Chapter 133 Incident

Gun Youliang was even more anxious when he saw that I was indifferent.

"Brother Jin! There is no place for you in the gang. The boss is Fei Tong now. He has always had a grudge against Master Rong and will kill you!"

I picked up a bottle of Coke from beside me and opened the cap.

"Gun Youliang, go now."

"Go...?"

"The next thing is between Master Tong and me. You will get yourself into trouble if you stay here."

I took a sip of Coke. It was room temperature and not tasty.

Gun Youliang was silent for a long time before he slowly stood up.

He paid the store owner for the noodles, then turned around and bowed to me: "Brother Jin, you helped me before. If you need me in the next life, just tell me..."

"Okay, let's go." I waved my hand.

Gun Youliang thought for a while, took out a folding knife from his pocket and put it in front of me: "Brother Jin, for self-defense."

"I never pick up knives when fighting." I shook my head, "Take it."

"You take it, Brother Jin, I can't help you with anything."

Watching him walk out of the noodle shop with his head back every few steps, my heart still couldn't calm down.

I'm really stupid, what happened?

The old man and I stayed quietly together in the noodle shop, he washed the dishes, I drank Coke, and no one spoke.

Twenty minutes later, there was a sound of cars on the street outside the door, and more than a dozen cars parked outside the house.

A large group of serious-looking people rushed in at the same time.

I haven't seen most of these people, but I know the man in the lead.

Brother Chong, the white paper fan in the gang.

There is a narrow scar on his face from the left forehead to the right chin, which is very conspicuous.

Brother Chong came to me, sat down slowly, and picked up another bottle of Coke.

"Room temperature." I said.

"It's okay." He bit the bottle cap with his teeth and drank several big mouthfuls.

He bit his lip and looked like he had something to say.

"Brother Chong, is it necessary to make such a big scene to come and see me?" I looked at the dozens of people crowded in the room, expressionless.

"Four years ago, you were the most ferocious Red Stick. You were able to knock down 37 people with your bare hands. How could you do it without such a scene?"

"So... does Master Tong have something to say to me?"

Brother Chong thought for a moment, turned around and said to everyone: "You go wait on the street, and you are not allowed to come in without my order."

"Yes, Brother Chong."

After everyone left, Brother Chong sighed deeply.

"Ah Jin, why do you want to come back?"

"This is my home, why can't I come back?"

Brother Chong grabbed my collar and said in a suppressed voice: "Ah Jin! Both Tong Ye and I wanted to let you go, but you came back in a swagger and beat someone up. How do you want him to deal with this matter? You are the confidant of the traitor!"

If you say that Brother Chong wanted to let me go, I can still understand it, after all, he used to take care of me.

But what reason does Tong Ye have to let me go?

"Master Rong is not a traitor." I said, "There must be some misunderstanding."

Brother Chong sighed helplessly after hearing this, he loosened his hand, and then took out two things from his arms.

On the left is a plane ticket, and on the right is a motorcycle key.

"Ah Jin, choose for yourself. Go to Thailand, Tong Ye has a job for you to do, and I guarantee that you will not starve to death in the second half of your life. Or ride the motorcycle on the back door and leave, and don't show up again in the future."

Brother Chong seemed to have met me for the first day, and he actually asked me to choose.

"I don't choose either of them, Brother Chong, I'll take your car." I stood up and walked out the door.

Brother Chong shook his head, put away the things on the table, and followed behind.

Just as I was about to go out, I remembered something again.

"Brother Chong, I don't have any money, you pay for those two bottles of Coke."

...

There was no change in the gang, but the thugs passing through the hall were all replaced by Tong Ye's people.

I know that Tong Ye is moody, he has been rubbing against Rong Ye for many years, and I am undoubtedly the biggest thorn in his side.

"Tong Ye, A Jin is here." Brother Chong knocked on the door.

"Let him in."

Brother Chong nodded, stood outside the door and opened it, and I stepped into the room.

The light in the room was very dim, smoke was lingering, and the sound of Buddhist beads twisting could be heard faintly.

"Tong Ye, A Jin." I said.

"Pray incense to the Second Master." Tong Ye's low voice came from the shadows.

I nodded, walked to the statue of Guan Erye nearby, raised three incense sticks to my forehead, and bowed respectfully three times.

"Come." Master Tong waved his hand while sitting in the dark.

I sat down in front of Master Tong and called out, "Master Tong."

"Well, A Jin..." Master Tong sat on the sofa with a big belly, twisting his bracelet in his hand, "I heard about you when you were working under the gambler Rong. You were very popular."

"Master Tong is too kind. I, A Jin, am just a reckless man who only knows how to fight."

"Nonsense." Master Tong coughed weakly, "I heard that the gambler Rong sent you to learn the most popular fighting techniques in the world. If it weren't for these four years of hard work, you would be a professional boxer now."

"Yes, Master Rong taught me how to make a living. He is my benefactor. A Jin will never forget it."

Hearing this, Master Tong paused while twisting his bracelet, and then said, "But A Jin, the gambler Rong broke the gang rules. What do you think...how should this account be settled?"

I nodded and said, "I don't believe that Master Rong stole the money. Two million is not a small amount. He won't be so confused."

After hearing this, Mr. Tong snorted coldly, threw the bracelet in his hand on the table, and then straightened up from the darkness, revealing his bloated face.

"Ah Jin, it's not "stealing money", but "owing money". He asked me for two million, and when it was time to pay back the money, he ran away. "Tong Ye gritted his teeth and said, "That Fenchang didn't take money from the gang, it was my money..."

"What……?"

Tong Ye looked very angry. He took a few deep breaths before slowly calming down. Still biting his back molars, he asked, "What do you think we should do?"

"Can my life be worth it?" I asked.

Tongye didn't say anything, he just picked up the bracelet again and continued to twist it with his eyes closed.

I waited for a few seconds, but Tong Ye still didn't speak. I thought I understood what he meant.

"Thank you, Mr. Tong, for making it possible."

I stood up, took out the folding knife from my pocket, took two steps back, and put it against my neck.

But before I could cut it off, two people suddenly rushed out from behind me and pinned me down on the table.

I didn't realize there was someone else hiding in this room.

"Good boy, you're so talented." Tong Ye nodded, and he laughed dryly a few times before his face immediately darkened, "Ah Jin... But what's the use of my taking your life? My money Woolen cloth?"

"Master Tong, I'm useless. I can't get out two million." I was pressed on the table and gritted my teeth and said, "How do you want to settle this account? How can you let Master Rong go?"

"Ah Jin... Ah Jin, you are really stupid." Tong Ye stretched out his hand, and the person next to him handed him a cigarette and lit it, "You have been squatting in the kiln for four years for the gambler Gui Rong. Come out Then I still have to protect him from the knife, so why bother?”

"I said before, Master Rong is kind to me."

"But he has always used you as a gunman and never cared about your life or death." Tong Ye took a puff of cigarette and asked seriously, "That fanchang named Gun Youliang is neither mine nor yours, why? Why should I take you to Mong Kok?”