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Volume 1 Chapter 118 The Eight Tigers of the South

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    Chapter 118 The Eight Tigers of the South

    "Ah¡ª¡ª!" A scream sounded, and the man knelt on the ground in pain, his face turning from white to purple, and then from purple to black.  Having his hands broken was too painful for a playboy like him.

    "Remember to stop pretending next time!" Murong Qingyu glanced at the man with disdain, turned around slowly, walked up to the big man, smiled and said: "How are you, Lao Zeng, are you okay?"

    "It's not bad!" Lao Zeng took two deep breaths and said excitedly: "I haven't hit anyone in twenty years, and today I knocked down four of them at once. It feels so damn good!"

    "Haha, there will be more opportunities to have fun in the future." Murong Qingyu murmured softly, turned around and walked to the man again: "Master Cheng, right?"

    "Youwhat do you want to do?" Dragging his crippled hands, the man suddenly took two steps back.

    "Haha, what don't I want to do?" Looking at the frightened man, Murong Qingyu said lightly: "I just want to know, who is the best in Xin'anjiang?"

    "II don't know!" The man took a few steps back again, his body already touching the wall.  From his eyes, Murong Qingyu noticed that it was not that he didn't know, but that he didn't dare to speak.  So, she no longer talked nonsense with him, but turned around, slowly scanned the whole place, and said proudly: "Who is the best in Xinanjiang? Do any of you know?"

    There was a moment of silence in the audience, and a man dressed as a gangster moved his body, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.  However, his expression obviously did not escape Murong Qingyu's eyes.

    "You!" Pointing at the gangster's head, Murong Qingyu walked over with a smile.

    "Me?" The gangster pointed at himself in disbelief: "Why me?"

    "Tell me, who is the best in Xin'anjiang?"

    "ah?"

    "Ah, what, tell me quickly, or I'll kill you!"

    "This" the gangster smiled bitterly: "Brother, don't force me, if you say it here, I will definitely die!"

    "Haha, but if you don't tell me, you will still die!" Murong Qingyu said lightly.  As he spoke, he clenched his fists tightly in a fighting posture.

    "Then I can't say that, although I can only be regarded as a small role in the gang, but when I go out to hang out, I have to be loyal. The boss has been kind to me, so I will not betray our boss no matter what! More  What's more, if you go to our boss at this time, our boss will definitely be unprepared and will definitely suffer!"

    "Haha, interesting." Murong Qingyu nodded appreciatively at the tough attitude of the gangster in front of him, and then said with a smile: "Since you don't agree, then let's do this, and I won't embarrass you. I won't go  Go to your boss, but I want you to go and talk to your boss, just say that our brother Zeng wants to meet him. Ask him to come to the 'True Color Bar' to find us. I think there should be no problem with this, right?"

    Hearing this, the gangster was obviously stunned: "You mean, you want to fight with our Tiger Gang?"

    "Well, you can understand that."

    "Then how many of you are there?"

    "You don't need to worry about how many people I have, and I won't tell you how many people we have."

    "Okay! Just wait, I'll call now!" As he spoke, the gangster picked up the phone in his hand and dialed a number.  After a moment, he said respectfully into the phone: "Boss, I am a pheasant. If someone makes troublewell, yes, they said that only if you come forward will it be possible."

    After saying that, the gangster hung up the phone and said to Murong Qingyu: "Okay, I've made the call. Our boss will arrive in five minutes. As for how many people will come, that's not something I can decide.  ."

    Murong Qingyu smiled and was not moved by his words. Instead, he walked to a table that was still intact and sat down with a smile. He picked up a bottle of Xinanjiang 7017 beer and blew the bottle to drink.  , while drinking, he said to Lao Zeng, who was still in a fighting posture not far away: "Uncle Zeng, what are you still standing there for? Didn't you say that your Xin'anjiang beer tastes good? Come, drink two glasses with me.  "

    "Huh? What?" Hearing Murong Qingyu suddenly call him, Lao Zeng came back from his thoughts, walked over slowly, opened a bottle of beer with lingering fear, filled it, and took a sip.

    "What, Uncle Zeng, are you worried?" Seeing Old Zeng's troubled look, Murong Qingyu couldn't help but feel a little funny.  Of course he knew what Lao Zeng was thinking.

    "Qingyu" After taking a sip of wine, Lao Zeng smiled bitterly and said with a solemn expression: "What kind of medicine are you selling in the gourd? I don't even know what you are thinking in your head.'The "Tiger Gang" is one of the largest gangs in the city, with nearly a thousand members under its banner.  The people who led these thousands of people were the eight top experts known as the 'Eight Tigers of the South'.  They each have their own characteristics, and they are all ruthless But just now, you actually took the initiative to cause trouble for them, and even reported my name" After the words, Lao Zeng really couldn't go on. When he thought of '  He felt frightened by the terror of the Eight Tigers of the South.

    "Then let's run away now?" Murong Qingyu suddenly said after listening to Lao Zeng's words.

    "This" Lao Zeng smiled bitterly: "How can we escape now? With so many people watching, wouldn't it be shameful to escape now? Qingyu, to tell you the truth, I just have such a bad temper and will not accept weakness.  . Since you have stayed now, it would be unreasonable to escape again, right?" As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at the door. Seeing that no one was there, he continued: "How about this, Qingyu, let's discuss a countermeasure.  how?"

    "Countermeasures?" He smiled slightly and looked at him with interest.

    "Well, how about we take advantage of the small space here and block the door later?" Old Zeng said seriously: "In this way, no matter how many people come, they will not be able to get in. We will kill them step by step and wait for the police to come.  !At that time we will"

    "No need!" Before Lao Zeng could finish speaking, a hearty voice came.
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