. So, just draw a painting or something and express your hobbies. Brother Ximen, don't laugh at me."

"The painting is good, it tastes a bit. Brother Wu Ben, I didn't see that you have this trick."

"Where are, brother, don't praise me, I'm thin-skinned."

The two of them walked inside while talking and came to the front of the table. Ximen Chao suddenly sat on the chair.

"Not mentioning, your tiger skin mat seems to be warm in winter and cool in summer, not bad." Ximen Chao touched the tiger hair on the tiger skin mat with one hand, and tapped gently on the table with the other hand, his eyes shining brightly, looking at Takemoto Ichiro in front of him.

Mom, do you think this is your home, this is my home, and you, a guest, actually sat in my seat. Ximen Chao, you are becoming more and more pretending to be more and more.

Takemoto Ichiro reached out and pulled over a chair, sat down beside Ximen Chao, crossed his legs, and did not speak, and closed his eyes to rest.

In the silence, in the room, except for the sound of the two of them beating, the sound of Ximen Chao's fingers knocking.

The two of them have their own ulterior motives. Ximen Chao's purpose is to support Ichiro Wahmaki. In this way, the brothers of the Qinglong Gang will start a massacre. Because without Ichiro Wahmaki's instructions, the people from the Black Tiger Sect dare not stop the Qinglong Gang's actions.

Takemoto Ichiro didn't know Ximen Chao's ghost thoughts, and kept asking in his mind, why did this Ximen Chao come here for? Is there any purpose?

The silence of the two did not affect the fighting outside.

At this time, the five halls under the Qinglong Gang had sent some elites, the head of the Qinglong Hall, and thousands of people gathered together. In the hall, the people rolled at the tip of the muzzle and knife sat down in a regular manner, and everyone looked at each other with bloodthirsty smiles.

"Damn it, I haven't cut people for a long time, I'm going to be rusted."

"Grass, I'm the same. Mom will compete. Don't snatch people from scratch later."

"Brother, why don't we compare and see who cut more tonight"

"Damn, what are we doing? Drink, dance, chop people up and chop people up for nothing. For so long, I haven't chop people up. Mom has made a comparison. I don't know how many dogs we cut, mom is a slap, I'm addicted to chop people up."

In the hall, countless people kept talking, each of them was very excited.

In front of these people, three chairs were placed, and three people sat upright.

Three people, two men and one woman, the man on the left was wearing a black suit, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his left hand kept playing with a ring on the middle finger of his right hand. This person was the owner of the Black Moon Hall, the Black Dragon.

The person sitting next to the black dragon was a woman wearing a red cheongsam, a red hat, a willow-leaf brow, and a small and charming peach blossom eyes. A little lipstick was applied on the sexy lips, which made people look at it and burn their lust. This person is the master of the Hongtang, and the night fragrance is fragrant.

The remaining one was wearing a white suit, flowing long hair, handsome face, and white gloves on both hands. At this moment, a pair of poker was being fooled by this person, and it was elusive and sometimes there were no. This person was the master of Lan Qiantang, Qianfei!

Behind the three of them was a huge platform. In the middle of the platform, Guan Erye’s statue was majestic in the center. In front of the statue, there was a scent of incense with cigarettes. At this moment, few thick incense burned.

A little bit, the black dragon suddenly looked up and looked at everyone, and suddenly there was no sound.

Then, Ye Laixiang smiled and looked at Qianfei beside him.

Swish, Qianfei swung his left hand, and the poker in his hand disappeared in an instant. Then, he patted the suit on his body, looked at everyone, and slowly stood up.

"Brothers, the young leader of our Qinglong Gang was secretly injured. I believe everyone knows that. Today, Erye conveyed the gang leader's meaning and asked us to inspect major entertainment venues in northern Beijing and clean up the annoying small sects. Brothers, are you looking forward to it?"

"Looking forward, Master Qian, when will we set off?"

Everyone was thundering and thundering, looking at Qianfei excitedly.

Qian Fei smiled, looked at Ye Laixiang, and said, "I'm done, it's your turn."

"Hihehe, Master Qian is becoming more and more charming." Ye Laixiang chuckled and said, "I won't say anything. Brothers all know what to do and what not to do. Brothers are more disciplined in the territory of the Heihu Sect. Without the above instructions, we should adjust the points. Do you know?"

"I know that we will definitely maintain harmony and will not clean up the areas under the jurisdiction of Heihumen. We will be convinced by virtue and inspect the territory of Heihumen in a low-key manner!"

Ye Laixiang nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at the Black Dragon. The Black Dragon suddenly stood up, took out two pistols from his arms, and said slightly: "I just want to say three sentences, including the current sentence and the previous sentence. Whoever kills more people is the real man!"

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