Three days later, at the Huang Group, a black BMW, followed by a white van, slowly drove out of the group's gate and headed towards Nanhua Street. The car stopped at the dilapidated gate of the Tianqi Cement Factory.
Tianqi Cement Factory is an abandoned factory, with abandoned equipment and hardened bags of cement everywhere. Boss Huang walked in, accompanied by Lao Hei, and followed by a dozen men in suits, all of whom were burly and fierce, and they were all capable men under the various shareholders of the company.
Suddenly, a black figure flashed past on the low wall of the factory.
The factory was not big. Boss Huang and his men came to the door of a dilapidated warehouse. Standing at the door were two burly men wearing sunglasses and with indifferent faces! When they saw Boss Huang and his men coming, their expressions did not change at all.
"Stop, your boss goes in, no one else is allowed to go in!"
"If we don't go in, how can we guarantee Mr. Huang's safety!" Lao Hei said sternly.
The two bodyguards didn't say anything. They only heard one sentence from inside, "Let them come!"
Boss Huang didn't even look at the two bodyguards, and strode inside. There was a chair in the warehouse, and a middle-aged man in a coat sat with his back to the door, smoking a cigar and blowing out one or two smoke rings from time to time. Next to him stood a group of people dressed in Japanese samurai costumes, one of whom was holding a samurai sword. As expected, it was Yamamoto Ichiro and a group of people in his organization who had sneaked into China from Japan with Xue Zhengping.
"Just tell me what you want to say, Boss Xue!" Boss Huang spoke directly to Xue Zhengping without even looking at Yamamoto Ichiro and his gang.
"Be straightforward! I like people who are straightforward. I don't want to waste any more time talking. I want all the shares you hold in the Huang Group!" Xue Zhengping stood up from his chair, turned around and faced Boss Huang, exhaled a puff of smoke and said.
"You know this is impossible!" Boss Huang rejected his words.
"Humph! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Impossible? Bring them up!" Xue Zhengping smiled contemptuously and shouted to the person behind him.
At this time, several men who looked like bodyguards came out of a room with the tied Huang Jiaxin, whose mouth was sealed with tape.
"Jiaxin!" Boss Huang called out.
Huang Jiaxin struggled hard, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free from the strong hands of the two burly men.
"Let her go!" Lao Hei said in a low voice.
Xue Zhengping glanced at Lao Hei and said, "You are the one who assassinated me two years ago!"
"Yes! It's me, your grandpa!"
"Good! Good! If you can give up your old master and follow me now, I promise that you will get a higher position than your current one! And you won't have to be a dog by his side!" Xue Zhengping laughed.
"Dream on!" Lao Hei directly rejected Boss Huang's temptation, because if you are out there and don't have a sense of loyalty and just change jobs casually, you will have to sleep in fear every day, because you never know which enemy will come and stab you.
"Okay! Mr. Yamamoto, thank you for your help!" Xue Zhengping said to the leader of the group of Japanese warriors.
"Yeah!" Ichiro Yamamoto nodded and walked forward.
"My name is Ichiro Yamamoto, please give me some advice!" Ichiro Yamamoto looked at Lao Hei.
Lao Hei also stepped forward and looked at the Japanese warrior. Lao Hei found that this Japanese warrior was very powerful and was probably not inferior to himself. It seemed that Xue Zhengping was well prepared. When Lao Hei was looking at Yamamoto Ichiro, he saw Yamamoto Ichiro yelling and pulling out his samurai sword to chop at Lao Hei. The blade tore through the air and quickly appeared above Lao Hei's head with a sound of breaking through the air. Lao Hei was shocked. He did not expect him to attack suddenly. Lao Hei turned over and somersaulted backwards, but because Yamamoto Ichiro attacked suddenly and his strength was not inferior to his own, Lao Hei did not completely avoid his blade, and a blood mark appeared on his chest. Lao Hei touched the wound. The wound was not very deep. For Lao Hei, it did not affect his combat effectiveness.
Seeing that this sudden attack did not cause much damage to the man in front of him, Ichiro Yamamoto could not help but take it seriously, because he had just used 80% of his strength, and the average bodyguard would have been split in half by him. He tightened the samurai sword in his hand, and this time, he used 100% of his strength. The direction of this knife was very tricky, slashing towards Lao Hei's armpit. Lao Hei dodged sideways, and the tip of the knife rubbed the corner of Lao Hei's clothes. Then, Ichiro Yamamoto's offensive did not weaken. The knife flashed, and after a few rounds, Lao Hei's body had more than a dozen blood marks of varying depths. Lao Hei saw that he was no match for him with his bare hands, so he rolled forward and picked up a rusty iron rod on the ground, roared and rushed towards Ichiro Yamamoto. The two of them fought each other with a knife and a stick, and it was difficult to tell who would win.
Suddenly, with a "click", the iron rod in Lao Hei's hand was cut in half by Yamamoto Ichiro's sharp samurai sword. Lao Hei didn't stand firmly, and Yamamoto Ichiro seized the opportunity and stabbed Lao Hei with the tip of the knife. Lao Hei's heart skipped a beat. Originally, the two of them were almost the same in strength, and a mistake could allow the opponent to take the lead. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Lao Hei's head. At this moment, a big hand grabbed Yamamoto Ichiro's wrist. No matter how hard Yamamoto Ichiro tried, he couldn't make the tip of the knife drop a little. Yamamoto Ichiro, Lao Hei and everyone present stared at the man who appeared in front of them. Long Xiangtian was holding a cigarette and one hand in his pocket. Suddenly, he exerted force on his hand, and Yamamoto Ichiro wailed in pain. With a crisp sound of broken bones, the samurai sword in Yamamoto Ichiro's hand fell down. Long Xiangtian caught it and put it on Yamamoto Ichiro's neck.
Everyone around was stunned, especially Xue Zhengping. He was about to win, but out of nowhere this person appeared and easily subdued the master he invited from Japan. His disbelief could be seen from his expression.
"Could it be that this old man Huang has other experts around him? That shouldn't be the case. Although Huang Guoxing has a good influence in Jiangyuan, this small city of Jiangyuan is insignificant in the international arena. It's already good enough for him to have an expert of that man's level around him. A higher-level expert would definitely not condescend to work under such a small force!" Xue Zhengping thought to himself.
"My friend, we have nothing to do with each other. Today's matter is a personal grudge between me and Old Man Huang. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!" Xue Zhengping said kindly.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to die, let go of Miss Huang and get out!" Long Xiangtian ignored Xue Zhengping's kind words.
"Boss, why are you here?" Lao Hei asked in surprise.
"We'll talk later!"
Xue Zhengping saw that Long Xiangtian refused to accept his toast, so he waved his hand at the Japanese warriors beside him and said, "Go!" But the Japanese warriors beside him had no intention of taking action. Long Xiangtian had subdued his boss so easily, and even if he went up, he would not be able to fill the gaps between the teeth of the opponent. Suddenly, Xue Zhengping panicked.
Long Xiangtian threw the samurai sword in his hand, and it flew into the ground in front of Xue Zhengping. Then he kicked Yamamoto Ichiro in the abdomen. Yamamoto Ichiro immediately flew out like a deflated balloon, rolled on the ground for several times, and then fainted in front of Xue Zhengping like a dead dog.