1970s monkey race

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Chapter 159 Killing the chicken to scare the monkey

A Shu didn't dare to delay and told Zhou Ran immediately after returning.

"Pretending to be us to collect protection fees?" Zhou Ran raised his eyebrows, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Ah Shu lowered his head and said with shame: "Master, it's my fault. I was in charge of the hall, but I didn't find out beforehand. I only ask you to catch these desperate people, and I am willing to be punished."

"Didn't you fail to impersonate me?" Zhou Ran didn't comment, and looked at him gently, "It's not your fault, Ah Shu, get up."

Ah Shu knelt on the ground and refused to get up. He frowned and said anxiously: "Master, the neighbors know that they are not, but what will outsiders think of us? How can a dignified Hongmen be bullied by others?"

"Get up," Zhou Ran said sternly, "Don't let me say it for the third time."

When Ah Shu got up tremblingly, he heard Zhou Ran's low command: "I will allow you to make meritorious service while serving your sentence. I will leave this matter to you to investigate. Can you do it?"

"Ah?" Ah Shu didn't react at first, but was soon hit by this huge surprise. He quickly grinned: "Thank you, Master! I'll go now!"

The Hongmen followed this clue to investigate, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened that night.

There is a prosperous commercial street outside the Kowloon Walled City, near Mong Kok. During the day, there are a lot of cars and people coming and going. At night, it is particularly lonely. The dark high-rise buildings are like steel monsters, quietly overlooking the Kowloon Walled City opposite.

Only one street away, the environment is very different.

As the night deepened, a small alley next to it gradually heard the noisy voices of people.

This is a famous street of food stalls. Those office workers, dock workers and coolies who come home late at night will come here to have a midnight snack and two drinks after work. A day's hard work is gone in this cup of music.

Although the alley is small, it is full of warm voices and the strong atmosphere of human fireworks in the smoke.

After 10 o'clock in the evening, it is the peak time for eating midnight snacks. The alley is crowded and the owners of the food stalls are also warmly greeting customers.

A dozen young people wearing black vests and black shirts squeezed out of the crowd. Their hair was dyed in various colors, and some of them had scars on their faces. These young men looked fierce and were obviously not good people.

Holding thickly wrapped newspaper rolls in their hands, they made eye contact with each other and walked towards one of the food stalls with ill intentions.

The stall owner was a burly middle-aged man. When he saw the customers coming, he greeted them warmly and said with a lowered eyebrow: "Hey, bosses, what do you want to eat?"

The dozen people sat at the door. The leader, a man with a scarred face, slammed the table, drooped his eyes, and said unruly: "What do you have here? Give me one portion!"

Kowloon Walled City is a mixed bag. Such a small The stall owner had seen many gangsters and didn't think it was strange, so he smiled enthusiastically and said, "Okay, okay, do you want to drink?"

The scarred man spit out a mouthful of saliva and said with a slanted corner of his mouth, "Give me a dozen cold beers."

"Okay," the stall owner nodded, with a round smile on his face, and said, "Several bosses, then you sit down first, the dishes will be ready soon."