Chapter 319 The best old gangster

The photographer put away the folding fan and said with a smile: "This guy is such a bad word. Those who look at the physiognomy can deceive you for ten or eight years, but what I, Mr. Liu, said is..."

"Then aren't you looking at the photos?" The girl's words were pushed back by Li Junfan on the side.

Lin Shaoqiu waved his hand and said to the photographer, "There is no need to look at the appearance, I want to find someone." As he said that, he took a note in his hand and handed it to the photographer in front of him. Anyway, the person who is looking at the appearance asked about marriage, finding someone, and doing any job of calculating characters. Even if he couldn't tell, he could still ask him if he knew Xiao Liu. Since Xiao Liu was on Temple Street, then asking these people who set up stalls on Temple Street could more or less know.

"It's okay to find someone, wait for me to see..." The only person in the photo saw the word "Xiao Liu" on the note, and his face became embarrassed. He returned the note to Lin Shaoqiu. After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave, but he ran into someone head-on. The man grabbed the collar and lifted it up like a chicken.

There were more than a dozen people standing behind the man, and each of them looked unkind.

"Don't you want to clear the accounts?"

"No... it's not that it's unclear. Brother Fengliu, give me two more days, only two days. In two days, I will definitely clear the account with capital and interest." The girl said with a bitter face, and there was no power to tie the chicken in front of that person.

"Two days, two days, two days, two days, two days, two days, two days, two days, two days, two days, two days..."

Every time the man said it, he would slap the girl on the face, one forehand after another and another forehand, and then let go of her hand, saying, "One day! I will send the account to the mahjong hall before tomorrow, otherwise I will be careful that I will make you a fucking pig's head, haha!"

He smiled, and the dozen people behind him also started to laugh like a flatterer.

The girl laughed and rubbed her face that was slapped and she pointed at Lin Shaoqiu and the others and said, "By the way, Brother Fengliu, they are looking for you!" After that, she covered her face with her hands and ran back to her stall.

Li Junfan was quite surprised when he heard what the photographer said, but Lin Shaoqiu frowned deeply.

This man probably looks over forty or fifty years old, but he has long hair curled over his shoulders, and is so yellow that it is dark. He is wearing big sunglasses that can cover half of his face. He is dressed in a tulle shirt that looks like a lot of colors of oil. What's even more terrifying is that under his flap-free jeans without a belt, he is wearing a pair of milky white pointed leather shoes.

A hooligan! An old hooligan! An old hooligan who is rusty and self-righteous!

Is Mr. Ma’s old friend like this?

In Lin Shaoqiu's heart, Xiao Liu and Ma's heroic temperament were gone. Who could such an old hooligan take care of?

In the Macau Oriental Dragon Society, there are old hooligans like Xiao Liu, but they are all scumbags.

"Look for me?" The old hooligan Xiao Liu covered his nose with one hand, blew his nose to the ground in the street, rubbed his pants, and said while clenching his nose, "How much do you want to borrow? Is there a guarantee?"

Lin Shaoqiu lit up the half-100 dollar without saying a word. He hoped that the old hooligan would not have such surprised and puzzled eyes when he saw it, but he was wrong.

The old hooligan took the banknote with his hand that had blown his nose, stared at it for a long time, and said to himself: "The number is right, it's this one. Damn, that guy Lao Ma is not dead yet, haha! You are..."

Lin Shaoqiu frowned and said, "Something happened to Mr. Ma, please let me come to you..."

"Help? Impossible," Xiao Liu shook his head, with a hint of complexity in his smile, "I have to pay it back as soon as possible. Lao Ma has done a lot of bad things before, and it is normal for him to be retribution. I can't help him, and... I don't have the ability to help him."

Xiao Liu's words were ugly, but Lin Shaoqiu knew that what he was saying was the truth. Not to mention how capable an old gangster like Xiao Liu could be, it depends on his behavior of lending loans and collecting bad debts, which is just a top-notch old gangster. If you expect him to be helpful to the current situation of the Oriental Dragon Society, it would undoubtedly be too naive.

Lin Shaoqiu shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Something happened to the club. We have no place to go. Mr. Ma didn't say I'll come to ask you for help, but... let's join you."

Lin Shaoqiu was really reluctant to say the word "resignation".

"Oh, it's just for refuge, that's simple. I can't help Lao Ma, but it's still okay to give his people a few bites of food to eat. Haha, nephew, you can find me as soon as you come to Hong Kong, and you are quite capable..." The old hooligan Xiao Liu said as he stretched out his hands to hug Lin Shaoqiu, but Lin Shaoqiu grabbed the half-100 dollar bill and slapped away. Seeing this, the person behind the old hooligan quickly leaned forward and surrounded the two of them.

Li Junfan, who was beside Lin Shaoqiu, quickly set up his pose. As long as the other party had the intention to take action, he was definitely sure that he would take action faster than any other party. After following Lin Shaoqiu for so long, Li Junfan still had this enlightenment.

"Haha! It's so cool. It's really worthy of being the one that Lao Ma admires," the old hooligan Xiao Liu laughed dryly, and clenched the old acne scar on his face. He looked at Lin Shaoqiu with a playful look, "There are climaxes and low points in life, and it's impossible for you to be arrogant forever. Boy, look at you young, teach you a truth about being a human being. No matter how glorious a person is, don't forget the principle of drinking water and thinking about the source. If you come out, you have to be fucking righteous. Do you understand?"

It seemed that Ma Ye was not as loyal as him as Xiao Liu. Lin Shaoqiu felt uncomfortable and frowned and said, "Are you Xiao Liu?"

Lin Shaoqiu could not hear the old hooligan's principles of being a human being at this time, and he was just trying to determine whether he was Ma's old friend.

The old hooligan Xiao Liu did not answer Lin Shaoqiu's question directly, but laughed: "The dragon was played by shrimps while walking in shallow water, and the tiger was bullied by dogs. Nephew, do you think these two sentences are very reasonable now? I feel deeply that they are very empathetic, haha!"

The old hooligan spoke with thorns every word, as if he had a grudge against Ma Master. However, when he heard his nephews and nephews screaming, Lin Shaoqiu could guess that he must be Xiao Liu.

If it were the past, Lin Shaoqiu had to cut off his hand if he didn't knock his head. However, the human worldly experience in recent times has made Lin Shaoqiu much more restrained and made him much more sophisticated. He understood that even if force is the best way to solve the problem, it may not be the only way to solve the problem. So he smiled and said, "The dragon is also a dragon, and it is just a shrimp. If you can play it for a while, it can't play it for a lifetime. Similarly, it is still a tiger in the flat sun. Compared with it, it is nothing. Sooner or later, the dragon is still the same dragon, and the tiger is still the same tiger, which will make those shrimps and dogs pay a high price for their former stupidity."

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The old hooligan Xiao Liu nodded, "It's interesting, very interesting. Nephew, you can't even say you are not someone brought by Lao Ma. Haha, go east 800 meters and wait for me at the entrance of the Hongyun Martial Arts Hall!"

"Why?"

"Why? Because I have something to do now, I don't have time to greet you," said the old hooligan Xiao Liu, "You came to me with that piece of bad money. Didn't you ask you to surrender to me? And you said just now that you are here to surrender to me. Since you surrender to me, put away your previous tricks. When you arrive in my territory, you must tell my rules and listen to me."

Lin Shaoqiu still wanted to speak, but Xiao Liu took his men and left with a swaying look on his face, leaving a sentence without looking back: "Waiting for me at the gate of the Hongyun Martial Arts Hall!"

The Hongyun Martial Arts Hall is located on the east side of the banyan tree in front of the Tianhou Temple. There are the City God Temple, the Tianhou Temple, and the Guanyin Temple here. There is also a row of social altars and academies under the banyan tree. The small Tianhou Temple here has become the destination for various Hong Kong people and all kinds of idle people since the 1940s.

There is a low and old wooden building building. There is a huge plaque in the official script on the wooden fence on the second floor, with four big words "Hongyun Martial Arts Hall" written on it. The location of the martial arts hall is located on the narrow stairs. There is also a "Hongyun" beating hall below the first floor. Lin Shaoqiu and the others are standing at the entrance of the beating hall, waiting for the flute to flow over.

The martial arts hall above and the martial arts hall below is also a feature of the old streets in Hong Kong. It is thought that it is to facilitate the children in the museum. It is common for those who practice martial arts to suffer from bruises and injuries. The martial arts hall and the martial arts hall are set up together, which is more convenient.

The wooden stairs made a sound, and a yellow-haired boy with a sharp mouth and a monkey-brow ran down quickly, looked at Lin Shaoqiu and Li Junfan, and said unfriendly: "What are you doing standing here?"

Lin Shaoqiu glanced at the thing that was holding in the yellow-haired boy's arms: "Xiao Liu asked us to wait for him here."

"Brother Romance?"

At this time, the sound of wooden stairs stomping, and almost all the tattooed people with dragons, phoenix tattoos on their arms, chests, and backs quickly came from the martial arts hall upstairs to gather below. Looking at Lin Shaoqiu and the others' eyes, they looked exactly like the yellow-haired boy, and they were not friendly.

"Who is it?" One of them asked the yellow-haired man.

"How did I know? It was said that Brother Fengliu asked him to wait for him here," the yellow-haired boy waved his hand, "Stop talking about these things, are you all here? Let's go when you're all here."

"There are all people, where are the things?"

"It's all."

"Walk!"

Just as everyone left, the large piece of white cloth wrapped in the yellow-haired arms fell down accidentally. With a few "clang", a watermelon knife and two steel pipes were scattered on the ground.

"Where is the bag? Why don't you need to pack it?"

Huangmao said awkwardly: "The bag is broken, temporarily... temporarily..."

"Stop talking nonsense, go for a walk."

Huangmao picked up the watermelon knife and steel pipe bag, glared at Lin Shaoqiu, and hurriedly left with the group of people.

Lin Shaoqiu and Li Junfan looked at each other without saying a word.

What kind of person Xiao Liu is probably a person. Lin Shaoqiu naturally has a sense of responsibility in his heart. He is just an old gangster, but Lin Shaoqiu actually doesn't understand. Since he has a promise of one hundred dollars, I believe that the relationship between Ma Ye and Xiao Liu is probably quite good, but why did the two of them be one world before the incident in the club?

Mr. Ma was in charge of a large community in Macau, calling for the wind and rain, while Xiao Liu was so miserable in the Temple Street in Hong Kong, which made Lin Shaoqiu feel very strange.

However, Lin Shaoqiu has always believed in Ma Ye's vision. Even if Xiao Liu is a useless old hooligan and an old gangster, since Ma Ye will ask him to find Xiao Liu in such a situation, then Xiao Liu must have something worthy of Ma Ye's belief. Anyone in this world may harm him, but Ma Ye, who is like a relative, does not. Of course, there is also Li Junfan, a good brother who has established a relationship with him through life and death.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Liubing came. None of the people who were following him just now came, but he came to the Hongyun Martial Arts Hall alone.

The people in the martial arts hall seemed to have all been exposed just now, and only two young people were left eating supper. When they saw Xiao Liu, they all looked like they nodding and bowing.

Xiao Liu asked the two young men to take Li Junfan out for dinner, but he and Lin Shaoqiu stayed in the martial arts hall.

Lin Shaoqiu was not worried about the dangers that Li Junfan would have. It was not because of Li Junfan's skills, but because Xiao Liu was the one who even Ma Ye, who had a very accurate view of others, believed in him. There was no need to doubt him.

As soon as people left, only Xiao Liu and Lin Shaoqiu were left in the martial arts hall, which looked relatively spacious. Under the soft light, rows of leather sandbags and fashionable and modern fitness equipment looked very inconsistent with the decoration of the entire wooden building and wooden house-style martial arts hall. The gossip drawn on the ring in the middle of the martial arts hall looked a bit retro.

He threw a pair of fists to Lin Shaoqiu. Xiao Liu tied his long hair with a small rope, took off his floral shirt, exposed his weak-sturdy and somewhat thin muscles, took off his leather shoes and jumped onto the ring, put on the fists and hooked Lin Shaoqiu, and smiled and said, "Nephew, don't tell me that you can't punch, come up and have fun."

He looks very old and is still interested in boxing with young people. Xiao Liu is quite interesting. Lin Shaoqiu smiled, took off his T-shirt and put on his boxing gloves, and jumped onto the ring.

Although it will take half a year to learn fighting skills from the prince of Shenglianshe, and in this situation, something happened to Uncle Thirteen. As Uncle Thirteen's personal bodyguard, I don't know if the prince can be safe. I am afraid that the possibility of formal learning by becoming a disciple of the prince is gone. Lin Shaoqiu, who is not very skilled in boxing, smiled bitterly and shook his head and thought.

"The rules of boxing..."

"There is no rule. There is only one who defeats the opponent and is defeated by the opponent. If you don't want to be the person who is defeated by the opponent, just try your best to knock the opponent down!" After Xiao Liu said that, he did not be polite to Lin Shaoqiu, and hit his cheek with one punch.
Chapter completed!