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Chapter 1627 Take you to school 1

Zhan Mei wanted to bow, but Xiang Yufeng pressed her waist. Zhan Mei knew what her man meant, but she was a little confused at the moment. After all, the old man in front of her was the leader of the Qing Gang. Although Zhan Mei knew something and knew that under the Blood Sect, the Qing Gang no longer had the glory of the past, but her power still existed, especially for women like Zhan Mei who were very close to the Qing Gang.

"Gangmaster Yang, let me introduce you to Zhan Mei, my woman! I, Xiang Yufeng's woman!" As soon as Xiang Yufeng said this, not only Zhan Mei was stunned, but Yang Huainian was also stunned. Then Yang Huainian laughed loudly, "Sect Master Xiang is indeed as fast as ever."

Yang Huainian smiled, then pressed his voice and said tentatively: "To the master of the sect, I heard that your northwest is at the time of employment. If you need humans, just speak."

Xiang Yufeng nodded with a smile, without saying a word.

However, Zhan Mei melted into Xiang Yufeng's words just now. Xiang Yufeng redefined Zhan Mei's identity in front of Yang Huainian. In other words, from now on, Zhan Mei has no relationship with the Qing Gang. With Zhan Mei as Xiang Yufeng's woman, even if Yang Huainian sees her in the future, he cannot be called "Xiaomei". At least he should be called "Madam."

The group walked into the building in a mighty manner, with a strong attitude, Yang Huainian was steady and had the temperament of a superior. At this time, the scene was completely comparable to the cool shots of the gangster brother appearing in the film and television drama.

After Xiang Yufeng stepped into the hexagonal building, he lamented that the work of the old leader Yang Gang was no less than that of a star-rated hotel. In layman's terms, it was magnificent. It was really difficult to associate such a place with the bloody and cruel underground boxing ring. Hu San saw that Xiang Yufeng was interested in this place and roughly introduced some of the situation.

For example, how much investment is in the early stage of the boxing ring, how much investment is accumulated this year, how much commission is drawn for each game, how much profit can the boxers raised in the field bring, and what details Hu San should say are all in detail, which was explained by the old leader Yang before.

The boxing ring of the old leader Yang is not only the best in Shanghai, but also the rich men who like gambling boxing in the north, second generation ancestors, and playboys often gather here, competing for other people's lives and betting on winning or losing. There are also no shortages in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, rich second generations, and the flood of black boxing gambling far exceeds Xiang Yufeng's imagination. Along the way, he was secretly shocked. The boxing ring that has already made a "brand effect" has attracted at least tens of billions of dollars every year. The big bet and the high commission are really hard to guess. It is an untrue golden hen.

Boxing rings, casinos, and gambling fields are just the tip of the iceberg of the underground world. Xiang Yufeng understands that when you move forward, you will definitely come into contact with more stigmatized and bloody and dirty things.

Walking through a long corridor covered with Mongolian carpets and entering the center of the hexagonal building is a three-story circular hall with a diameter of fifty meters. The top is a transparent glass cover. In the middle of the hall, the center point of the building, stands an international standard boxing ring of one meter and two meters high.

The stands around the hall are divided into two floors. One floor is a circle of large and comfortable leather sofa chairs. There is a marble coffee table in front of each sofa chair. There are all fruit plates and wine, and the number of seats is only 100. Black boxing, as the name suggests, is boxing and gambling in the underground world. It is impossible to sell tickets and let ordinary people come in to see the bloody scenes that are against the law. The people who are lucky enough to watch the game in person are all powerful people who are keen on violence and like to destroy lives.

The second floor stands are all independent luxury private rooms. The famous big figures who attended the audience did not enter the private room, but gathered in the lower floor stands. After waiting for a long time, when Yang Huainian walked into the hall, two of them stood up with a smile. With Yang Huainian's status in the world, few people dared not to give him face. There will always be exceptions. Xiang Yufeng appeared in front of him, and then the bald man in front of him was old. A shiny bald man leaned against the sofa, crossed his legs, leisurely, ignoring Yang Huainian's appearance.

Yang Huainian shook hands with the two of them and said politely for a while. Yang Huainian just smiled at the bald man's contempt, and then said, "Brother Chen, you come to Shanghai. My brother has not been picked up by the plane. Please don't be surprised?" Chen? Bald?

Although Yang Huainian did not introduce the identity of this person to Xiang Yufeng, Xiang Yufeng had an impression of this person. Chen Jingdong, nicknamed Chen Heigou, and the leader of the Northeast Gang, actually defeated the three provinces of Liao, Ji and Ning. With his strength, there is no need to be afraid of Yang Huainian. More importantly, Yang Huainian once killed Chen Heigou's wife's uncle, and this hatred was formed. As for the other two middle-aged men, one from Heibei and the other from Inner Mongolia. From the other side's bandit spirit, it can be seen that the two are not good people, just like Shen Heigou.

On the sofa, Chen Jingdong glanced at the old leader Yang and sneered sarcastically, "Young leader Yang, don't be fine, you're still so energetic. I, Old Shen, have been so frustrated during this period. Today I have to vent my anger on the ring. What if my incompetent subordinates injured and crippled your men... You have to take more responsibility."

"It must..." Yang Huainian smiled faintly and walked towards the seat arranged by Hu San in advance. The two groups of people were about ten meters away. Chen Heigou's side. When he saw Zhan Mei, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he also saw Xiang Yufeng, especially when Chen Heigou saw Zhan Mei tightly being hugged by Xiang Yufeng, a trace of cruelty flashed in Chen Heigou's eyes.

Xiang Yufeng, who felt all this, turned slightly. When he saw Chen Heigou staring at him, a chuckling couldn't help but raise a chuckling on the corner of his mouth, a chuckling that didn't take the other person seriously at all.

Chen Heigou was stunned. He didn't expect that this young boy would dare to use this look to himself. His black forces spread across the three northeastern provinces, and they operated the underground world of the three northeastern provinces like an iron barrel. Whether it was a dragon or a tiger to go to the northeastern, they had to lie down and squint. If this was the past, it would not be an exaggeration to be named a king of Northeastern. With his strength, even Yang Huainian could not move just by speaking, let alone being despised by others?

Chen Heigou smiled and gave a thumbs up at Xiang Yufeng: "Boy, you have a good fortune. You dare to look at me like this, you are the first one!"

"I don't think this is my honor!" After Xiang Yufeng said this, he stopped looking at Chen Heigou. His attitude fell into Shen Heigou's eyes. He was as arrogant as he was.

"Gangmaster Yang, your subordinates are indeed the same as you, they are strong enough. I just don't know if they can be strong to the bottom."

Yang Huainian was a little happy. He smiled at Chen Heigou and said, "This is not my subordinate. As for whether he can be strong to the end, Brother Chen will know if he can try it yourself."
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