The "delivery" of the battle book was successful. Ding Xiaoshan and others ran into the woods for the first time. The guards in the manor reacted and swarmed up the mountain to search, but they found nothing.
"What, someone sent me a letter?"
In the manor villa, the bald boss Nanliu was lying in the bathtub, enjoying a spa massage. Next to him were two girls with good builds and looks serving. When he took the envelope sent by his hand, he glanced at the blood stains on it. Suddenly showed a fierce expression.
The sneak attack on Zhang Feng failed. His subordinates lost two eighth-rank masters. Nan Liu fled back and dropped several vases, and finally had to use a woman to vent his anger.
Within two hours after receiving it, the bosses of the other six companies called one after another and asked him to explain, otherwise the matter would not end.
A total of seven bosses jointly attacked Zhang Feng. More than one hundred and fifty martial artists, all masters of rank six and seven, had less than twenty people who fled back. It can be said that the losses were quite heavy.
Nanliu had suffered heavy losses and had no place to reason. Where could he control other people, he turned off his mobile phone and asked a woman to comfort his soul...
"Made, it's really a war book!"
Nan Liu opened the envelope, took out the letter paper and glanced at it, but his face was blue.
The title of Zhanshu was two words, and the title was raised up. It was actually "Bald Guy", or Chinese, and Nan Liu almost squirted blood out of anger.
There were not many people in the whole *** who had the courage to call him bald guy.
Looking further down, Nan Liu's face is getting more and more ugly, and there is not much content in the war book. It is straightforward to tell him that he will fight the dock, wash his neck and wait for death, otherwise all the industries will be demolished.
Signature: Zhang Feng!
"Fuck, Zhang Feng, do you think you are so awesome? This is not Huaxia, it is ***, I can call out hundreds of people, and the grinding will grind you to death!"
Nan Liu was furious, and immediately got up from the bathtub naked, walked into the bedroom and picked up the phone...
Half an hour later, his eldest brothers gathered in the living room of the manor. Sixteen eldest brothers, as well as their bodyguards or younger brothers who could beat them, gathered in the living room for a while.
"You are all your own, I won't talk nonsense."
Nanliu wore a black Tang suit with a yellow tiger head embroidered on his chest and a big bald head.
People can recognize it at a glance, this is the boss of the black society.
Under everyone's gaze, Nan Liu patted the war book on the table, first told Zhang Feng how arrogantly he was, aroused the feelings of the same enemy, and then gave orders.
"At eight o'clock tonight, you guys bring all the little brothers. Anyone who can fight must not be less than one. Wait for more weapons, spray guns and guns. I want to see if Zhang Feng is an iron strike!"
As the words spread, a roar suddenly sounded, and the sixteen bosses and their little brothers were all roaring in response to Nan Liu.
After shouting for a while, Nan Liu waved his hand to suppress the emotions of the people, and said loudly: "In addition, Abno, you are going to prepare a few dead men with explosive orders on them. When fighting chaos, send them out and hold Zhang Feng to detonate. , Understand?"
Hearing this, a man who also had a bald head but looked very thin, like a bamboo pole, stood up. Although he was not good in shape, he had a pair of cold and sulky eyes, and his eyes looked like poisonous snakes.
"Boss, don't worry, the people under me won't make money, and they won't watch the market, but killers are good at everybody!" Abno smiled sullenly, and the night owl screamed, making everyone present to show their anger. Comfortable expression.
Everyone dares to scorn, because Abno is the most trusted subordinate of Nanliu. The people under his hand are all desperadoes. They don't take their own lives in their hearts, and they dare to die with you if they give me some money. Kind of.
Nan Liu nodded to Abno with satisfaction, then looked at the crowd, grinning, and said gloomily: "This is San Fernando, my site in Nan Liu, Zhang Feng is here, we can't do without the meeting ceremony, now, you immediately Send someone to find his foothold and catch all the women around him!"
After speaking, there was another burst of laughter.
Dozens of people understand the intention of catching a woman, not only to make themselves happy, but also to humiliate Zhang Feng.
Nanliu had no other arrangements. The sixteen bosses each arranged to go to the site to find Zhang Feng's foothold, and then they all gathered their personnel to prepare for the night's battle.
San Fernando is considered to be the most prosperous city. As soon as night fell, the city gradually quieted down. Only a few nightclubs on the streets were lit up with neon lights.
Ordinary people return home to reunite with their families, and on the street, teams of people
Crossing the streets and alleys, questioning everywhere, gave the city a little dignified atmosphere.
At a pier in the port, high-altitude spotlights illuminate hundreds of people gathered below, everyone holding weapons such as swords and axes, and the atmosphere is particularly depressing.
The Southern Sixth Dama Jindao sat on an imperial chair with a disdain on his face.
"Boss, it's time, eight o'clock." A younger brother stepped forward and whispered.
"Zhang Feng hasn't arrived yet?" Nan Liu frowned and asked.
The little brother shook his head and said, "Boss, the whole port is under our people's control. Don't even try to avoid our eyeliner when a mouse comes in, but no one comes in!"
Hearing that, Nan Liu's face was ugly, and he even felt like he was being tricked. If that were the case, where would he put his face as the boss
"Watch me closely, don't let it go in the water. I heard that Zhang Feng's water is very good." Nan Liuyin said.
Without saying anything, he was afraid that his majesty would be harmed.
Ten minutes later, the younger brother ran over again and said nervously, "Boss, there is still no one, but..."
"But what?" Nan Liu asked eagerly.
"But..." the younger brother hesitated and said after holding back for a long time: "Jack, who is in charge of watching the scene at most nightclubs, called and said that a few Chinese came here, yelling about the miss, and it looked like he was coming. Find the fault."
"What, find the fault?" Nan Liuyi's face was stunned. He was waiting for Zhang Feng to show up. Who cares about the guests who are finding fault.
"Boss, do you want to transfer a few people back to help?" The younger brother said again.
South Six was on fire, and he slapped the little brother on the face and cursed: "The guy who sent a fart, Jack has a dozen people watching the nightclub. They can't handle the few troubled guests. I raise him. Does he help me eat?"
The little brother was beaten up and dared not speak with his head down.
But at this moment, his cell phone rang again.
He didn't dare to answer the phone in front of the boss, but the phone ringing kept ringing.
"Hurry up and answer the phone!" Nan Liu said boredly.
The younger brother hurriedly answered. Hearing the other party’s voice, his face changed drastically. He clutched his phone and said: "Boss, it’s not good. That group of Chinese people are Zhang Feng’s men. They smashed the nightclub. More than forty women inside were all taken away!"
(End of this chapter)