"Brother Qing! Qunying''s Artest took hundreds of people to tugua Bay and destroyed several fields of the water house! The water house is in Jotun. Now all the people in Yaumati have picked up the guys and rushed to tugua Bay." after receiving the news, Han Qingqing''s younger brother, carrying pole Wei, threw off the cigarette butts in his hand and quickly pushed open the door of a warehouse at Saigon wharf. He was shirtless and showed his strong upper body, He Hongshun, who is practicing boxing against the wooden man pile, shouted with a double flower red stick scarf.


    Hearing the voice of his men, Qingqing stopped waving his fist, took off the towel on the wooden man pile and wiped his sweat: "Artest died because his boss was lame and Cong, and now the whole person is crazy. If we continue this way, sooner or later, he will be dead in the street. Even if all the leaders of the water house court died in Malaysia, as the newspaper said, the water house is still big enough in Hong Kong. There are more than 10000 brothers. You can call hundreds of people out by whistling casually. Qunying must lose, but Artest can be brothers, In any case, help him once. Call dozens of brothers to accompany me to tuguawan and ask both sides not to do it for the time being. You go to inform heiziyao, Shapi dog and lard, and let them rush there. How can so many people come forward and speak to make both sides stop and fight so fiercely with the prefix? In the end, it will only be cheaper for the people of the East Guangdong gang or the Chaozhou gang. "


    "Just let Artest worship under Xingge''s door." shoulder pole Wei said next to him.


    Brother Xing is an old man who worships his family and is now one of Hong Shun''s uncles.


    Sweat towel Qing put a towel on his neck, put on a T-shirt, and walked towards the warehouse. When he heard his little brother talking, he smiled and said, "if Artest would change his court, he would have changed it! If he would worship brother Xing, Hong Shun might be able to thunder on the ground and lift him to make double flowers."


    When Khaki Qing and his men arrived at tougua Bay, they and Anle''s people and Chen Tai''s side had gathered in matouwei wooden house area of tougua Bay, killing red eyes. Almost half of the wooden house area burned. Thirty or forty members of the group of heroes gathered in Chen Tai, who was still shouting and fighting with blood all over, waved their weapons at he Anle''s members who were twice as many as their own!


    "Kill people and kill people? Make the wooden house area burn?" the scarves frowned. At this time, the people in the wooden house area either worried about being injured and fled away, or risked their lives to rescue those worthless belongings from the fire. The adults in the whole wooden house area cried and babies screamed, which looked more spectacular than the scenes of the two sides of the armed struggle.


    Without holding a towel, Qingqing took his iron whip from his younger brother, and then rushed towards the fierce crowd and shouted:


    "Stop! I''m Hong Shun! Stop! Artest is on the edge!"


    Some people who have been killed to death subconsciously wave a knife at him and are knocked to the ground by his leg lifting or backhand whipping. Moreover, he has just arrived, and his physical strength and endurance are not consumed. At this time, even the famous characters with red sticks in the field often can''t stop his three or five moves. He relaxed and opened a road by him. He just cut the fierce fighting crowd in two!


    "Dang!" the iron whip of the sweat scarf was placed on the samurai sword split by Chen Tai, and sparks splashed everywhere!


    Even though he had not participated in the war before and had outstanding physical strength, Chen Tai''s knife cleaved on the iron whip, still made his legs bend slightly and remove his strength.


    Chen Tai stared angrily at the scarf: "brother Qing, who are you supporting the water room?"


    With an iron whip in one hand, the scarf Qing held Chen Tai''s samurai sword, and with the other hand, he stopped at the water room behind him. He shouted in a hurry and quickly:


    "I''m not here tonight to stand up for either side! If I fight again, all the casualties will be with my own brothers!"


    "Ron Artest! Ron Artest! Pick your mother! I arrived so late! Ron Artest must be dead. There''s nothing to say. He''s my yellow paper brother. I swear not to be a man if I don''t avenge him!"


    "It doesn''t matter. It''s a big deal to die with you!"


    "He is your yellow paper brother, and you are our brother!"


    The voice of the scarves had just finished shouting, and another group of people had arrived in the distance. There were only more than 20 people. The first seven young people no more than 20 years old were carrying various weapons in their hands. When they saw the scene of more than 100 people ahead, they were not afraid at all. The seven young people were even shouting, apparently to help Chen Tai.


    "Arvin, I''m here!" Chen Tai heard his voice, grinned a little, took the samurai sword away from the iron whip of the sweat scarf, and shouted.


    Hearing Chen Tai''s response, one of the seven young people dressed as a waiter in a teahouse suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Taking the people behind him, regardless of other people''s obstruction, he rushed into the crowd and stood beside Chen Tai.


    "Brother Tong, we came late because we had to climb over the mountains from the countryside of Yuen Long. But don''t worry, we won''t step back if we leave the fortune teller here." the young man named ah Wen said awkwardly, holding an old Japanese Bayonet with a wooden handle in his hand.


    The sweat scarf looked at the young people. They were too young, even younger than Chen Tai. They couldn''t help patting Chen Tai on the shoulder and said:


    "Ron Artest, listen to my advice and stop? More than a dozen Boy Scouts came to be beheaded with you?"


    "Hey, where are you? Boy Scouts? My boy you..." a big eyed young man with a strong figure and fierce expression heard that they were boy scouts, and immediately scolded at him!


    Before he finished swearing, the palm of his sweat scarf had been thrown out of Chen Tai''s shoulder and pulled towards each other''s face!


    "Pa!" the bald youth in the middle of the seven youths stopped in front of his companion, and the hand of the scarves snapped on his wrist! The baldheaded youth was hit by this, and his face showed two points of pain. However, he tried to restrain his anger, stretched out his arm to stop his companions, so as to prevent them from impulse, and said:


    "Leopard! Don''t be impulsive!"


    The sweat scarf looked at the steady and calm bald youth with two eyes: "boy, are you also a group of heroes?"


    "Hongmen, Changle," said the bald young man, neither humble nor arrogant.


    Chen Tai also stepped forward at this time, calmly said to the scarf Qing: "brother Qing, Arvin is my yellow paper brother, his friend is my brother, I..."


    "When I just made a mistake? I''ll advise you to stop, not turn against you. If I don''t take you as a brother, I won''t come to touguawan to see you tonight!" the scarf pointed to the distant fire and said: "Do you have to die hundreds of people to be willing? Do you want to stop until all the brothers of Qunying die together with you? If you keep the green mountains, you''re not afraid of no firewood! Besides, if you kill people, you''ll kill people. Do you want to set fire to the house?"


    A few hundred meters away from the scene, Zhang Rongjin, who looked at the scene with a telescope in his hand, scolded: "it''s fun to play, jump out of an obstacle ghost."


    In a police command car behind him, Qiao Dingguo, chief inspector of Kowloon Police District, knocked impatiently on the window. Zhang Rongjin immediately walked to attention with a smiling face. Qiao Dingguo looked at the fire in the distance and said:


    "Catch people."


    "Yes sir!" Zhang Rongjin snapped to attention and just wanted to say yes to the six or seven plainclothes he brought.


    A loud response from the side almost scared him to draw his gun.


    A tall dark South Asian, dressed in a decent police uniform and a standard stand at attention, saluted Qiao Dingguo.


    The sound of yes sir just came from him.


    After receiving Qiao Dingguo''s response, he took out a copper whistle from his chest, put it into his mouth and blew it hard:


    "Doodle! Doodle!"


    Two quick whistles sounded, and suddenly the siren sounded through the night sky. A large number of Pakistani police officers with shields and batons rushed out from various positions that had been on standby for a long time and surrounded the scene of the fight.


    "Detective Zhang, I''m afraid you don''t know whether your people will leak the information to those gangsters in advance. Therefore, South Asians in the Hong Kong Police Force are more reliable than you Chinese." Qiao Dingguo said to Zhang Rongjin after seeing Pakistani police officers rush into the scene: "Let your people go to the tuguawan United soda factory and catch all the workers inside."