A few days later, Tang Xin and Zhang Pengyun crossed east to Seoul.

The two of them stayed in ordinary hotels. Such small hotels only make money and rarely asked about the identity of the guests. With Tang Xin's fluent words, outsiders could not see any doubts from them.

It was pouring rain outside the house and the weather was cold. Tang Xin and Zhang Pengyun sat opposite each other in the double room, discussing their action plan while eating kimchi noodles with specialty.

"The Bangzi State has more than 200 gangs and nearly 10,000 members. There are nearly 30 large such organizations in Seoul, including international gangs, such as the Yamaguchi Group, the Suzuki Association, the Russian Magas and the Yakutaka School."

Tang Xin's mouth was covered with noodles and kept wiping it with tissues. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Pengyun smiled and said, "It turns out that the more democratic, free and the more rule of law a country, the more rampant the gangsters are."

Tang Xin nodded deeply in agreement.

Why are internationally renowned gangs in Europe and the United States? The mafia is famous all over the world.

After all, it is the social system that gives them space to live.

Everything is focused on the law, which is essentially different from China.

If Tang Xin finds an agent to commit a commercial crime, even if there is no contact on the books and no evidence is left, as long as the judicial authorities "master" the situation, Tang Xin will not be able to escape. It is not like the defense legal system like Europe and the United States. The evidence must be conclusive, and human and physical evidence must be indispensable.

Because of the differences in the judicial system, we often see criminal leaders who escape from the shell in European and American movies, and see criminals who are well-known but get away with the law. This is impossible in China. When a criminal group is angry with each other, no one cares whether the evidence is sufficient, and going to court is just to be tried.

Zhang Pengyun sat cross-legged, holding a bowl-like tableware in his hand, ate a chopstick noodles with a big mouthful, spit out the heat, and asked, "Then are we going to provoke a gang fight. Then we will wrap He Tianci in?"

Tang Xin shook his head and said, "First of all, He Tianci's identity must be mysterious. If he were the local gang leader, the Bangzi police might not release him. He Tianci should be valuable in the hands of the Bangzi police."

“What should I do?”

Tang Xin said: "Every country will suppress gangs, and Bangzi is no exception. Therefore, Bangzi gang organizations have entered the era of legal cloak. The survival mode of lending loans, raising debts, opening casinos, and collecting protection fees has gradually faded away. Instead, they are directly investing in entertainment venues such as bars and nightclubs. They are also involved in construction and real estate development, performing arts, career introductions, etc. After all, they are all for survival, that is, to make money. No one is a violent man. If this person is, he will not survive in modern gangs. I wonder if you have heard of the first-coming incident that Bangzi once did."

Zhang Pengyun thought for a while and said, "I heard a little bit that it seems that gangsters are infiltrating the campus. Young members must study well and fight, and the conditions are quite high."

Tang Xin knocked on the table and said: "Look, the gang is also transforming. Keeping up with the times requires talents. Wisdom is the key, and being able to fight is second. Therefore, to provoke a gang fight, we must set up a conflict of interest. Such a situation is not familiar with Seoul, so it cannot be completed in the short term."

Zhang Pengyun nodded deeply in agreement and said unhappy: "Then, how should we let the gangs take He Tianci in?"

Tang Xin took out his mobile phone and called out a map of Seoul, which was presented to Zhang Pengyun. He pointed to a nightclub in a block and said, "This is the headquarters of the famous gangster Seven Stars Association in Seoul. In addition to investing in entertainment venues, they also have smuggling industries. We will go to the venue tonight."

Since there are gangs, the Bangzi police will of course pay close attention to it and record the gangster information in the police system. Tang Xin has obtained these information from Chris.

Stepping on the field?

Zhang Pengyun was fearless in this job, but he frowned and said, "Are we going with bare hands?"

Tang Xin nodded with a smile.

"Mr. Tang, we are not making movies. The empty-box agents overturn hundreds of guns. In reality, the probability of this happening is slim."

Tang Xin knew what the other party was worried about, so he said: "In general gang conflicts, we will not use guns. Only when we rise to the tragic level of annexation or assassination leader will we use guns. Let's go, step on them first, and then give them money."

"Send money? In what capacity do we go?"

Zhang Pengyun was very curious.

Tang Xin smiled mysteriously and said, "Tonight, you and I are members of the American Bangzi gang Xinglong Association. One is the young master and the other is the personal bodyguard. We are here in Seoul to discuss the smuggling business with Bangzi."

Zhang Pengyun laughed and said, "This is OK, I was a bodyguard."

"No, you are the young master, I am the bodyguard."

Tang Xin smiled strangely, Zhang Pengyun froze his smile and said in surprise: "This, Mr. Tang, if you are a bodyguard, then when you are facing physical conflict?"

"Don't worry, the reason why you are a young master is that you can't speak bad words. My negotiation with the other party is not only a kind of high attitude, but also prevents you from showing confusion in your words. Of course, since we are American gangsters, it is natural for you to speak English, but as bodyguards, you must be able to speak bad words. Otherwise, aren't we going here to be an idiot?"

......

As the lights in Seoul were just on the rise, several cars were stopped in front of the nightclub run by the Seven-Star Club. At the door, there was a security guard in black in front of the door. When a man in a suit and ties walked in, the security guards on both sides would bend down and call out to the elder brother respectfully.

In a sense, the gang organization system is a feudal system, with strict classes and orderly superiors and subordinates.

A black modern sedan parked smoothly at the door of the nightclub, attracting the attention of two black-clad security guards outside the door.

A young man came out of the driving position, with a slim and elegant black suit, capable and elegant, wearing gloves on both hands, and a serious and unrestrained expression. It was Tang Xin.

He walked around the front of the car, walked to the rear door and bowed slightly to open the door.

Zhang Pengyun, who had a handsome big back, got out of the car with a suitcase, pulled the spotless black nylon coat with one hand, and wore a beige suit inside. The visual contrast of black and white made him destined to attract attention.

Tang Xin closed the car door and walked in front of Zhang Pengyun with a cold-faced face. Two black-clad security guards outside the nightclub went up and raised their hands to stop him, "This place is not open to the public."

This place is the headquarters of the Seven Stars Association, a place where members gather, and is not open to the public.

Tang Xin looked faint and said in a deep voice: "Our young master wants to see Cui Pingxiao."

Two black-clad security guards looked at each other. The other party actually asked for a name to meet the president of the Seven Star Association?

"Our president doesn't see strangers."

As soon as the person on the left opened his mouth, the two black-clothed security guards shrank slightly, and one palm in their eyes seemed to cover the sky and the sun. They kept magnifying in their eyes, covering their faces quickly, and at the same time they leaned back and fell heavily.

Bang bang

Two black-clothed security guards fell to the ground with their backs lying back and hitting the cement sidewalk, making a dull sound. Two blood flowed out from under their heads and fainted on the spot.

Tang Xin pressed his left and right hands on his face, and his legs bent his knees and his body slowly straightened up.

Zhang Pengyun's face did not change, but he was really surprised.

Just now, Tang Xin grabbed the faces of the two black security guards with both hands, and at the same time rushed forward and pressed them to the ground. The movement was done in one go, which shocked him.

It seems that this bodyguard may be able to fight even better than him.

Tang Xin tidied up his wrinkled collar with both hands and walked towards the inside of the nightclub with a faint expression.

Someone in the nightclub heard the noise outside and walked out with confusion, and happened to run into Tang Xin head-on.

"We want to see Choi Pingxiao."

The member of the organization looked over Tang Xin and Zhang Pengyun behind him, and saw two black-clothed security guards lying outside the door and fainted on the road. His face suddenly changed drastically. He shouted behind him: "Someone is here to make trouble! He injured our people!"

After he finished his roar, he turned around and tried to open his teeth and attack Tang Xin. As a result, as soon as his face turned, he was pressed on his cheek with one hand. His body suddenly turned and his whole body hit the wall of the corridor. Tang Xin let go of his hand, and the man slowly collapsed from the wall.

More than 30 people rushed out. Fortunately, there was a five-person wide passage, which did not allow the other party to form an encirclement. Facing the group of gang members attacking, Tang Xin was able to handle it freely.

Someone punched him, and Tang Xin blocked the opponent's fist with one hand, and punched him with one backhand at the joint of the opponent's arm. A scream sounded, and the opponent's forearm drooped irregularly, and he fell to the ground and hugged his arms and cried bitterly.

Someone raised his legs and kicked him. The air was accompanied by the other party's angrily shouting. Tang Xin moved his step gently, clamped the other party's right leg to the inside of his arm, twisted his body on the spot, and threw the other party directly on the wall, making a huge vibration, leaving a scarlet blood on the wall, and the man's head was bleeding and fell into a coma.

The people behind rushed forward, and Tang Xin responded to the moves and responded with ease. In a moment, more than a dozen gang members fell down beside Tang Xin calmly.

Standing not far behind Tang Xin, Zhang Pengyun was shocked and could no longer speak.

He was obviously dressed up in a gentle and elegant manner, but when Tang Xin took action, he was simple and crude.

Fast, accurate, violent, that's so simple.

A wine bottle flew into the air, targeting Tang Xin's head. When the sneak attacked wine bottle flew in front of him, he grabbed it steadily, and then knocked it on the head of the nearest person beside him.

Wow

The wine and blood were mixed together, bursting and splashing.

Tang Xin, who was still holding the top of the bottle, stuck the half-sharp tip of the broken bottle on the face of the person close to his right.

ah!

The blood flowed like a stream, and the tip of the broken wine bottle pierced into the flesh disfigured the man's face, accompanied by several blood, as ferocious as a ghost.

Screaming, colliding, roaring, moaning, crying...

In less than ten minutes, more than 30 men fell to the ground in the lobby on the first floor of the nightclub and all lost their combat effectiveness.

As the riot became more and more intense, music stopped in the lobby on the first floor where neon lights flashed, and the lights were bright.

On the dance floor, a group of strippers leaning against the steel pipes were screaming and hid behind a bar, and sometimes they were dissatisfied with their heads to observe the development of the situation.

"stop!"

A thick and deep voice came from the second floor.

Tang Xin stood next to the lobby on the first floor. He had already stopped because he had no opponent. He had already sorted out his slim suit and looked indifferent, leaving no trace of fighting on him.

Zhang Pengyun sat in a single sofa half a meter behind Tang Xin, with his suitcase at his feet, and his hands were placed on the armrest of the sofa, crossing his legs, emitting an invisible momentum in the lukewarm.

Tang Xin's sharpness was restrained, standing calmly, his eyes drooped, and his hands wearing fighting gloves were crossed in front of him.

Upstairs, a group of people walked down. The leader was about forty years old. There was a terrifying scar on his right face. There were more than twenty people following him, all of whom were about thirty years old. They seemed to be all core members of the Seven Star Association. The leader was Cui Pingxiao, the president of the Seven Star Association!
Chapter completed!