Causeway Bay, East Star Territory---

Death Dance Hall---

In the dance hall, the light was dark, and only the stage was swaying with blurry neon lights.

In the middle of the stage, there was a row of people kneeling. In front of them, a fierce man was playing drums frantically. Next to him, a group of bands were cooperating with the men and playing exciting repertoire.

The fierce man was moving quickly and dazzlingly, and the drums were beaten by him, and it seemed that they were about to explode.

And every time the drum sounds hit the ground, he would use the drum beats the head of the person kneeling at his feet!

The man had been beaten with blood, but he didn't dare to move at all. He looked at his wrist with medical gauze wrapped around him, and blood overflowed from his wrist, which had just been sutured after surgery.

Needless to say, this unlucky guy who kneels on the ground and lets someone knocks on his head has no one else except Mao Shit.

Dongdongdongdongdong!!!

After a series of explosive drum beats, the local man pounded the drum on the surface of the gong, crisp and loud.

Taking a deep breath, the fierce man didn't even look at the bloody brother of Mao Shi, who was kneeling at his feet, stood up and stretched.

Under the dim light, he was wearing a sleeveless denim jacket with no shirt inside. He just exposed his strong body and four chocolate abdominal muscles on his abdomen were bulging high, giving people a sense of explosiveness full of strength.

Looking at his appearance, his long hair was broken, and the ends covered his left eye, making his eyes look gloomy through his hair, but his face was tough, especially his mouth was very big and cracked, revealing his white teeth.

At this moment, after the fierce man stretched his waist, he seemed to remember something, holding his drum and beating his hands, bowing deeply to the bottom of the stage with gentlemanly, just like a big performer at a concert, which seemed very serious.

After doing all this, the fierce man turned around and said to the bands that assisted the music, "How did I play just now? Did you make you very excited and passionate?!"

A bald man in the band hurriedly said, "Boss, your drumming skills are superb, we are almost unable to keep up!"

The fierce man grinned and hooked his fingers to the bald man.

The bald man walked forward happily, thinking there was a reward.

However, the fierce man reached out to grab his ear and shook his head vigorously: "I asked you if you are very excited, but I didn't ask if you can keep up! Are you deaf, or am I not explaining it clearly?!"

The bald man's ears were almost pulled off, and he grinned in pain, begging for mercy, "Oh my goodness, boss! I was wrong!"

The fierce man: "Since you know you are wrong, then change it!" After saying that, he said to the person around him: "Come on, drag it down and cut off his ear! You can't even hear my words clearly. What's the use of growing ears?!"

"No, boss! No!"

The bald man shouted heart-wrenchingly, but was dragged down by someone.

The fierce man twisted his neck mercilessly and looked at the bald head who was dragged away, "Hey, cut off your ears and feed them to the dog! My bulldog likes this kind of useless ears most!"

The people around him were silent.

The band members were trembling.

Brother Mao Shi, who was kneeling at the feet of the fierce man, was even more trembling. If he hadn't been supported by his willpower, he would have been limp on the ground.

The fierce man turned his head and glanced at the band members again, "You guys say, did I play happily just now?"

The group of people nodded repeatedly: "Hi, very excited! We are super excited!"

The fierce man grinned, "Hey, that's right! Be honest in life! If you say it's very exciting, you must be very excited! I like you---!" He snapped his fingers.

A little brother hurriedly stepped forward and handed the tray, and there was a stack of banknotes in it.

The fierce man didn't even look at it and directly scattered to the band members, "Reward you!"

The banknotes were scattered to the ground.

But no one dared to move.

The fierce man: "Why not pick it up?!"

Band members: “…?!”

I was afraid that this evil man would get angry again, so I hurriedly lie down to pick up the money.

Looking at the group of people lying down and kneeling in front of him, the fierce man raised his head and smiled strangely, making a strange "hoho" sound in his throat.

When he looked at the people who were picking up money, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain, and he spat: "Like a dog!"

After saying that, the fierce man took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, threw them, and held them in his mouth. Naturally, a younger brother next to him helped light the cigarette.

The fierce man grinned and said in a slander, "That 'Ben Lei Tiger' Lei Yaoyang always thought he was so great. He wore a suit and tie, and he also learned to listen to Mozart! My Mozart's mother! What's the use of listening to? Playing drums, can he do it?"

People around them were silent.

The fierce man scolded him and said, "You don't understand if you tell me, your cultural quality is low--that's what, I'll throw Ben Leihu's mother! Don't let me see him at the next club reunion, otherwise I will use my drum to blow his head!"

...

Soft big sofa---

Tempered glass large coffee table---

The fierce man leaned on the sofa, fiddling with the small drum in his hand, and the drum turned between his fingers, making him extremely flexible.

Brother Maoshi held his broken hand and knelt in front of the fierce man, trembling all over.

The little brothers following him were all kneeling on the ground, burying their heads, and did not dare to look at the fierce man leaning on the sofa in front of him.

"I asked you to grab the venue, but you gave me a broken hand and came back. What do you mean? Do you think I'm so bored recently, so I chopped my hand and gave me a drink?" The fierce man looked over.

Brother Maoshi shivered: "No, big guy! I was chopped down!"

"I was cut down? You are my Dongxing Crow. Can you dare to cut you down?!"

"He said it was Hongxing Ye Jindong!"

"Ye Jindong?" The fierce man--the crow narrowed his eyes, "It sounded familiar."

Mao Shit plucked up his courage: "It's the one who defeated Chen Haonan!"

The crow smiled, "So it's him!"

Standing up, the crow circled around the cat shit, "A few of them, beat you like this?"

"At first, there were a large group of people, at least four or five hundred, no, seven or eight hundred!" Mao Shi said tremblingly.

"What a fool!" The crow raised his foot and kicked the cat shit over. "How many people can he be with a new job? He has been killed by more than one hundred, and he has to die of four or five hundred, seven or eight hundred. Do you think I'm a fool?!"

Mao Shit didn't care much and hurriedly knelt on the ground and hugged the crow's thigh: "No, boss! I'm serious, I didn't lie to you!"

The little brothers who were kneeling behind also said hurriedly: "Yes, big guy, although there are not seven or eight hundred, there are indeed four or five hundred people!"

The crow pressed his drum and pointed at the kneeling younger brothers, "I like you very much--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"No, big guy, what we said is true!" The little guys were almost scared to tears. They knew that the crow was moody and might chop them up and feed them to the dog.

The crow laughed, "Okay, I believe you! Even if there are four or five hundred people in the street, why are you all back alive? Also, why are he the only one who broke his hands and you are all unscathed? Could it be that the street was the one who opened a good house?"

This time it was Maoshi's turn to help the younger brothers speak, "That fucking fucked so wild. He let us go and asked us to send a message for him---"

"Tell me? What's the message?"

"He said---" Mao Shi hesitated for a moment, "He said he would plant the flag in Causeway Bay within three days, and also said----I want to collect your skin for you!"

With a bang, the coffee table exploded!

The crow actually used a small drum beat to burst the tempered coffee table.

"Ye Jindong, I'm waiting for you! See who will help who will take off the skin!"

The crow gritted his teeth and was full of fierce flames!

On the ground---

The cat shits and the group of people were covered in blood after being crushed by the glass, but they didn't even dare to breathe.

Just then--

A voice said, "What are you doing with such a big fire? In my opinion, this is a good opportunity! I like it very much!"

While talking, a bald man with big and thick arms exposed came over from outside with a smile.
Chapter completed!