Setting Rules

Author: Night Rain Lights

Setting Rules

The next day.

"Bang!"

"Fuck, that guy really said that?"

"Although we Guangdong people usually like to make small plans, who has ever been afraid of things when they encounter problems? Now, a gangster just wants to squat on our heads and squid and pee. After it has been spread, how can we gain a foothold in Guangdong and Guangxi in the future?"

"Even when my aunt is here, she wants to sell us three points of thin air. How many years old is he? I want to set rules, is he worthy?"

On the second floor of Jinlou, listening to the tune of famous actors singing outside, some people were furious; some were sleepy and sleepy, and their emotions were not reflected; some were holding pipes and sucking mist; some were holding crutches and sitting; some were lying on the couch, holding a cigarette gun, and their eyes were blurred.

Someone said slowly: "I didn't come here casually. Last night, my three men took a lot of effort to knock down two. As a result, the other three were not even able to take a single knife under their hands. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

The speaker was a black-faced old man with a gray beard. He sat upright with one hand and landed on his knees with the other hand. He closed his eyes and listened to the Cantonese opera outside, knocking his palms and slapped the beat.

"Have you heard that there have been many major events in the north recently, and there have been major events in the Wumen. The gossip master Yin Fu was killed, and the murderer was also a knife-wielding person. It's amazing."

As soon as he said that, the noisy people in the room suddenly became quiet.

Although there are differences between the martial arts worlds in the north and south, the names in the martial arts are the same.

Those who are just starting to learn and have a little success in kung fu are called boxers, and those who are entering the hall are called big boxers. And masters are already domineering people who can establish sects.

What's more, Yin Fu was also a figure around Empress Dowager Cixi and the Emperor. His kung fu was superb and he had traveled all the world and the temple. In terms of fame, he had heard of many people in Guangdong and Guangxi, and he was truly famous all over the world.

Someone took the conversation, held a pipe in his mouth, and slowly said: "I heard that man is amazing. The apprentice of Dadao Wang Wu has a lot of affection with the Bagua Sect, but the foreigner disappeared after entering the capital. It is said that he had joined the White Lotus Sect. It turns out that this person is."

The old man on the collapse put down his gun and was full of energy, as if he was a teenager younger. "How is the power of a great background? The emperor is far away, and even the big figures in the capital are too busy to take care of themselves, let alone a dog that is a broken family... Everyone, now there is no leader in the group of dragons, and a great opportunity to turn things around. Once you miss it, you don't know that you have to wait until the year of the monkey and horse month. My aunt is here to make us breathless. My aunt is not here, and another boy who is ignorant of the world comes. This is clearly a guard against us."

"That's the White Lotus Sect."

Someone lowered his voice to remind him.

The old man sneered: "White Lotus Sect? If you dare to block our wealth, even if the Daluo god descends to earth, you will have to die. The world is not as good as before. If you should change, you have to change, otherwise you will be able to guard this building and share it with a few people."

The old man threw out a few packs of things wrapped in kraft paper, "Look, this is the best opium, just this one can compensate for the girls' tea money outside for three or two months. As long as he gets this, a hero will immediately become a dog that wags his tail and begs for mercy, and even his wife and children can be taken out and taken out... Liu Yubai was so amazing back then. The seventeen-year-old martial arts top scholar was ruined by this thing."

Looking at the opium in front of him, a middle-aged man suddenly showed a tense expression and said with a gentle smile: "Ren Bo, if you are fighting for face, don't take this thing out. I remember my aunt said that smoking big cigarettes is self-deprecating, but selling big cigarettes is a waste of conscience. I'm almost half of it, and I don't want someone to poke my backbone."

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the person who was talking, his tone was much colder, "Haha, Dengzai, I remember you were brought in by me when I was thirteen years old. I had been working in the teapot for fifteen years before my aunt took a look at it, so I asked you to be in charge of the matters of the Golden Tower on the surface. Now those young people call you Uncle Deng, and you feel that you have become a character?"

The middle-aged man bent over and said lightly: "Ren Bo's words are so heavy. As you said, the world is not as good as before. I don't have much ambitions. I just want to do some good things now in the face of the country. I look at this Jinlou little by little. I have no children, no relatives and no reason. This church is my home. I can't see the exquisiteness of the house being ruined."

After saying that, he left his seat, bowed his hand and planned to leave.

"Uncle Deng!"

Someone suddenly called him, "Don't forget that boy came for us, and there was no end to the nest when it was destroyed."

The man called Uncle Deng stopped, turned his head and smiled sarcastically, and looked at the person who spoke, "You are a good old man, why are you going back more and more? If you lose the battle for face, you will be inferior to others. But if you are embarrassed for a while, someone will be able to earn it back sooner or later, but if you sell big cigarettes, it will be a lifetime of infamy."

The old man on the collapse said dissatisfiedly: "Dengzai, tell you the truth. I have already gotten a batch of foreign guns from the British guy. Not to mention that boy, even if my aunt comes back, he will still be shameless... You have to think about it and leave this door, don't blame us for not being reminiscent of old love!"

Uncle Deng's face looked ugly. Since he had a different opinion, he had nothing to say, so he turned around and left the house.

"Haha, who else is going to leave?"

Ren Bo slowly sat up and looked around everyone in the room, "Since no one left, I will talk about one more thing, who is interested in the treasures of the former dynasty of the White Lotus Sect? This time, Thirteen Xings joined hands with me. I heard that he had invited several great masters to come forward, and it was absolutely foolproof."

While he was talking, he took out his ears and said, "You don't know yet. The woman went to the capital and came back with her belly. She is now in Xiangjiang. After the kid is dealt with, she just changed the Jinlou to the world and caught all the people of the White Lotus Sect."

"I'm the one!"

"And I."

...

It was almost evening, and when several people discussed the countermeasures, listening to the little song, smoking a big cigarette, and enjoying myself, several muffled sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground sounding downstairs, and then the whole room was in an uproar, which was so noisy.

When I pushed the door out and took a look, my face looked ugly.

But I saw five coffins at the door, painted with black paint and carved animals, which was so unlucky.

"Dadada..."

The sound of slow steps sounded.

On the third floor, a man walked down with his hands behind his back, his tall and tall body supported a thin blue shirt, and his eyes looked down from a high place, like a goshawk looking down, his eyes shining like a knife, and his eyes swept away everyone, and he suddenly became silent, making the back of his neck feel cold.

"Dear everyone, I won't do business now. The cost of customers entering the door is exempted. Those who want to leave will leave. Those who don't want to leave will sit down and take a look. It's better to know who has the final say in Jinlou."

Chen Zhuo's clothes were half open, his chest was exposed with knife marks intertwined, his eyes were faint, and it seemed as if he was two old wells.

"I waited for a day, but I didn't see any movement. What should be discussed should have been discussed. I have always been chasing the wind and the moon in my work. I am so decisive and procrastinating that I don't like it, so I will appear on stage and make a tune. The post has been given to you. This is to say hello to you according to the rules of the martial arts industry. If you obey me, you will abide by my rules in the future. If you don't accept any blame in the past, you will go downstairs to get a life-and-death situation. Let's take the initiative..."

Halfway through his words, he looked cold and raised his index finger and pointed to the coffin at the door.

"The word "kung fu" is just a horizontal and a vertical one. If you win, set rules, and lose, you will lie in."

Chen Zhuo's eyes narrowed, "Of course, you can't just not check it, but you have to get out of here. I have the final say here from now on. I'm just the rules. Today I'm talking about the rules in the martial arts industry. I'll give you face, but if I can't help it, I'll talk about the rules of the world tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.

"Ha! Boy is arrogant!"

Suddenly, a man in a short coat flew out from the second floor, turned over and jumped off, picked up his pen and signed his name on the life and death statement that had been prepared.

As soon as the pen fell, the man turned around and squeaked at Chen Zhuo's mouth, squatted and collapsed, blinked and looked at Pan, lifted his body and jumped up, and he had already turned two meters high. He ran and jumped on the wooden ladder, scratching his ears and heads, like a vivid macaque.

"Southern School Monkey Fist? Heh!"

However, as soon as he jumped to the third floor, as he soared into the sky, a figure in front of him burst into tears and a chuckling came from his ears.

The next second, a big hand came in the sky, and murderous intent fell from the sky. The man saw that the sky light in front of him was dark, and there was a grim face above his head. His eyes were facing each other, and his body was filled with coldness.

After a moment of shock, the man's mouth rattled two strange screams, his arms were like whips, and he attacked and attacked quickly.

Both of them were in the air at this moment, one was above and the other was below.

Seeing such a crazy attack, Chen Zhuo's expression was shaking, his spine suddenly trembled, and his body, which had already soared into the air, did not need to rely on force. He swung in the air like a dragon, avoiding the storm-like fighting style.

Just as he turned around, his five fingers quietly closed, and his fists lightly knocked on the other party's chest.

It will retreat as soon as it touches.

Looking back, Chen Zhuo was still standing there, as if he was not moving, standing with his back.

But the man had fallen straight from the air and fell into a coffin, bleeding from his seven orifices, and he was just dead.

"Carry it out!"

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