Chapter 1: It's All the Beauty's Fault
In London, there is the World Hongmen Conference!
But why are there only Luo Jingang and a few people following Luo Daolio? This made Jia Si Miao stunned. Luo Daolio smiled, as if he knew what Jia Si Miao was thinking. How could he dare to neglect such things? People with Bi Qingquan, Zhao Lingwu and others were all in London and had already arranged everything.
Luo Daolio, Jia Simiao and others just went there.
Yes! For the sake of this World Hongmen Conference, Bi Qingquan, Zhao Lingwu and others had already passed away. Otherwise, how could Yuchi Jingxiu kill Zhongli and seriously injured Luo Daolio? Jia Simiao didn't say anything else. Sun Renyao immediately drove and took Shi Yanyan with him, and the group rushed to the airport.
When I arrived at the provincial capital of Jiangnan Province, I took a short rest and flew to Heathrow Airport in London.
After exiting the airport, Thunder whispered repeatedly: "Didn't it mean, London is the fashion capital? Why is there nothing surprising when I look at it? The night view of the wheel is far inferior to that of Hong Kong."
Is this comparable? It is also a city that never sleeps, but it has two different cultural heritages and atmospheres.
Hong Kong is the pearl of the East, and it is dazzling all night. London is more like a melting pot of race, religion and culture, antiques and artistic treasures from various countries, countless exhibitions and performances, allowing you to travel the world without leaving London.
Most of the shops on both sides of the street are closed, and their business hours are 10:00-18:00. However, London nights can be described as "bar culture". Many young people like to go to bars to spend nightlife, and there is even a saying that "if you don't understand bar culture, you don't understand the UK."
Young people in London have nightlife seven days a week, especially Friday and Saturday nights, who often drink happily and revel in the second half of the night, and even wish they could all night long. If a single girl meets a drunk, she should be careful. No matter what kind of city it is, there will be a certain crime rate.
Not to mention anything else, Shi Yanyan, who was wearing a white long dress, just after she came out of the airport, many men looked at her, and couldn't help but be amazed by this clean and fairy-like oriental woman.
There are many kinds of beauty, it must be charming and pure... And girls like Shi Yanyan, who have no pretentiousness and exudes a sacred atmosphere on their bodies, are absolutely unique. Jia Simiao felt very proud of this. No matter how they think about it, she was holding his arm.
Jia Simiao was not in a hurry to contact Smith, Liu Gaochan and others, and asked, "Brother Luo, where are we going?"
Luo Daolio said: "We are now in the western suburbs of London and we have to take a bus to East London, where the Hongmen Conference is held."
Why choose to be in East London instead of the South District, West London, City of London, or port? This makes sense. To put it simply, East London is closer to popularization, while West London is mostly aristocrats.
Since East London is closer to the Thames River, products and raw materials are transported conveniently, and it has suddenly changed from a rural area to an industrial center. With more people, coal burning for heating, factories burning coal, etc. The smoke and dust emitted when it hits fog, and in severe cases it can last for several months. If this is why, London is called the "fog capital".
West London is different. The population density is relatively low, and there are large royal parks. The most important thing is that the upper wind direction is in the west. Those with the smell of coal and thick fog should be left to the working class in the east to breathe. Because they are gentlemen, nobles, and people from the upper class.
The rent and living costs in East London are relatively low. The rich moved out and more poor people flocked in. Some immigrants, such as Irish, Jews, and Bengals, all choose to settle in East London. It can be said that this kind of place is mixed with dragons and snakes, and there are all kinds of people.
It is most suitable to hold the World Hongmen Conference in such a place.
Luo Jingang looked around and frowned and said, "It must be someone who came to pick us up? I'll call and ask."
As soon as he took out his cell phone, he heard someone next to him laughing dirtyly: "Is this girl very serious?"
"Yes, she should be from Asia?"
"The AV movies made by Asian people are very exciting. I don't know how she is in bed."
These dozen people spoke English, one of whom was tall and one of them was a bald black man with long arms and legs. As he spoke, he surrounded Shi Yanyan. The first young man had black hair with small curly hair, a thick gold chain on his neck, and a big gold ring on his fingers. Jia Simiao couldn't help but frown. It turns out that foreigners also have many such nouveau riche.
The curly man came up and pinched Shi Yanyan's face and smiled, "Xiao Niu, how about we go to the bar to have a drink in the evening?"
Is this as simple as drinking? I drink, drink, and go to bed.
Among these people, Wu Ameng doesn't understand English, Jia Simiao, Lei Ting, Shi Yanyan, Luo Daolio, and Luo Jingang are all proficient.
Thunder slapped the man, knocked down the palm of his hand, and cursed: "Damn, who are you? You dare to come to us and complain. Do you believe me or not and beat you up?"
"Beat me? Haha."
The curly-haired man laughed at the black man, "Wutu, did you hear it? He actually said he wanted to hit me. Wow, I'm so scared."
Wutu said in a deep voice: "Mogo, in a few days it will be the day for the World Hongmen Conference. We'd better not have any troubles."
"So what can happen if there are some troubles? Who doesn't know that I, Mogo, Australia, I want to be the leader of the World Hongmen Conference."
"this……"
It turns out that his name is Mogo? Jia Simiao and Wu Ameng, Shi Yanyan doesn't understand, but Luo Daolio couldn't help frowning. Mogo is the boss of the Hongmen in Australia. He is very rich and has a wide network of contacts. It can be said that he is definitely quite capable of competing for the position of president of the World Hongmen Conference. Before, Luo Daolio had heard of it, but this was the first time he met him.
Luo Daolio flashed and blocked Shi Yanyan's face, bowed his hand, and smiled and said, "Australia Mogo is indeed well-known. I am Huaxia Hongmon Luo Daolio."
"You are from Hongmen too?"
This made Mogo stunned.
In fact, every year, people from Hongmen gather in the world—
First, the venue for the party is different every year.
Second, you don’t have to have the sect leader come over, and the sect leader can also send people to the party. It is said that they are here to exchange feelings, so that they can integrate and develop each other, and don’t fight each other. Just like Lebanon and Colombia, the Hongmen in these two places often have fires due to drugs.
In the Andes and Amazon, both are the main sources of drugs. Lebanon, Colombia, Peru, Bolivia and other countries are all over the world. Nowadays, if you want to make money quickly, it is nothing more than porn, gambling, and drugs. And poison? After getting involved, it is difficult and difficult to quit, and it is definitely a huge profit.
Mogo pointed at Luo Daolio and smiled and said, "Is this girl your girlfriend?"
Luo Daolio shook his head and said, "No."
"Will that be fine?"
Mogo laughed and said, "You give her to me, and you can offer a price."
Thunder shouted, "Damn, you're really looking for a beating!"
Before Jia Simiao and Luo Daolio said anything, he had already rushed over and punched Moge's face. Moge smiled, not even trying to move. The Wutu next to him had a long arm, just like a gorilla, and suddenly punched him in the thunder fist.
Peng! The two of them were hitting a point, and the thunder was shocked and took two steps back.
"Ah?" This scene surprised Jia Simiao, Luo Daolio, Wu Ameng and others, especially Jia Simiao, who knew how Thunder Kung Fu was. After all, he was also the number one master in Hong Kong? Why did he suddenly become so naive when he got into someone's hands? It was obvious that the black man was also a master of internal strength.
Lei Ting was a little embarrassed. He was beaten back in front of so many people, right? He took out a dagger from his waist and rushed over to Wutu again. Wutu flashed to the side and hit Lei Ting's face again.
This is looking for death! Lei Ting sneered, and his backhand was cut toward his wrist. At this moment, an incredible scene appeared. Wu Tu's fist was clearly striking forward, but suddenly it seemed to be broken, and it bypassed Thunder's dagger at an incredible angle, rushed up like a snake, hitting Thunder's jaw.
Thunder staggered and spit out blood, almost fell to the ground.
Luo Daolio exclaimed: "Yoga."
Jia Simiao also has some understanding of yoga. Qiao Shiyu practiced this kind of kung fu and had excellent flexibility in her body. Although he did not put Qiao Shiyu's legs on his shoulders and tried it personally, he could also imagine how soft her legs and waist were.
However, Qiao Shiyu's yoga technique is much inferior to the Wutu in front of her. Most of her yoga techniques are used to lose weight and maintain health, while Wutu is the real move to kill people. If Wutu is not using a fist, but holding a sharp blade in her hand, the consequences of thunder are unimaginable.
It was in Jia Simiao's hands that Lei Ting suffered some grievances. No one had hit him over the years. Now, in front of Jia Simiao, Shi Yanyan, Wu Ameng and others, he made people knock back one punch, and then another punch, and he felt his face burning and there was no place to put it.
If Wu Tu is not ruined, how can he come out to make trouble in the future? He wiped his mouth and said fiercely: "Okay, how can you do it?"
Chapter completed!