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Chapter 143

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    Although the city director is not very familiar with Xiang Wentian, he has a good relationship with his father and usually gives him some face. He turns a blind eye to Xiang Wentian's actions. As long as it is not too excessive, he does not want to  It was too difficult to do, and he usually wouldn't pursue it. However, in this case, he agreed to Xiang Wentian's request out of favour, but explained in advance that he could stabilize the branch police in Xie Wendong's area from dispatching, but only for an hour.  time.  After an hour, he didn't care.  Xiang Wentian knew that this was the greatest favor given by this dignified city director, so he couldn't ask for anything else and thanked him repeatedly.  At the same time, I also give you a valuable gift.

    This time, Xie Wendong knew the information two days in advance and expected that it would be impossible to use the method of calling the police last time. He would not be Xiang Wentian if he made the same mistake twice in a row.  It was even more impossible to rely on Bo Zhanhui's power. The latter was as cunning as an old fox, and it was as difficult as trying to trick him.  "It seems that this time we can only rely on ourselves!" Xie Wendong said with emotion.  He used all the available men below, and everyone was on guard and ready to fight with Xiang Wentian's sword and real gun. He also sincerely tested the strength of Nanhongmen's leader.  Twenty-eighth, late moon.  The late moon is like a hook, hanging diagonally in the sky, and the mercury-like moonlight pours on the earth and on everyone's face.

    The city director only gave Xiang Wentian an hour. It was not long, but not too short. Hundreds of disciples could flatten a tiny Flower Hotel.

    If Xie Wendong is not here.  Both ends of the street were controlled by people from both sides early on, and all vehicles and pedestrians were strictly prohibited from passing by. Fortunately, the location of the Flower Hotel was not in a prosperous area of ??the city, and there were not many pedestrians in the middle of the night.  The streets were quiet, empty, and no one had parked their car. Looking at it, it was deserted. The evening breeze was blowing, the whirlwind was blowing, and the paper scraps were flying, which made it even more desolate.  At this time, a figure appeared at the end of the street. The moonlight stretched his shadow very long, and the bright sword in his hand was even more glaring.  Then, another person appeared behind him, and then another, and it was so dark that it was impossible to tell their number.  The horn of the Nanhongmen attack finally sounded, and a melee inevitably broke out.

    This may be the largest collision between the North and South Hongmen in history, with the largest number of participants and the most tragic casualties.  The two parties stood at one end of the road, blocking the entire street. It was hard to tell who shouted "Kill!" first, igniting the fuse of the fight. Thousands of people from both sides shouted in unison and rushed forward crazily.  go.  It was like two stormy waves in opposite directions crashing into one place, causing water to splash everywhere.  It's just that the people who collided with each other at this time were people, and what was splashed out was blood.

    The person at the front made slight contact with the opponent and raised his knife to cut, but the people behind him couldn't stop the car and kept pushing and squeezing. It was a pity that these "pioneers" were reduced to meat patties under the attack of themselves and the enemy.  The moment the two sides came into contact, no less than dozens of people fell to the ground and wailed. However, people only saw the enemy. They just raised their knives and waved their arms mechanically. No one paid attention to them. After a short time, the people who fell to the ground were already there.  There was gradually no sound, and there were bloody footprints all over his body.  At this time, the fallen people are not counted in terms of individuals, but in terms of pieces.  Xiang Wentian did not come to the scene in person, and neither did Xie Wendong. Instead, he stood in front of the window on the second floor of the hotel, overlooking the battle situation below.

    South Hongmen has a large number of people, but its individual combat strength is weak, while Beihongmen is brave and good at fighting, but suffers from the disadvantage of having no advantage in numbers. Both sides have their own strengths, and they are neither superior nor inferior.  In an evenly matched fight, it is both parties who are injured in the end.  Killing a thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred yourself is a double-edged sword. There will be no winner in the end.  On the battlefield, you can often see Beihongmen disciples being surrounded by several people. Within a few moments, they were stabbed with countless knives, covered in blood, and fell to the ground in pain.  It is also not difficult to see that the disciples of the Southern Hongmen were stripped of their shirts and went into battle shirtless, while the disciples of the Northern Hongmen were chased everywhere like madmen, and were forced to have no way to go to heaven and no way to the earth.  The melee continued and the blood flowed endlessly. There were more than a hundred people lying on the street. The blood on the ground was red and gathered into small rivers and flowed into the sewers beside the road.  The smell of blood filled the entire street, making it sickening.

    The dying struggles of the undead, the painful howls of those with severed limbs, and the sound of swords clashing on the battlefield melted into a sound coming from hell, like a theater rod slicing a person's heart.  That kind of shock is not something ordinary people can bear.  Xie Wendong is a human being, and he also feels uncomfortable. Seeing the injured disciples of the North and South Hongmen groaning everywhere, he has the urge to vomit, but he still holds back. When you fight for something, when war is inevitable  When you have an outburst, you have to learn to endure something first.

    An hour seemed like a century to everyone involved in the fight on both sides.  Xiang Wentian and Xie Wendong gave orders at almost the same time to retreat.  No one wanted to stay in the hellish streets for one more second. Zhou Ting suffered at least three large wounds that were as deep as the bone. His white face was covered with a thick layer of blood, which was the result of solidified blood.  As a result, he grinned with difficulty, his facial muscles twitched, and the dried blood on his facePieces of trash fell into pieces, and he shouted loudly: "Evacuate!" Following his shout, Nanhong Gate was quickly recovered like the tide receded.  Even if Beihongmen has the intention to pursue, they have no power to pursue them. From Sanyan and Dongxinlei to the ordinary boys, there is no one who is not unlucky. Especially Sanyan, who had a hole stabbed in his stomach and was dripping with blood.  , if it were not blocked with hands, the intestines would probably flow out.

    The two parties retreated, and there were no less than three hundred corpses left in the field, as well as people who were not completely corpses or were about to become corpses.  Not long after Nanhongmen retreated, another group of cars was sent, and dozens of people came down to clean up the mess.  When the people from Beihongmen saw the other party, their eyes turned red, and they all picked up their swords that had barely dried up the blood and prepared to step forward.  Xie Wendong, who was on the second floor, looked up and sighed when he saw this, and said to Jiang Sen behind him: "The fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots. Moreover, we don't have the energy to help Nanhongmen handle the funeral affairs."

    Jiang Sen understood what Xie Wendong meant and hurried downstairs to stabilize his side and let the people from Nanhongmen clear the battlefield.  Nanhongmen thanked them, began to pick up the bodies, carried the seriously injured people into the car, and rushed them to the hospital.  The war only took an hour, but cleaning up the ending took an entire night.  Finally, after the blood stains on the streets were cleaned, the sky turned white and the fiery red sun began to raise its head.  When the sun covers the earth again, the sins of darkness will be covered up forever.

    The scene of the North-South War was unprecedentedly large, but it was well covered up. Neither TV nor newspapers reported the matter, but it could not be hidden from the ears of the underworld.  The underworld is famous for spreading news quickly. The next day, there was only one topic everyone talked about: who won the North and the South.  Some people say that Nanfang won. After all, Xiang Wentian has been in the country for so many years, and his strength is obvious to all; more people think that Xie Wendong won, at least he did not lose, because he is still alive and in the country.  , living pretty well.

    So far in this battle, even if the North and South Hongmen have not been injured, their vitality has been damaged. Both sides need time to recuperate and reserve energy, but at this time, Xie Wendong is ready to launch his offensive.  Under circumstances that no one, including Xiang Wentian, expected, a blitzkrieg was launched against the Harbor Hotel at the wrong time and in the wrong place.  Xie Wendong thought carefully. He believed that only at this moment, Nanhongmen's defense against him was the most lax and weakest.

    He spent three days organizing the elite members of the sect, and finally selected more than 200 uninjured strong men, divided them into several teams, and quietly sneaked around the Harbor Hotel.  At the same time, he also got in touch with Bo Zhanhui.  When the old fox heard that he was going to attack the casino in the harbor, he immediately became energetic. No need for Xie Wendong to say more, he took the initiative to ask that he would do his best to 'help'.  He really did what he said this time. He mobilized the whole gang to take action personally and appeared in a low profile. He immediately followed Xie Wendong and listened to his arrangements.

    In early July, the weather is already very hot. During the day, most people hide in their houses to enjoy the cool breeze or take a bath in order to avoid the scorching sun.  Xiao Fang also liked this, but he had to go out and go to the Harbor Hotel.  Because today is another day when the bank comes to press money, and no one can open the door of the casino vault without him.  The bank will send someone to the Harbor Hotel every three days. Although I don't understand why an ordinary hotel has so much money that needs to be escorted, I don't dare to ask more. I know that the backer behind it is named Xiang. Who wants to  Mind your own business.  Xiao Fang also participated in the Civil War at the end of the month, and was also injured. It was not serious, but a two-inch deep wound on his arm that could reach the bone.  Fortunately, he was young and strong, especially since he met Xie Wendong, he seemed to be used to injuries. Within two days, he was able to go out for a walk with his arm in a sling.  Today, Xiao Fang is not in a good mood. In the morning, he just attended the funeral of a brother. This man was stabbed sixteen times during the Great War between the North and the South. He was sent to the hospital for more than fifty stitches and lost a thousand and five dollars.  Hundreds of blood, but still couldn't be saved.  Xiao Fang was dressed in white, holding white flowers on his chest, and sat silently in the car.

    When we arrived at the Harbor Hotel, business was surprisingly good today. People were coming and going, traffic was busy, and people were coming in and out from time to time.  Xiao Fang felt something was unusual. After asking, he found out that it was Bo Zhanhui who had come and brought hundreds of people. He also brought millions of funds. It seemed that he was preparing for a big gamble.  After hearing this, Xiao Fang chuckled and said sarcastically: "Farmers are just farmers, just a few million, as for such a big pomp!" He didn't think anything of it, but the people below were worried: "Brother Xiao, we just talked with Bei  There was a huge fire fight in Hongmen, with heavy casualties and a shortage of manpower. Isn’t it because Bo Zhanhui came to the harbor with evil intentions?!”

    Xiao Fang smiled proudly and said contemptuously: "Just him? Hum! He wouldn't dare to act wild in our place even if we gave him a hundred courages!" "But, I heard that Bo Zhanhui has been very close to Beihongmen recently!  "So what? It's just tact!" Xiao Fang said coldly: "When we went to war with Xie Wendong, did Bo Zhanhui send someone to support him? Being close just means that he doesn't want to offend either side. Typical  Two-facedThere is no need to worry about the law.  "He was full of confidence. He entered the casino, opened the door and took a look. Well, it was packed with people. At least ten air conditioners in the casino were running at the same time, but the heat wave still hit him. Xiao Fang frowned slightly and asked  His subordinate asked: "Where is Bo Zhanhui?  "

    The younger brother pointed at the crowd with the largest number of people and said, "Here, right there!" Xiao Fang nodded, walked over slowly with a smile.  As soon as he saw King Xiao Datian from Nanhongmen arriving, the people around him gave way and opened a passage without him having to say anything.  Bo Zhanhui didn't seem to see him. He was all focused on the cards in his hand. Perhaps he was too nervous. The cards were deformed by his grasp. His subordinates around him were shouting,  So lively.  Xiao Fang rolled his eyes, walked forward, stood next to him, and asked softly: "Brother Bo, how much was the bet in this game?" Bo Zhanhui casually replied: "Fifty thousand!" "Ah!"  Xiao Fang nodded and said seriously: "There are so many!"

    Bo Zhanhui finally spread out all three wrinkled playing cards in his hand. After seeing them clearly, he suddenly felt like a deflated ball. He threw the cards on the table angrily and said angrily: "I have bad luck today.  , Lost again." Seeing the 50,000 yuan in chips in front of him being taken away, he gasped for air.

    Xiao Fang did not like people who gambled like Bo Zhanhui, so he winked at the waiter who dealt the cards, meaning that he would lose as much as he could.  It is true that nine out of ten gambles are cheating. The winning or losing of the people around the gambling table is all in the hands of the dealer.  After the chips were taken away and the waiter started a new round of dealing cards, Bo Zhanhui noticed Xiao Fang beside him. He was stunned and hurriedly said hello: "Oh, brother Xiao, when did you come?" Xiao?  Fang laughed and said, "I just arrived. I heard that Brother Bo is here to show his respect, so I came here specially to have a look."

    Bo Zhanhui's face turned red and he said in embarrassment, "You're just here to join in the fun and try your luck." Xiao Fang knowingly asked, "How's your luck, Brother Bo?" Bo Zhanhui sighed and said:  "I've lost eight games in a row, evil!" Xiao Fang comforted him: "It doesn't matter, you lose before and then win, it's normal!" With that, he turned to leave.  Although the people from the bank haven't come yet, he doesn't want to waste time on him.  But he had only taken a few steps when he heard Bo Zhanhui yelling hoarsely: "This is a fight, I'll bet one million!"

    oh?  Xiao Fang was stunned, turned around, walked back, and watched quietly. If Bo Zhanhui could throw a million, he must have a good card.  It is indeed a good hand, three kings, the chance of beating him is not even one in ten thousand.  Therefore, this Bo Zhanhui was full of low spirits. Except for the two companies that continued to follow, others withdrew their cards one after another.  Bo Zhanhui threw out another million, and the other two families continued to follow suit. After a few rounds, all the more than four million in front of Bo Zhanhui were thrown in, but the other two families showed no intention of retreating.  The stack of chips is almost piled up into a hill.  Bo Zhanhui's eyes turned red. He picked up the cards again and looked at them carefully. He saw that the three K's were correct. He felt a little more at ease. He took out a blank card from his pocket and turned to ask Xiao Fang: "Brother Xiao."  , can I just use the debit card directly?”
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