After about five minutes, two vans parked in front of the Longxing Jeet Kune Gymnasium. These were the wounded members of Zhao Hu, Johnson, and the Black Bat Hall teams.

Before, the brothers of Longxinghui who received the message from them had already been ready. Twenty or thirty people were standing at the door, holding stretchers in their hands. Now, just saw that the car was parked, they all rushed up immediately, opened the car door, carried the wounded one by one out of the car, and hurriedly rushed to the second floor of the Jeet Kune Gym.

Jiang Cheng stood in front of the Longxing Jeet Kune Gymnasium and felt a little sad as one wounded person after another was moved out of the car, but then he covered up the sadness with hatred. He was involved in the gangster and wanted to build a piece of territory in the Western world, so how could he not sacrifice?

A total of fifteen members were seriously injured and were carried off the car on a stretcher. Others who were less injured were getting off the car by themselves. Looking at the busy situation of rescuing patients upstairs, the members who were slightly injured all said that the injury was not important and rescued the members who were in danger of life first.

After some treatment, many brothers who were wandering on the brink of life and death were finally brought back, but they had not yet passed the dangerous period, so they were ready to send several people in relatively dangerous conditions to Huaxing Hospital.

Everyone quickly carried the seriously injured patients downstairs on stretchers and carried them to the minibus at the entrance of Jeet Kune Gymnasium. Each car was accompanied by three wounded people and several brothers from Long Xinghui, and each car was accompanied by a doctor and nurse.

After everything was about to stop, two minibuses carrying the wounded started fire, carrying six dangerous wounded people roaring into the distance, and rushed towards Huaxing Hospital as fast as possible.

After these people left, the brothers who had suffered minor injuries and had not been treated went upstairs to receive treatment one by one. Zhao Hai originally wanted to be the last one, but under Jiang Cheng's urging, he had to walk in front.

After an hour, it was dawn outside and it was already in France early in the morning. After a busy trip, many wounded people finally finished dealing with it, but...

On the second floor of Longxing Jeet Kune Gymnasium, more than a dozen people stood beside the hospital bed, including doctors in white coats, Jiang Cheng, Zhuge Liuyun, and others, all of whom looked solemn.

Jiang Cheng looked at the beds in front of him with a gloomy face. On the beds in front of him, the bodies of four brothers were lying, and there was no sign of life.

There was a breath of sadness and sadness floating in the entire second floor space. Not only Jiang Cheng, but everyone here was uncomfortable.

"Brother Cheng, we have made the best efforts, but these brothers were injured too seriously. Unfortunately... they were not able to rescue them." A attending physician wearing glasses and a white coat next to him looked at Jiang Cheng and said slowly with deep apology on his face.

The four dead brothers, two of them belonged to Zhao Hai's team, the other two, one belonged to the Black Bat Hall and the other belonged to Johnson's team.

In addition to the dead brothers, six severely ill patients were sent to Huaxing Hospital for emergency treatment. As for whether they could survive the dangerous period and survive intact, it was still unknown, so everyone could only pray for them in their hearts.

This time, the operation can be said to have a significant record. After statistical investigation, nearly 200 black people were killed and injured, with the majority of them being injured, and about forty or fifty people actually died. And I also wanted to add a few more pieces of land from the Martin Helper. The number of casualties was 10:1, and the harvest was quite good. It should be considered a very exciting battle, but facing the corpses of the brothers, everyone was still extremely depressed.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, intending to release the depression, then turned his head to Zhuge Liuyun next to him and asked calmly: "For this action, you will get a lot of money in the territory of Martin's helper. Tell me how much I see."

After the battle, teams returned to Longxing Jeet Kune Gymnasium, and all the items collected were handed over to Zhuge Liuyun, so he knew best about this.

Zhuge Liuyun thought about it, then looked at Jiang Cheng with a serious expression and said, "The team led by Brother Cheng brought back a total of more than 110,000 euros, Batis more than 90,000 euros, Zhao Hai... Zhao Hai brought back more than 460,000 euros. As for Rhode Street, there are three newly snatched dance halls, there is no detailed statistics yet, but it is estimated that the overall situation should be no less than 300,000 euros...

Zhuge Liuyun said slowly. When Zhao Hai actually brought back more than 460,000 euros, the others couldn't help but look over in surprise.

Wang Jie next to him asked Zhao Hai curiously: "Zhao Hai, you can, how can you bring back so much money?"

Zhao Hai's eyes flashed a few times, showing a hint of shame, shook his head and said: I rushed into the underground boxing world. The gambling money from those people last night had not been recovered, so he snatched it all together, but the money... this money was exchanged for the lives of his brothers! Can this be considered ok?" There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

The other people around him were shocked and stopped talking about this. Indeed, if possible, I would rather not have the money than use it to exchange for the life of Brother Longxinghui.

Jiang Cheng nodded, looked at the ground with a deep look, and quietly pondering.

"Zhuge." Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment and raised his head, looked at Zhuge Liuyun with a serious expression, and stared at the body on the bed and said, "From now on, all Chinese brothers who died in France will be given pensions according to French standards, and also bring their bodies back to the motherland to bury them well for the brothers. Leaves fall back to their roots. We cannot let them sleep in this foreign land..." At the end of his speech, his voice was a little vague and choked.

After a pause, Jiang Cheng said again: "The French members and the brothers of the Black Bat Hall should follow this rule. As for the brothers who were taken out to sacrifice this time, we will take out some extra compensation from the cash we have obtained!"

"Yes, Brother Cheng." Zhuge Liuyun nodded solemnly and agreed, thinking that Jiang Cheng's method was very good.

Jiang Cheng glanced around the faces of the people around him, and then spoke seriously: "We must ensure that for Long Xing, we will fight to kill the dead brothers so that they will not leave any worries or regrets. Our parents, children, lovers, we must take good care of them. Have you heard it?"

The hearts of others around him were slightly touched, and then they nodded, looking at Jiang Cheng with great appreciation.

Only when brothers have no worries can they work for the gang wholeheartedly. If you die, a wonderful decade may be better than a dull life. Everyone will die. The key is whether the one who dies is valuable. For your dreams, for your own beliefs, for your protection and believing in your obsessions, then what are you afraid of death? Many people are not afraid of death, but only for the one who dies is worthless.

After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng said slowly and lowly, with sincere emotions in his voice: "I think, for the burial of these brothers, ask their families and relatives. I am going to buy two cemeteries and establish Yiyong Hall so that we brothers from Longxinghui can drink and chat and gather together when we die, so that everyone will not be lonely."

Tears were circling in the eyes of the people around him, which was great! Even if they died, the brothers from Longxinghui would advance and retreat together!

...

At noon, the brothers who were inquiring about the news from Longxinghui came back. They were a small team of men sent by Zhuge Liuyun. Shortly after Jiang Cheng and his friends went out to attack the Martin Gang, they were sent out. They retreated from various teams of Longxinghui to the actions taken by the Martin Gang that were later attacked. They kept in touch with Zhuge Liuyun by phone.

Not long ago, Zhuge Liuyun found a group of people to replace them and switched them back. After all, as a human, there are always some physiological problems that need to be solved. Continuous stalking is a kind of mental pressure. If there is a mistake in the middle, it will be bad.

After they came back, they told in detail about the sneak attack effects of each team and the response of each stationed in Madingbang. They said happily and flirted with joy that the Martin Gang suffered a big loss this time!

Jiang Cheng and several senior executives of the French branch of Longxinghui sat at the table on the first floor. Those who sat with them were the brothers of Longxinghui who had just returned.

"So, before you left, the people of the Martin Gang were still only concerned about the dance hall, and there was no sign of dispatching troops to counterattack Rhode Street?" Zhuge Liuyun stared at a brother with a serious expression and attached great importance to this issue.

Brother Long Xinghui nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, Brother Zhuge, the other two places are the same as ours. Those black people are noisy, and there are about two hundred people gathered in each dance hall that was attacked. They seem to have not come back to their senses yet!"

"Haha! This is also in line with the style of these black people. Once an emergency occurs, they will be stunned in an instant." Jing Long raised his lips and said disdainfully.

Wang Jie frowned, showed a thoughtful look, then looked at the people at the table and said, "I don't think it's that simple. The Martin Gang and Red Gloves have been fighting for so long. If there was no sense of crisis or ability to deal with emergencies, they would have been defeated long ago."

"Is there something else?" Wang Jie asked with his eyes glanced around the faces of everyone around him.

Zhuge Liuyun thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "Wang Jie is right. I have the same opinion as him. The Martin Gang must be planning or something big has happened. The more calm the weather is, the more we cannot take it lightly. This has a smell of storm."

Jiang Cheng touched his chin and fell into deep thought. After a while, he looked up at everyone and asked uncertainly: "Do you think this matter will have something to do with the world?"

After a moment of pause, Jiang Cheng continued: "With those black people's heads, it's not like their style of fighting or scolding."

Tianxiahui? Hearing this name, everyone around him was shocked, and he felt a little suspicious. If there was really a shadow of Tianxia's interference behind him, where would the crisis come from, it would become more fascinating.

Just as everyone was discussing, suddenly, Zhuge Liuyun's cell phone rang.

Zhuge Liuyun took out his cell phone, grabbed it in his hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly, looked up at everyone and said, "It's the brothers responsible for stalking the phone. It may not be an ordinary thing. I have told them that there is no special situation, just send messages and not call, but now..."
Chapter completed!