Chapter 889 The Raptor Crosses the River (4)

The degree of economic development and population quality are not necessarily related.

Especially the overly free and open city of Hong Kong City, it has always been subject to various foreign cultural shocks, showing off its personality and advocating violence, and the number of bad teenagers who are lazy and gangsters have become young idols.

A little girl with a colorful head dyed and a nose nailed on her nose smashed the can of half the beer left in her hand at Nie Le.

Chen Liang frowned slightly and took action in time to catch the flying can.

Perhaps the Harbor City used to be a paradise that everyone yearned for, but now compared to the inland, the Harbor City no longer has any advantage, no matter in any aspect.

Judging from the quality of these young people in the Hong Kong city, the gap between the two places may become wider and wider in the future.

"You mainland buns, locusts, garbage, poor and dirty, why do you always love to run to our port city? I will let you remember what happened today and never dare to come again."

The flat-headed man smiled grimly, and was extremely majestic.

On your own territory.

There are so many brothers following you.

There is also a big brother from the Yi'an Association who is guarding him.

The flat muscle man nicknamed Sanguai certainly has crazy capital.

In fact, just like the treasure island next door, these clowns who sit in the sky are still immersed in the glory of the last century and have not realized the development of the times at all.

"Brother, I really didn't mean it."

Nie Le was still calm, not only did he not let the other party restrain himself, but instead encouraged the other party's arrogance.

"Fuck, don't get into trouble, who is the brother of you? Do you know who our Sanguai Brother is? He is the Little Five Tigers and Ten Masters of Yi'an Association! You don't deserve to carry shoes to Sanguai Brother."

Sanguai's follower shouted loudly and showed his efforts in front of his elder brother.

Brother Sanguai's mouth curled up with an unrestrained curve and his chin was raised higher.

Nie Le laughed instead of anger, and was amused by the other person's words and deeds. From childhood to adulthood, no matter where he went, no one had ever spoken to him. Even those playboys who were above the top of the imperial city would be polite to see him?

The ignorant is fearless.

"Laughing at your mother, give money or drink urine, choose quickly, otherwise you will be ruined."

"Which one do you think you'll choose?"

Nie Le turned his head and asked Chen Liang, smiling and savoring.

"Let them drink urine."

Chen Liang responded and looked around the self-righteous little boys around him. The negative news about Hong Kong City couldn't help but appear in his mind, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Mainland children urinate on the roadside and always make headlines of major newspapers and magazines and are criticized. However, when foreign children do this, Hong Kong people collectively reflect on themselves: There are too few public toilets in our country.

When eating on the subway, foreigners will gain the kind and tolerant gaze of Hong Kong City, while mainlanders will be besieged and abused, or even beaten.

Similar situations occur from time to time.

One by one, one by one, it is very strong and heartbreaking about it.

He admires foreign countries and pretends to be a servant.

It is really hard for people to regard them as compatriots from all directions to regard them as compatriots.

"You're looking for death!"

When Sanguai heard Chen Liang's words, he was stunned at first, then furious, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to take action, but at this moment, a convoy of cars that were invisible came from a distance, attracting everyone's attention.

There are Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, extended Hummers, bulletproof Land Rover, and Mercedes-Benz and BMWs, which are shocking and even spectacular.

More than a dozen cars in front were parked outside the stadium, and the rest could not squeeze forward any further, so they could only park along the side of the road leading to the stadium.

Sanguai and his followers, who grew up in civilian areas, had never seen such a situation. They were stunned and looked at each other in a glance, forgot to deal with Chen Liang and Nie Le for the time being.

Chen Liang and Nie Le stood calmly and calmly.

The people in the car got off the car one after another, mostly burly bodyguards wearing black clothes and sunglasses. Some of the bodyguards stayed by the car and some protected their respective masters, pouring into the stadium in a mighty manner.

Sanguai and the followers saw that the crowd with strong aura approached, they didn't care about dealing with Chen Liang and Nie Le. They were so timid that they retreated. The timid were so scared that their faces turned pale and they were trembling, thinking that the other party was coming for him.

"Brother Sanguai, what's going on?"

Some people asked in a terrified manner, their tone was trembling.

"How do I know? Damn it, tell me the truth. Is it because some of you went out to cause trouble under my name?"

Sanguai asked everyone in a panic.

"No, absolutely not!"

These people quickly denied it, their heads shaking like rattles.

The dozens of people surrounded by hundreds of bodyguards are all well-known figures in the Hong Kong City, mixed with the "representatives" of the four major families.

The Sanguai group also recognized who the person was, and became more and more frightened. Several gangsters subconsciously rubbed their eyes, unable to believe that what they saw in front of them was real.

"I had an unaware of Mount Tai before and offended Mr. Chen. Today I came to apologize to Mr. Chen."

That's right, the leader of Yi'an Association was Xiang Qiang. This godfather of the Hong Kong City not only spoke amazingly, but then even knelt in front of Chen Liang in shock.

As soon as he knelt down, the backbone of the Yi'an Association who was accompanying him also knelt down. The scene was vast, comparable to the scene of worshiping the emperor in a palace drama.

Other gangsters in the port city pleaded with mercy.

Tang He stood by and watched, apologizing to Qiang, and dozens of bosses pleaded with him. He planned and promoted the plan and tried to calm down as soon as possible.

If you continue to make trouble, it will be unfavorable to stability.

Xiang Qiang, who has been blessed for life, is kneeling on the ground at this moment, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, which is not a bad taste, but he dare not show any resentment.

Face and dignity are as light as a feather compared to the Xiang family’s century-old foundation.

The more mature the wheat ears, the more you know how to bend.

He Xiang Qiang was not standing at the top from the beginning, and had been exploring in the world for a lifetime, not because he didn't understand the principle of enduring humiliation.

People who are stubborn in this industry and would rather betray than bend will not live long.

The group of Sanguai huddled in a corner of the court, his heart stopped shooting, and he was so scared that he was stunned.

Xiang Qiang, the boss of the Yi'an Association, and the underground emperor of the Hong Kong City, such a fierce person actually kneeled down to the person who was surrounded by them just now?

Sanguai was shocked and sweated all over, his legs became weak, and he wanted to kneel down to Chen Liang.

Nie Le didn't say anything and handed over the dominance to Chen Liang.

This matter is only suitable for handling in secret, not for exposure on the surface.

"Since Mr. Xiang is so sincere, then this matter ends."

Chen Liang's words made many people feel relieved, but with this guy's voice, people became nervous again.

"Mr. Chen has something to say."

"But, there is something to bother Mr. Xiang. These people want to drink urine. You have to satisfy them well. Let them drink full."

Chen Liangyun pointed at Sanguai and others calmly.

Sanguai's breathing paused and he almost urinated.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!