In a bloody battle, the physical strength was almost exhausted, and everyone was covered with bruises.
Fortunately, the iron rulers used by the thugs had limited lethality and only caused some skin injuries.
The bloody liquid looked scary, but in fact the injuries were not serious.
On the contrary, they were injured.
People hit by fire axes will either die or be injured.
Chen Zikun took out half a pack of Hongqi brand cigarettes soaked in sea water and lit one for each of the brothers.
Everyone threw away their axes and sat on the bloody and sticky ground, panting, smoking, and bandaging each other's wounds.
Suddenly Li Yaoting rushed in.
He slipped and fell and was covered in blood.
He quickly shouted: "Quickly, there are many people coming."
Chen Zikun said with great pride: "Although there are thousands of troops and horses, I will go."
The old brothers all picked up their axes and followed him out of the nightclub.
In the distance, the darkness was filled with people.
There were four to five hundred of them, all armed with sticks, swords and guns.
The strength of the Fourteenth K was indeed strong.
They could summon so many people just by blowing the whistle. people.
"What should I do?"
Li Yaoting asked.
"Run" Chen Zikun threw his ax away, turned around and ran away.
Everyone also dropped their weapons and ran away.
Troops of pursuers came after him, and the sound of footsteps resounded on the quiet street.
The policemen on night patrol hid when they saw this scene.
Six bald old men covered in blood ran wildly on Nathan Road in Kowloon late at night.
There was no one on the empty street.
An empty tram passed by with its bell ringing, followed by a tidal wave of pursuers.
Run, keep running, until my throat tastes sweet and my lungs are about to explode.
Seeing that the pursuers are getting closer and closer, and they are about to be chopped into pieces.
Chen Zikun turns into Jordan Road and sees a house on the roadside.
The lighted grocery store was on, and I couldn't help but break in.
"Sir, it's closed."
The 60-year-old boss was about to go to the door when he saw a group of uninvited guests coming to the door.
He was startled.
Chen Zikun bent over and gasped: "Let us hide for a while."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the boss was stunned: "He's from the mainland."
"Yes, you are."
Chen Zikun raised his head and was shocked: "Xue Bin" "Lao Jiu, it's you."
Gai Longquan also recognized him.
Xue Bin made a quick decision: "Go in quickly."
He let the six people enter the grocery store, hurriedly closed the door and turned off the light.
The grocery store was filled with all kinds of goods, making it difficult to walk.
Xue Bin lit a candle and said, "Follow me."
When I got to the second floor, I heard banging on the door below.
"Open the door quickly" "If you don't open it, it will be smashed."
"set on fire" There was a loud roar outside, and Xue Bin's expression changed.
This was the family fortune he had worked hard to save for many years in Hong Kong.
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Where could he go to argue if it was burned to the ground?
Chen Zikun said: "Let's go."
"Wait, who are they?"
Xue Bin asked.
"He's from the 14th K."
Xue Bin gritted his teeth and said to Chen Zikun, "Help me."
The two moved the large wardrobe away, revealing the mechanism on the wall.
This was a cabinet built into the wall.
Inside were hung two Browning high-powered pistols, two twenty-shot Mauser pistols, and two Canadian-made pistols.
Sten submachine gun, two American-made 3 submachine guns, as well as boxes of bullets and American hand grenades.
The old men were all dumbfounded.
"I got this when I was the commander of the New First Army.
I haven't used it since I came to Hong Kong.
I wanted to sell it on the black market for money.
God opened his eyes and allowed us old friends to reunite.
I started quitting today."
Xue Bin picked up a Sten submachine gun, inserted the magazine skillfully, and hung a few grenades in his waist.
He said: "I opened a grocery store, and all the money I earned let these idiots collect protection fees." , let them return their capital and profits today.”
Everyone copied the gun one after another, loaded the bullet and pulled the bolt of the gun, with smooth and skillful movements.
The old guns from the 1940s took on a second life in their hands, and they were armed in just ten seconds.
"Kill him with a carbine."
Chen Zikun said fiercely and went downstairs with two guns in hand.
The door of the grocery store was smashed open.
There was a blazing fire outside.
The gangsters held torches and had surrounded the place.
The sharp steel blades were shining in the firelight.
Reflected red light.
They never expected that these struggling old guys would actually launch a counterattack, and they were all equipped with automatic weapons.
After three seconds of dead silence, gunfire rang out, a hail of bullets spread out, and the blood of gangsters was sprinkled on Jordan Road.
The dozens of people at the front were beaten and trembled like leaves falling in the wind.
When the smoke cleared, seven The old man walked out of the grocery store, smoke curling from his gun.
The gangsters ran back like a tide, leaving iron rulers and watermelon knives all over the floor.
In the early morning, the fire department's sprinkler truck was busy washing the floors on Jordan Road for a long time.
Xue Bin packed up his belongings, burned down the grocery store, and followed Chen Zikun to escape into the Kowloon Walled City overnight.
The next day, the rivers and lakes exploded.
A group of nearly 70-year-old cross-river dragons swept away the Haile Nightclub and bloodbathed Jordan Road.
The backbone of the 14th K. members suffered heavy casualties.
Seven or eight of them were killed at the red stick level alone.
Serious casualties only occurred during the land grabs and conflicts with San Ngee Ann in the 1950s.
There are different opinions on how many people there are in this gang of unknown origins.
Some people say they are the Five Tiger Generals, and some say they are the Seven Samurai.
But what is certain is that they are good at using cold weapons and are expert with guns.
Their firepower is so powerful that I am afraid Even the British troops stationed in Hong Kong were sent out for nothing.
Fame in the world is 30% based on hard work and 70% based on bragging.
The wounded who participated in the bloody battle that night all became the best volunteer propagandists.
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In order to prove their bravery and qualifications, they did not hesitate to blow Chen Zikun and others into invulnerable iron kings.
Hong Kong's underworld was shaken, and even the police were alerted.
The British Hong Kong authorities were busy dealing with the leftist riots and had no time to care about the underworld fighting.
The Commissioner of Police convened a meeting with his men and asked them to solve the case within a time limit.
The Chinese detectives agreed wholeheartedly.
They were good at handling this kind of work, so they turned around and asked the gangs to solve the case.
Entrusting someone to take the blame is a method that everyone is happy with and has proven successful time and time again.
However, Chen Zikun and others disappeared.
They hid in the Kowloon Walled City to recover from their injuries.
They had everything here, including food, drink and entertainment.
The surgical hospital could do any operation.
There was plasma in the refrigerator, shadowless lamps, operating tables, anesthetics, and diesel generators.
And a surgeon who returned from studying in the UK.
Here, Xue Bin met his long-awaited wife Jiang Qian.
When the Kuomintang army was defeated, Xue Bin fled to the south before he could bring his family with him.
Many people thought he was dead.
Now that they are reunited, people have to sigh.
Fortune plays tricks on people.
Xue Bin made a living by opening a grocery store in Hong Kong alone, while his two sons went to the United States.
"It's hard to leave your homeland.
Although Hong Kong is the territory of the British, there are still many Chinese people."
Xue Bin explained.
"Why not go to Taiwan?"
someone asked.
"Taiwan, like the mainland, is making trouble all day long to catch communist spies.
It's white terror.
Who dares to go there."
Everyone sighed, Taiwan's repressive policy is indeed not as livable as Hong Kong.
In a dark room, more than twenty shirtless young men stood at attention.
On the table was a portrait of Mr.
Guan, and each of them had a bowl of wine in front of them.
"Second Master Guan drank this bowl of wine before, and he is now a member of the Three Guns Association.
Now read to me the ten precepts of this association."
The following young people are refugees brought by Li Yaoting from the New Territories.
They are all young and middle-aged mainlanders who have nothing and dare to fight.
They follow Xue Bin and recite the Ten Commandments sentence by sentence in Guangxi, Fujian, Guangdong, Jiangxi and Hunan accents.
The sound made the linoleum roof tremble.
After a few days, the newly emerged Three Guns Association began to take over the business in Tsim Sha Tsui area.
The fees previously paid to the 14th K were now paid to the Three Guns Association, and of course the part that should be given to the police.
The portion is not less, but half a percent more.
Tsim Sha Tsui is a prosperous place in Kowloon.
Protection fees alone can collect tens of thousands of dollars every day.
Not counting the various businesses controlled by the gang, it is simply making money every day.
Every day, the policemen go from house to house to collect money and hand it over in the evening.
Piles of colorful banknotes are piled on the table.
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Several accountants will calculate the statistics and then divide them for various purposes.
One share will be given to the police and issued to the police.
The biggest part of the living expenses provided to the younger brothers is the provident fund of the gang.
Chen Zikun suddenly became rich, but he did not get carried away.
In front of someone like him, who had been a feudal official and a local bully, this kind of small underworld business was no different than a child's play house.
He first rented a building, settled everyone down, found a lawyer to arrange for legal status in Hong Kong, then registered a trading company, recruited people, and prepared to start regular business.
"Brother, there is no way to make money in Zhengxing."
Chen Shou was puzzled.
Chen Zikun said: "Although you can make money quickly by fishing for side jobs, it will never be brought to the forefront.
If the government wants to punish you one day, it can be punished at any time.
It is more long-term to join the upper class society.
Besides, you can still make money by doing business.
It depends on whether you can do it or not."
I know how to play.”
Chen Shoudao: "How can we do trade?"
Chen Zikun pointed to the map on the wall and said: "China is such a big country, at odds with the whole world, and on a par with the Soviet Union.
If we want to import advanced materials from capitalist countries, how can we re-export them from Hong Kong?
This is the only window for communication with the world. " Chen Shoudao: "No wonder the People's Liberation Army didn't directly defeat Hong Kong back then.
It turns out this is the reason."
Chen Zikun said: "The Chinese market is so huge.
You can make a lot of money by doing anything.
If you go in with your left hand and go out with your right hand, the money will roll in.
It is much better than collecting protection fees from door to door in Tsim Sha Tsui."
"So, what should we re-export?"
Chen Shou asked.
"Radios, televisions, Western medicines, cameras, and all the goodies from capitalist countries can be re-exported, and money can be made by changing hands."
"But the mainland is so poor, how can we pay for it?"
Chen Shou thought carefully.
Chen Zikun said: "In the past, penicillin was imported to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, and the country paid for it with gold.
Didn't the gangsters who smuggled Western medicine in those days have become prominent tycoons today?
Although the country is poor, its foundation is still there.
At least it still has agricultural and sideline products like pigs.
Beef and mutton are really not good, but there are also Type 56 submachine guns, which are definitely a hot commodity when smuggled into Hong Kong.”
Chen Shou suddenly sighed and said, "I'm eighteen years too late
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