Song Laoke has no wife, but she has women, and there are several. However, those women do not live here, but are kept in other places. When needed, Song Laoke comes to the door and enjoy it. In his opinion, Xingfuchang is a place to do serious business, and it is difficult to do things with women.

After the accountant calculated the amount and put the money into a bag, Mr. Song took it and took the money back to the backyard with it.

Two men were guarding there, and when they saw him, they called him "Boss".

These are two confidant gang members, which is equivalent to personal bodyguards.

When you are in the road, you have many enemies and many enemies. You have to bring people to the outside world, so you can feel at ease.

Song Laoke's name is "Laoke", but he has always been cautious and rarely leaves the gang's territory.

On the territory, the Wolf Gang collects money according to the head of the people, but also has to pay the money. The one above them is the famous Longcheng.

However, this cannot be said that Longcheng is the backer of the Evil Wolf Gang, and it is not as good as that. To put it bluntly, the relationship between the two is just like the Evil Wolf Gang and the poor people at the bottom of the territory, and it is a subordinate relationship between rule and ruled.

Longcheng collects money harshly, and almost 40% of it is taken away every month. The remaining part is used to support people, and part of it is taken out by Song Laoke and treated as private property. The accumulation of sun and moon is also a considerable amount.

All the money is hidden in the yard.

There are banks in Shanghai, some are run by foreigners, some are run by Chinese, and some are joint ventures between China and foreign countries. But Mr. Song did not believe in banks, so he would rather sleep with his own money every day, so that he could be at ease.

"When Acai and Rotten Pi come back later, you can tell me."

Song Laoqi ordered, thinking that the two of them would go out to attack Tang Ye and transport their bodies to the river. They would probably take about an hour to go there.

"Yes, boss."

The two men answered respectfully.

He took out the key and opened the door lock. Song Laokuo entered the room and closed the door. He stopped behind the door habitually, waited for a while, and then entered the room and pulled out a rectangular wooden box from the corner of the bed.

The box is very sturdy, with a large lock hanging, and unlocked with a key. It is a white and yellow inside. It is mainly a bright ocean, and there is also a part of the "little yellow croaker", that is, gold bars.

No paper money.

Song Laoke distrusts the light currency issued from banks and always thinks it is a scam. Once the authorities change, the banknotes will turn into waste paper, worthless. How can silver dollars and gold bars be safe?

At this time, the king's flag changed from the top of the city. Sometimes this commander took power, and sometimes that commander took power. The orders changed every day, and it was messy.

He took a strong breath, reached in, and slowly touched it, narrowing his eyes with great pleasure. After touching for a while, Mr. Song took out his income today and put it in gently, so as not to be heard by outsiders.

Bang!

A dull sound came from outside, wrapped in the sound of wind and rain, and I didn't hear it very clearly.

Mr. Song was very alert and quickly locked the box, put it back in place, then walked out, paused, opened the door, and looked at it.

It was already dusk, and it was raining, and it was dim and the vision became blurred.

Mr. Song shouted loudly: "She-shirt is bright!"

No one heard answers.

Song Laoke was stunned and shouted again: "Liu Bing!"

Still no one answered.

What's going on?

The two should stay outside and stay away.

Pang!

A sudden figure rushed over, and the strong wind and rain were like a rain.

Song Laoke had already been on guard and reacted quickly, so he retreated quickly. He retreated urgently and knocked over the chairs and tables in the room.

One person rushed into the room, with a thin body, wearing a felt hat, and water dripping down from the brim of the hat.

"you……"

The other party raised his head and with the help of the electric lights in the room, Song Laoke recognized him: "Is it you a little bastard?"

Tang Ye appeared here, and there was no doubt that A Cai and Rotie who were sent out were probably dead. And Liu Bing, who were guarding outside the door, was probably in danger.

How did he do it?

impossible!

Could it be that Old Ghost Yang took action?

In this way, Tang Ye's appearance on the street was not accidental, but intentional, like the bait that deliberately caused Song Lao Ku to be deceived.

But now, those are no longer important.

Song Laokui couldn't help but retreated until his back was against the wall, and he felt a little relieved. He did not shout for help rashly. His yard was a little far from the front yard, and the gambling stalls outside were lively and very noisy. In addition, the wind and rain, and the sound of thunder and lightning were heard, it was difficult to hear the sound of help.

He calmed down and asked in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"

Tang Ye looked cold: "You sent someone to kill me, and you asked me what I was going to do?"

Song Laoke's eyes flashed, fearing that Yang Sanshou would suddenly come out when he was hiding, so he pretended to be confused and said, "When will I send someone to kill you?"

Tang Ye was preparing his power to find Song Laoke’s flaw: “That person named ‘Raw Skin’ has helped everything.”

After dealing with the young man with a knife, he hid the body aside. After waiting for a while, someone sneaked up to see it. Tang Ye was not polite and took the other party down. This guy was timid and immediately said everything after his wrist was twisted off.

Of course, Tang Ye was wandering outside today, because he was coming for Xing Fuchang. When he learned enough information, he turned into the yard and attacked him and knocked down the two men guarding outside in surprise.

Damn idiot...

Mr. Song cursed inwardly, but was not panicked. When he noticed that Tang Ye was breathing, he immediately understood: the other party must have consumed a lot of money when fighting with A Cai and others one after another. After all, he was just a teenager. Although he practiced martial arts, his body still looked thin.

This may be an opportunity.

Mr. Song thought, and said, "You can't escape if you kill my people. There are dozens of my brothers outside, and they will come soon..."

As he said that, he suddenly picked up a chair and smashed it towards Tang Ye.

At this time, everything you say is fake. You can die quickly when you talk more. Mr. Song understands this principle. He just deliberately distracted Tang Ye and immediately attacked him when he has the chance.

Whoosh!

Tang Ye was prepared for a long time, so he avoided the enemy sideways and rushed over.

Bang!

It was like a firecrackers sounding on the ground, and there was a sound of gunfire and smoke rising from gunpowder.

Song Laoke had a black revolver on his right hand.

He is not a formal trainer. He had been preparing for self-defense many years ago, so he bought the pistol at a high price and kept it with him in case of emergency.

Today, it came in handy.

No matter how good your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives, let alone gunfire?

This shot should have hit Tang Ye, but Mr. Song is not good at shooting skills. He usually practices less and uses less. First, the bullets are expensive and difficult to buy; second, there are subordinates who charge in the battle, so he has been pampering for a long time.

Song Laoke's shooting skills are actually very careless, but Tang Ye just rushed to the scene, and they were close to each other. With a raised hand, the chance of hitting is quite high. I don't know where he hits or whether he hits the key...

"You bastard want to kill me? Dream!"

When Song Laoke saw Tang Ye fall to the right, he stepped forward and wanted to make another shot for safety reasons.

call!

Tang Ye bounced up suddenly, kicked out in the air, and hit Song Laomao's neck firmly.

This kick was really powerful. Mr. Song's fragile cervical spine seemed to be kicked off, and the person fell to the ground and disappeared.

Bloody 5!

Tang Ye stood still, gasping for breath. His right arm was dyed red and blood dripped to the ground.
Chapter completed!