Chapter 718 Lantern Festival Charity Dinner, Celebrities Gathered

She originally came with good intentions, and even had some indescribable guilt and affection, but Jiang Tian didn't appreciate it, which made her feel frustrated that her good intentions were treated like a donkey's liver and lungs.

"You defeated the Japanese army, you can really brag! Why do you say you destroyed the earth!"

Wu Zhiruo drove into her car and started it with gritted teeth:

"Okay, okay, I've advised you. I've done my best to be benevolent and righteous. Just watch how you die!"

Jiang Tian sat there, shaking his head helplessly and saying:

"Oh, I didn't want to explain, but you insisted on my explanation, but in the end, you didn't believe it even after I explained it."

Xu Zixuan stood up from the seat next to her, walked slowly over, and said with a smile:

"Okay, Master Jiang, don't sigh! Summer insects can't talk about ice. This is human nature!"

"In the eyes of people who can't fly, those who can fly, and fly higher and higher, look smaller and smaller!"

…

It’s the afternoon of the Lantern Festival.

Temple Street, too many gangster movies have given it a dark tone that does not belong to it.

Violent, bloody, sinful.

Most people born in the 1980s who have been poisoned by Hong Kong movies think that hundreds of people fight on this street every now and then, but this is not the case.

Temple Street best embodies the local customs of Hong Kong Island. There are many food stalls and small shops, just like the famous Lan Kwai Fong. It is a must-visit place for foreign tourists.

Sitting at an open-air food stall and eating special stir-fries prepared by local chefs, you can feel the local characteristics better than looking at the skyscrapers by Victoria Harbor.

At this time, the sun sets and the sky gradually dims. The short Temple Street is bustling with people. The increasingly lively Temple Street food stalls have people coming and going. There are groups of customers, and the figures of ordinary citizens and tourists are intertwined. , forming a harmonious picture, which is enjoyable.

Jiang Chao Chengyi and Zhen Shuai did not sit down to eat from beginning to end. Instead, they ate a little from this stall and a bite from that stall.

"Superman Li has already made arrangements. The gangsters from the three clubs will be there!"

Jiang Chao reported:

"We can rest assured that we will trample on people. The Li family will not come forward from the beginning to the end until they are arrested and the lid is lifted!"

"The big circle side is also ready! Cooperate with the Hong Kong Island police to arrest him tonight!"

Cheng Yi had a gloomy face and said with a smile: "In fact, they were holding it back and wanted to fight for a long time. This time they finally found a suitable reason, not to mention how excited they are!"

"So happy, so happy!"

Zhen Shuai rubbed his hands excitedly: "I can finally slap them! It's so exciting!"

"But don't kill that Shu Min. It'll be pretty good if I keep it in the future!"

"That woman is really ordinary in appearance, but she can be disgusted and overcome by force, so she can do it!" Cheng Yi said with a smile.

"That's right, slap them all in the face and kill them all!"

Jiang Tian nodded from time to time and ate the barbecued pork rice wrapped in lotus leaves tepidly.

On the top of the four-story old building on the Temple Street side, the gunman who had been lying down for a long time was condescending and slowly adjusted the shooting angle of the sniper rifle. The crosshairs of the scope once again tracked the figure of Marshal Zhen.

In every cruel war, the consumption of bullets and artillery shells is completely disproportionate to the number of people killed. In the European battlefield of World War II, 3,000 bullets killed one person.

This number is estimated to make people today doubt whether the soldiers at that time knew how to shoot. In fact, after more than fifty years, the wars of this era are not much better than those of a few decades ago.

However, there is always a small group of people on the battlefield who perform the legend of killing an enemy with one bullet.

Snipers are ghosts on the battlefield. They use the fewest bullets to kill the most people, and even make the organized troops lose their frontline commanders and become a mess without even knowing it.

The gunman lying on the roof of the building blended into the night with the help of black clothes. Judging from the way he held the gun, he was definitely not an amateur who was just improvising, he was very professional.

He adjusted his heart rate, controlled his breathing, and moved the muzzle silently.

Because the target you want to kill is constantly moving at a large scale, if you want to kill it with one blow, you must be patient enough and wait for the best opportunity.

At this moment, Jiang Tian suddenly felt something in his heart, and a burst of true energy surged out.

Then, there was a dull thud.

A gas tank in a shop facing the street suddenly exploded, sending a flame into the sky.

Jiang Tian and the other three were safe and sound, but several diners on Hong Kong Island were blown up and covered in blood.

Jiang Tian pulled Jiang Chao and ducked under the awning of the shop facing the street. He was not afraid of bullets, but Jiang Chao was still a little overheated, especially since he was a sniper.

"There are snipers, up there!"

He raised his calm face and pointed above his head.

Chengyi nodded knowingly, turned into an alley against the wall, and stepped on the ground.

There was a roar, the ground collapsed, and the person had risen dozens of meters and landed on the roof.

A few passers-by who happened to pass by in the alley looked up stupidly, watching Li Lei disappear from their sight like a monster.

"Huh? Why did you miss so much?"

The gunman on the roof missed a single hit and knew he was exposed. He was hesitating whether to continue waiting for an opportunity or to retreat quickly when footsteps came from behind him.

The sniper turned around and saw a ghostly figure walking out of the darkness.

"Snapped!"

The sniper rolled on the spot, distanced himself, and at the same time pulled out his pistol and fired repeatedly at Chengyi.

But Chengyi did not fall, and several bullets fell on the ground with a clanking sound.

The sniper was so frightened that his knees weakened and he knelt on the ground.

Chengyi stepped forward, stretched out his big hand, grabbed his throat, and asked coldly: "Who is in charge?"

The gunman was a man in his thirties with a very popular appearance. He originally wanted to fight to the end, but when he looked at Chengyi, his heart was trembling. He was suddenly alert. If he spoke harshly, he would definitely die.

He hesitated for a few seconds with a complicated expression, and then said: "I am the person sent by Duke Wei Duang to kill you."

"Are you alone?" Chengyi sneered, filled with deep disdain.

The gunman nodded, trembling with fear in his eyes.

"Looking at the accent, are you from Japan?" Chengyi asked.

"Yeah!" The man nodded.

"Then go to hell!"

Chengyi said nothing and pinched his neck.

Then he took out the fireball talisman given by Jiang Tian and hit him, burning him to the point where he was unrecognizable.

Whoosh!

Cheng Yi landed lightly on the ground, walked to Jiang Tian and reported a few words in a low voice.

"Let's go, it's time for the show to begin! Today, we set foot on Hong Kong Island!"

After Jiang Tian heard this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, threw the cigarette on the ground, stepped on it until it was broken into pieces, and walked quickly outside Temple Street.

…

The Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Center is located in Wan Chai. This gorgeous and unique building protrudes toward the sea like an island.

At night, like the surrounding skyscrapers, it is brightly lit and colorful. The nearby roads are heavily guarded and police cars patrol.

It has a parking lot with 1,300 parking spaces, and one luxury car after another slowly drove in under the command of security personnel.

Luxurious cars are everywhere and celebrities gather.

Rolls-Royce and Bentley are commonplace, reflecting the charm of Hong Kong Island from another side.

Tonight, a Lantern Festival Charity Dinner will be held at the Convention and Exhibition Center. Celebrities from Hong Kong, Macao, Taiwan and Mainland China will appear, including dignitaries and dignitaries.

8:30 p.m.

In the splendidly decorated convention and exhibition center, more than 300 rich and noble men and women from both sides of the Taiwan Strait and three places took their places.

Financial tycoons, political upstarts, celebrities, and aristocrats appointed by the British royal family gathered together.

Waitresses in formal attires shuttled around, polite and attentive.

At each entrance, there are security personnel in suits and leather suits, wearing miniature headsets and concealed pistols, with alert eyes and tight security.

The Red Peony Hall on the second floor of the Hong Kong Island Convention and Exhibition Center holds many important events, regardless of their nature.

Those who are qualified to enter this gorgeous hall and occupy a place in the VIP table must have extraordinary talents, and most of them are outstanding people in one field.

There are outstanding people, and of course there are many heroes.

Wei Duangong is in his early sixties. According to the ancient theory, sixty sixties generally refers to the elderly. However, Wei Duangong, who is tall and tall, seems to be still in the energetic middle age.

He has short, lean hair and a slight frost color on his temples. He doesn't look old, but adds a bit of mature charm to him.

Steady, capable and shrewd.

Wearing the glamorous coat of chairman of the board of directors of a multinational investment group, he walked into the hall surrounded by Xiang Qiangsheng, Yang Shoucheng and dozens of celebrities.

Everyone who knows him does not regard him as a businessman or financial tycoon, but as a hero in their minds!

A social tycoon who made the Number Gang firmly rooted in Europe, many people applauded his timely arrival.

Whether they were celebrities who were familiar with Wei Duangong or just casual acquaintances who had only met him a few times, they all left their seats and came over to shake hands with him, exchange greetings, and talk and laugh.

Many people feel satisfied and even proud of this.

Although some of the big bosses who maintained their high status did not leave their seats, most of them nodded and smiled at Wei Duangong who came over, as if they had said hello.

Those who play in clubs and have such connections and prestige are indeed something to be proud of.

Think about it, if the scoundrels in small counties in China become famous, they might be able to become brothers with a large number of powerful people at the bureau level, and even have a drink with the county magistrate and secretary.

Calculated in this way, the small commotion caused by Wei Duangong's appearance is not too shocking.

After Wei Duangong took his seat, several people who attracted the attention of the audience came one after another!

The heads of the four major families in Hong Kong, the magic master Xu Mozhai, the Treasure Island Bamboo Union Gang Wan Qili, and the Macau gambling king He Hongchen... arrived one after another.

The four major families of Li Chaoren, Shao Shikun, Guo Bingrui, and Li Zhaofeng are basically at the top of Hong Kong Island's wealth and power.

Wan Qili and He Hongchen can respectively represent the power of Taiwan and Macau.

Although Xu Mozhai's assets are far behind those of many wealthy people, he has the highest status and the most respect!

He is an expert in magic and is known as the patron saint of Hong Kong Island. Therefore, many wealthy people respect him even more than Superman Li.

Basically, these big families take turns hosting the Lantern Festival Charity Dinner every year, and this year, it’s the Li Chaoren family’s turn.

In short, Li Chaoren's family donated charity auction items for the wealthy people present to bid on, and the funds obtained from the auction were used as charity funds.

However, many people noticed today that in the brochure, the donations were for the "Chang Gung Charitable Foundation".

These giants came to the scene with far greater momentum than Wei Duangong.

After greeting everyone present, Li Chaoren and his group walked straight up the spiral staircase to the Bauhinia Hall upstairs.

There, there was a more high-profile party.