Chapter 78 (1/2)

Dongcheng District, Qingyun River, Longhu wharf.

This is different from the abandoned wharf of flying fish wharf. It is a wharf operated by ships, with many factories in operation and warehouses storing a large amount of goods.

This is the industry of Zhou family in Qingyun city.

The workers who usually work in factories and docks have disappeared, and the site has been cleared.

On the open concrete floor beside the wharf, there are dozens of off-road vehicles, on which there are some tough men. The teams of both sides seem to be facing each other.

There was a tea table in the middle, with two people sitting opposite each other.

Shen San was wearing a flowery shirt and twisting Buddhist beads. Facing him was a young man with a cold temperament, wearing a brown jacket and extremely sinister eyes.

In the nearby arena, a big man with a mountain knife was fighting with a middle-aged man in his thirties. They exchanged fists, swords, and deadly moves. They were all fighting at each other's harm. It was thrilling to watch.

"Dang!"

At this time, the mountain knife on the big man's hand was broken into two pieces by his opponent's bare hands, and then fell to the ground with a jingle. After that, the big man was kicked out of the challenge arena, fell to the ground heavily, vomited a lot of blood, and then fell unconscious.

Pop!

The young man in the brown jacket clapped and laughed.

"Good fight!"

"Third Master, there is no one around you who can fight." Zhou Bin said with a smile, and his face was full of satisfaction. "Master Liu abandoned more than a dozen of your cadres alone. Even master Liu and his two elder martial brothers have no chance to fight! "

Shen San's face was very ugly. He looked at a dozen underground boxers and experts lying on the ground behind him. They were still rolling and sobbing. All of them were disabled. Those who broke their hands and feet were disabled.

Shen San asks Zhou Bin to fight according to Lin Yin's orders. According to the old rules of the river, both sides send people to fight at the wharf and decide the territory of Dongcheng District. As a result, I didn't expect that there were more than a dozen ruthless hands in the underground boxing field, and several practitioners in the martial arts school, none of them could fight.

It's said that Zhou Bin's three masters of traditional Chinese arts are still brothers of the same school. He only sent one of his worst martial arts, younger martial brother Liu, out to win more than ten rounds. His own people can't even fight others with a knife.

"Third Master, I don't think anyone dares to come up to you." Zhou Bin blew the hot tea cup and said with a smile, "I respect you as the elder brother Pao of Qingyun city. Well, this box of money is for the brothers' tea fee. In the future, don't come back to Dongcheng District!"

With that, Zhou Bin snapped his fingers. A foreign bodyguard behind him threw a black suitcase on the tea table. When he opened the suitcase, it was full of bright knives.

"It's a million dollars. Take it away." Zhou Bin says triumphantly, a pair of eat settle Shen three appearance.

"Well! Do you want to take the Dongcheng District? It's a dream Shen San Leng snorted, but he didn't look at the box of dollars on the table. "Zhou Bin, if you don't want to die, you'll take people out of Dongcheng District right away. If you're late, you won't have a chance!"

Zhou Bin sneered and said in a gloomy voice: "Shen San, you can't stand me. You can't fight in the challenge arena. Just fight with me with your long guns?"

"Don't challenge my patience! Why don't you get out of the east side? What are you waiting for? "

Shen San's face was not good-looking. He said in a deep voice, "if you want to eat Dongcheng, you have to ask my elder brother if you agree!"

"Are you bluffing me?" Zhou Bin smashed his cup.

Dong!

Zhou Bin was surrounded by two middle-aged men in white training suits. Their bodies suddenly burst out like thunder. In an instant, they clasped Shen San's shoulders on both sides and pressed him on the tea table, unable to move.