"You brought the people from the Martin Gang, right?" Jiang Cheng asked with a hint of coldness.

The white young man under Jabbarton was shocked and quickly explained: "No, no, it has nothing to do with me. They were all brought by the boss Jabbarton, and that guy Jabbarton brought the people from Martin's gang."

"What deal did you do with the Martin Gang? Or are you very familiar with the one named Rice?" Jiang Cheng frowned and continued to ask. It was common for gangs to compete for territory. There was no reason why the Martin Gang took action for Jabbarton, a small white gang.

The white young man thought for a while and said in silence for a while: "Jabbarton... Jabbarton told Martin Luther the real income of this land. Martin Luther agreed to help him take action. The condition... the condition is to break Zhao Hu's hands and feet. This... this has nothing to do with me, it is all the conditions that Jabbarton put forward to the black people."

The white young man said, and at the end of the conversation, he looked a little flustered, afraid that Jiang Cheng would take his anger and quickly distanced himself from Jabbarton.

Jiang Cheng was a little surprised. If it was this reason, it would be no surprise. The black guys were poor, and they had such a well-income territory in front of them, and they didn't have to conflict with Red Gloves. They naturally didn't want to let go of the big fat meat that could be eaten so simply. They cleaned up their own Longxing just by the way. Their goal was to grab the territory.

The two walked forward silently, Jiang Cheng followed behind the white young man and thought. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and urged him to the white young man.

"Hurry up, speed up, I'm going to hurry back!"

The white young man agreed and his steps changed from walking slowly to trotting. He didn't understand what Jiang Cheng suddenly became impatient. He was in a hurry, but he didn't dare to ask too much, but just took Jiang Cheng forward obediently.

After walking for about five minutes, the white young man stopped, pointed to his head and said, "From this, it is a remote passage, no one will find it. You...you go quickly."

Jiang Cheng looked up at the top of his head, and two white light columns were shooting downwards. This was the hole of the manhole cover. On the edge of this downward shady, there was a steel horizontal kicking handrail that climbed one step upwards. It was indeed safe to leave. He looked down at the white young man and smiled meaningfully: "Why, don't you go out with me? Do you want to stay here forever?"

When the white young man heard this, his face changed drastically. He quickly knelt down and begged for mercy and said, "Please don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Jiang Cheng shook his head: "I don't want to kill you, but I would like to advise you here, don't talk too much in front of those black people, otherwise, it's going to force me to take action! Do you understand?" asked in a cold tone.

The white young man's face was so scared that he nodded and agreed quickly.

Jiang Cheng walked around behind him and knocked his neck with a knife. The white young man stiffened, and then fell softly at the entrance of the sewer and fell unconscious.

Jiang Cheng nodded. Although he was not cruel to kill him, he didn't want someone to gossip in a short period of time. This guy said it nicely, but he probably would have to wet his pants as soon as he stood in front of those black people. He would tell him honestly. Why not let him have a good sleep here?

After knocking out the white young man, Jiang Cheng came to the manhole entrance, jumped, jumped more than one meter high, grabbed the bottom piece of steel escalator, pulled his whole body up with force, and crawled towards the manhole cover exit. The speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye he came to the edge of the manhole cover.

Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and pushed it upwards. With a "bang", one side of the circular manhole cover had been lifted. Jiang Cheng looked around the outside. After confirming that there was no one, he completely lifted the manhole cover, crawled out from inside, and covered the cover of the sewer again, so that he could take a look around.

Jiang Cheng had a little impression of this place, and immediately ran to the south according to his vague impression. After running for a while, he went up the street he was familiar with and immediately returned to the Longxing Jeet Kune Gym.

When he arrived outside the Jeet Kune Gymnasium, Jiang Cheng frowned. This time, the brothers were injured. A few of them were injured and were wearing bandages on their bodies. They were standing outside the Jeet Kune Gymnasium chatting. There were many brothers who were bleeding from their heads and had no time to bandage. The scene was really miserable.

Jiang Cheng walked up to look at the brothers around him and asked, "How are you suffering casualties this time?"

"Brother Cheng!" The brothers around him stood up and greeted each other when they saw Jiang Cheng. Then one of them said, "The others are all fine, just Zhao Hu and a French brother, maybe... they may not survive."

"What?!" Jiang Cheng exclaimed immediately, and immediately walked into the Jeet Kune Gymnasium like Longxing: "I'll go see them."

As soon as Jiang Cheng walked into the door, Jing Long blocked him, frowned, and his face was a little heavy: "Brother Cheng, it's not convenient for you to go in the past now. They are undergoing surgery, so wait. Even if you are anxious, you can't help them! Troubleshooting the doctor for surgery now will only harm them."

Jiang Cheng's steps stopped and gritted his teeth. Although he wanted to see the injuries of his brothers, Jing Long was right. Now he could only cause trouble for the doctors. After frowning and thinking about it, he came to the table next to him and sat down, looking at the table in front of him with a deep look, and said nothing for a long time.

Seeing Jiang Cheng's appearance, Jing Long wanted to walk over to comfort him, but was stopped by Zhuge Liuyun. Zhuge Liuyun said to Jing Long: "Don't worry, if Jiang Cheng is so fragile, how could he become the boss of today's Longxing Club? You should take the people to alert the surroundings first. This time we have completely broken up with the Martin Gang. Be careful to prevent them from bringing people to attack."

Jing Long nodded and immediately called a few uninjured brothers and took them out together to track the movements of the black people. If they had any abnormal movements, they would come back to report to Zhuge Liuyun immediately and let the brothers of Longxinghui prepare early. The more they were at this moment, the less they could not hide.

Time passed by 1 minute and 1 second, and it gradually came to the evening. Soon Zhao Hu and the French brother were pushed out of the operating room. In fact, the diagnosis and treatment results of the two of them came out not long ago. Zhao Hu was shot into the right chest and the bullet penetrated the lung lobe. He was sorted at this moment, but the amount of bleeding was huge and he was still unconscious. According to the doctor of Long Xinghui, he was in a dangerous period for ten days and half a month. Once the lung was infected, his injuries would deteriorate at any time, and once it worsened, he would basically die.

As for another seriously injured French brother, unfortunately, she had lost signs of life not long ago. The French brother died miserably. He had three or four wooden boards on his body. There were nails at the front end of the boards. The nails were nailed into the boards, forming a sharp mace. Once hit on a person, the nails would pierce into the human body and create several blood holes.

The French brothers had countless such blood holes on his body, on his back, waist, and chest. Every time the wooden board was hit on him, three nail blood holes would be left. According to the doctors' diagnosis and treatment, many parts of his internal organs were injured and completely unsaved.

Those damn black people actually use such a vicious weapon!

"Brother Cheng." Wang Jie limped to Jiang Cheng's table and sat down. He was shot in the leg and his arm was hit by that nail plate, but now he has healed a lot. Looking at Jiang Cheng, he said, "I have heard from the doctors that Zhao Hu is lucky and will definitely not die. You don't have to worry too much. That French brother is an orphan, but he has a sister. We will bury him in the next two days and give his pension to his sister. This... is also impossible!"

"Bang!" Jiang Cheng slapped the table.

Everyone looked here in surprise, their eyes fixed on Jiang Cheng.

"I decided to take revenge. From now on, the Martin Gang is the enemy of our Longxing Society. I want Martin Luther and his gang to disappear together!" Jiang Cheng roared loudly.

Jiang Cheng learned from the white young man under Jabbarton that Jabbarton had an interview with Martin Luther directly. Martin Luther promised to take action for him, which led to this incident. The person named Rice only understood Martin Luther's orders, not to mention that he had been killed by the nest. The real culprit was Martin Luther!

"Brother Cheng, I know you are very unwilling to accept it, but Martin Luther is not easy to mess with. He has two thousand good black men under his command, and only more than 100 people are fighting against us today. But in this way, the brothers have suffered heavy casualties. If you want to take down the Martin Gang, you have to take your time." Wang Jie persuaded.

Jiang Cheng snorted coldly: "Martin Luther's account will be settled with him soon. Wang Jie, you have worked hard for a day, go and rest first! I still have to be quiet about some things, think about it."

Wang Jie looked at Jiang Cheng, then nodded, and slowly limped and walked upstairs with a long red stick.

The night gradually became deeper, and the streets outside were brightly lit, illuminating the dark night. Jiang Cheng was still sitting on the chair, his face was gloomy and he thought carefully. Just now, Jing Long took out the group of people who were investigating, and had two rewards that those black people were preparing to take over Rhodes Street, and did not mean to attack Longxinghui, the French branch.

When Jiang Cheng heard this, he clenched his fist and knocked hard on the table. It had just been less than a month since Rhode Street took over, but was snatched away by the black man again, which proved that Long Xingwei's lack of strength and lacked strength, even if he had a good territory, he could not defend it at all.
Chapter completed!