Chapter 1713: See Ying Dong'er again

"Brother... you can't be lying, otherwise I will make you live and die." Qian Xing said coldly. It was a fatal mistake to believe in the underworld. The toothpick in his hand scratched the back of the young man's blood-stained hand. The young man couldn't help but tremble. His brain was blank. He stared at his gloomy cheeks that were close at hand, and he only knew how to shake his head with all his might.

Qian Xing is no longer the older child who can only solve problems with his fists. His eyes have become much sharper in two years. At this time, he saw that the young man was not lying. He threw away his toothpick, got up and walked towards the basement door. When he opened the door, he said lightly: "Give him some fun."

Outside the basement door, Sun Liang, who was as famous as Qian Xing, was walking back and forth, looking a little anxious. When he saw Qian Xing come out, he hurriedly asked: "Did you ask?"

Qian Xing nodded and said, "It was done by the Northeast Gang."

"I can finally explain to Boss Yuan." Sun Bo said as he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

San Francisco, USA.

Yuan Liyang sat alone in the room, listening to the phone, waiting for the people on the phone to speak, and then slowly said, "We should let Qian Xing train and let him take people to the Northeast... destroy the Northeast Gang for me and make a fortune in the Northeast." Although Yuan Liyang is in the United States, he knows everything about what is happening in China. Besides, he cannot know that such a big thing happened in Shanghai. At this time, Yuan Liyang ordered Qian Xing to pay close attention to the movements of major groups in the north.

Yuan Liyang knew that the courage to make such a big noise in Shanghai was undoubtedly the strongest challenge to Xiang Yufeng. Yuan Liyang had reason to believe that the other party's methods were definitely not just in the south. As the spokesperson for Xiang Yufeng in the north, he naturally had to think too much.

After hanging up the phone, Panting sent a tea and coffee: "Is there any news?"

"Northeast Gang!" Yuan Liyang exhaled a mouthful of turbid air in his heart.

"Northeast Gang? Do they have such great power? Even if there is, do they have such great courage?" Pan Ting raised his own question.

"I don't know if there is one, but I need a scapegoat. More importantly, if the explosion in Shanghai is really related to the Northeast Gang, then there will inevitably be a deeper conspiracy."

"You mean, there are other people behind Dongbangbei?"

Yuan Liyang didn't say anything, but his expression said everything.

Shenyang, the military, political, cultural and commercial center of the Northeast region, is guarded by the Shenyang War Zone, one of the seven major war zones in China, and is guarded by the rich black soil and is looking at the northeast. There are many people here with tough folk customs and brave people. The Northeast men are also famous. The burly figures of the Northeast men are always indispensable in the underworld of the mainland and coastal cities. Many bars and nightclubs have men with Northeast accents watching the scene.

In a lively snack street in the city, more than 20 vans were parked on the side of the road, and more than a dozen open-air food stalls were crowded. The crisp sound of beer bottles echoed on the lively streets from time to time. More than 200 men wearing jeans, naked upper bodies were drinking, chatting loudly, and unscrupulously.

These arrogant Northeast men are tattooed with dragons, snakes, tigers and leopards on their shoulders and backs, and they are stunning. Each person has a palm-sized wolf head tattooed on their left chest. The wolf head is lifelike and hideous. This wolf head tattoo represents cruelty and ruthlessness in the underworld of Northeast China.

Passersby avoided them from afar and had no courage to look at them more. It was like avoiding a plague. The underworld could indeed make ordinary people afraid.

"Brothers, you have to drink happily, but you can't drink too much. You have to follow Brother Yang to do something at night, come and do it!" A tough man wearing a gold chain stood up, touched his delicate squid, shook the beer bottle in his hand, raised his head and poured the wine in his mouth. It was very generous, and the manly nature of the Northeast man was fully displayed.

"Dry!"

More than 200 people stood up and touched each other with wine bottles. There was a jingle sound, and the passersby were even more careful. These rough and heroic men were the elites of the Northeast Gang Blood Knife Hall. There were rumors in the Northeast underworld that the blood Knife Hall were all the ruthless people who killed people without blinking.

"Brother Xiang... Why haven't Brother Yang come yet?" A man with long hair fluffy draped over his shoulders asked the man in a loud voice. The man in a short while grinned, put down the empty bottle in his hand, opened another bottle of beer, moistened his throat and said, "Brother Yang is happy with his friends who are here with the rich man in Taiwan... They will come over in a while, everyone will drink it first."

More than 200 men drink wine, which is very lively. This makes the bosses of the food stalls around them. Few customers dare to enjoy the delicious food stalls in such a "human" atmosphere. Small business management, and it is a big loss to open one night. The frowning bosses dare not complain at all. The businessmen at the bottom of society understand how important it is to swallow their anger at some point in countless bumps and bumps.

At the entrance of the snack street, Qian Xing was walking in an extremely slow and steady pace. The high and thick-soled military leather boots stepped on the cold ground and made little noises, nor did they bring up a trace of dust. His whole body was filled with a murderous aura, giving people a cold and oppressive feeling. Passersby who passed by subconsciously avoided it.

Ten meters behind Qian Xing, there were still a hundred capable men in the same black clothes. They were all tall and burly, with cold eyes and strong murderous aura forcing passers-by to avoid them, and watched a group of people passing by in fear.

Walking through the Hundred-meter snack street, Qian Xing heard the noisy noise, stopped, looked up, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smoke contained in the corner of his mouth burned out, and the ashes drifted away in the wind. He casually lowered his head and vomited off the cigarette butts, and said indifferently: "The scum from the Northeast Gang is here."

The noise came to an abrupt end. More than two hundred shirtless men from Northeast China stood up when they heard the sound, staring at Qian Xing like a wolf or a tiger, and became angry. A red-faced man of 1.9 meters tall, fucked the beer bottle and rushed straight, "Fuck, scold the Northeast Gang, grandpa, you are a bastard!"

"snort!"

Qian Xing snorted coldly, squinted his eyes, and his feet were not moved. The man with extremely developed limbs grinned with his big mouth like a roaring beast. The wine bottle he smashed hard brought a cold wind, and his technique was quick and sophisticated. At first glance, he often used wine bottles to flatten people. The moment the wine bottle was smashed down quickly, Qian Xing's fist moved, and a random punch brought out the thunder momentum, which was incomparable.

Crack! Half of the cheeks of the Northeast man collapsed instantly, and one eyeball raised its eye socket. His huge body collapsed like a rock, and he fell to the ground with a bang. Qian Xing curled his lips disdainfully, gently kneaded his fist, slowly lowered his head, looked down at his huge body under his feet, and said lightly: "In my eyes... you are a waste."

The shirtless man from Northeast China was shocked and surprised. Qian Xing looked up, looked proud and waved his hand with a sneer. A hundred men in black behind him pulled out triangular thorns from their sleeves, as if a group of bloodthirsty beasts rushed towards the Northeast China Gang people. Under the light, the neatly dancing triangular thorns flashed.
Chapter completed!