Chapter 151 Double Flower Red Stick

Chapter 151 [Double Flower Red Stick] When I said this, I saw a sharp murder on the sand tiger's face! His eyes stared at me, and then his teeth creaked, and finally a few words almost popped out of his teeth: "It's you...you! So it's you!" That look is like a sharp sword, almost penetrating me! At the same time, his big hands have clenched their fists tightly! The scene suddenly became cold! Even the people sitting next to the sand tiger couldn't help quietly moving to both sides... My eyes stared at the sand tiger without hesitation, and the two of us stared at each other like this.

At this time, the eighth master suddenly opened his mouth, and he said lightly, "Sand Tiger, aren't you going to gamble your life? We will gamble with you in the big circle! If Xiao Wu loses, he will naturally give you his life.

Speaking of this, the eighth master looked at me and said in a low voice, "Xiao Wu, do you dare?" Of course I dare!" I said proudly.

"Good."

There was a trace of light in the eyes of the eighth master, and then glanced at the sand tiger: "Mr. Sha, if Xiao Wu loses, his life is yours! At the same time, in addition to giving up the share we gave up in the circle this time, in addition to those present, I will propose another one to give it to you separately!" He said that he obviously paused deliberately.

Sure enough, the bosses of the various gangs present, no matter young or old, showed a somewhat coveted expression! Obviously, the cake this time is really big. Even if the eighth master declares that he is willing to give up the small portion, it is estimated to be quite valuable! The Eighth Master took everyone's changes in their eyes one by one, and then looked at the sand tiger and said, "Mr. Sha, if Xiao Wu loses, we will naturally fulfill our promise!" But what I want to ask is... If you lose, in addition to handing over your life, what will your Luo clan give us in compensation? The sand tiger raised his eyebrows, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he shouted, "Okay! Eight fingers! Tell me about it.

How do you want to bet? I saw a trace of chill in the eyes of the eighth master... My heart was moved.

I know that Ba Ye only has eight fingers, so his nickname is "square eight fingers". In fact, he has always been very unhappy with this name, unless he occasionally mocks himself.

Otherwise, who dares to call him "square eight fingers" in front of him? This kind of name obviously mocks the physical defects of the eighth master... Now if someone dares to mention it in front of him.

That's just looking for death! With his current position, no matter who he is, don't he have to call him "Master Fang" in front of him? However, this sand tiger shouted out one by one.

I already feel that Master Ba has really killed him in his heart!" Sand tiger.

The eighth master's tone is still very gentle, but the meaning of it has been revealed! The Eighth Master said slowly in a low voice, "I don't want much... If you lose, your sand tiger's life will naturally be gone... Also, your Luo clan will be removed from the title in Vancouver from now on! From the day you die, your Roche clan must leave Vancouver Chinatown! Never appear in Canada from now on! You are now in the territory, stalls, and fields. We don't want one in the big circle! Take it all out and give it to everyone here!" The eighth master's voice became lower and lower.

It's like a life-threatening song! His eyes flashed, staring at the sand tiger coldly, word by word, and slowly said, "The sand tiger... Do you dare to gamble!" The sand tiger's forehead was sweaty, but he seemed to be very fierce. He hesitated for a moment, with a resolute look in his eyes and said, "Okay! It's up to you! If I lose, my life will be yours. If I don't have Laozi, I will die! If you lose, you need to take out more of the benefits this time!" The people in front of the Hua Gang around are all showing complex eyes... I carefully sensed that not everyone is worried about the sand tiger... Although from the standpoint, they should be on the side of the sand tiger... But this kind of gambling seems to have no harm for them... If the sand tiger wins, it will certainly be a good thing for the whole traditional Chinese gang.

But... If the sand tiger dies, the territory of the Luo clan will be divided up by them... If the eighth master is decentralized on such an occasion, he will naturally not repent! In this way, it seems that this gamble is of great benefit to them, no matter whether they win or lose.

Who would object to such a thing? But I was sneering in my heart: No wonder these local traditional Chinese gangs, obviously have a large number of people, but they have been beaten by the Vietnamese gang and other gangs for so many years... These guys are simply a mess! Otherwise, with the power of the traditional Chinese gang in Chinatown for so many years, if they can unite, advance and retreat together, and work together... Humph, how can the Chinese gang be so bullied so badly by those Vietnamese in Canada for so many years? If it hadn't been for 20 years ago, a large circle had entered North America, and the Chinese gangs in North America would still have been bullied.

Now, the sand tiger is clear that it is circled with them, but when they see the sand tiger and us gamble, tit-for-tat, no one stands up... Instead, looking at their eyes, it seems to be calculating. No matter how much benefits they can get in this gamble... No wonder, the eighth master tricked with me last time. Those competitors in the big circle, from Vietnamese to Indians, to Iranians, to these local traditional Chinese gangs... Ba Ye said that these local traditional Chinese gangs are actually not to worry at all! On the spot, the eighth master called in Tiger, and then prepared a life-and-death contract in front of everyone! In fact, this clock contract cannot be recognized by law at all... But in the underground world, there are completely different rules from the real world! With this life-and-death contract, at least we can tell the truth. No matter who loses or wins our bet, neither side can take revenge afterwards.

In front of the leaders of many Chinese community gangs, the sand tiger and I stared at each other like a pair of enemies, and then quickly pressed the fingerprints on the contract.

Our side is naturally the eighth master as a witness, and what is a little intriguing is that on their side, no one is willing to stand up as a witness to the sand tiger... It seems that these guys are well aware of the way to protect themselves and are unwilling to stand on the side of the sand tiger openly and confront the big circle.

In the end, these old guys pretended to push each other for a circle, and then "recommended" one or two "highly respected" uncles to stand up.

But looking at the expressions of the two old gentlemen, it seems to be a little reluctant.

The eighth master's eyes flashed a trace of mockery quietly.

I didn't say anything. I just pressed my fingerprints and retreated behind the Eighth Master.

It should be said that this negotiation was quite successful.

At least most of the local Chinese gangs have been feared in the previous large-scale conflict.

It's basically soft, except for the sand tiger.

No one dares to jump out again.

The eighth master personally sent everyone out, and I saw the police-watching car on the corner of the street from afar.

Sure enough, someone was quietly taking pictures with the camera.

Naturally, the Eighth Master had seen this for a long time, but he didn't care at all, just smiled slightly.

"The eighth master... those policemen."

I spoke in a low voice.

The eighth master smiled and said gently, "Don't care about them, it's just some little ones."

Back to the eighth master's room, the eighth master was still sitting in his chair. This time he didn't say anything or let me sit down.

Instead, he looked at me deeply and said slowly, "Xiao Wu, you are a little impulsive today."

I looked at Master Ba. From his tone, I couldn't tell whether he was angry or happy, so I just said calmly, "I don't understand what you mean."

"You are a little impulsive.

However, in my opinion, your impulse is also very good. At least in some cases, impulse is also a proof of courage.

He smiled, then slowly took out a pipe, slowly added some tobacco, lit it, and took a deep breath. He used his left hand, and the only three fingers in his left hand pinched the cigarette butt handle. He squinted at me and said lightly, "It's a good thing that you dare to stand up and defend our circle.

But are you sure to kill the sand tiger? I thought about it and said slowly, "I don't know."

"Oh? Don't you know?" I really don't know."

I nodded: "That sand tiger seems to have practiced, and his skills should be good... I haven't played with him, and I don't know if I can beat him... But I only know one thing that I have to stand up for today's scene.

Otherwise, people will look down on us!" Very good."

The eighth master sighed, and his eyes were a little complicated. After sighing, he slowly said, "After our big circle was able to land in North America, we immediately killed a bloody road and made a head... Just rely on it without fear of death! Dare to fight! How arrogant those Vietnamese were here back then! Those local Chinese gangs, so many people, so many forces, but they dare not come out, all of them are shrinking turtles! But we are not afraid! At that time, who thought that he could not beat... Let's fight first! Even if we meet each other, let people know how powerful we are!" After saying this, Master Ba looked at me and sighed, "Xiao Wu, you are very good, really good..." But for some reason, I feel that Master Ba's tone is a little deep, and even... a little helpless and regretful.

"What is this?" The next day, I was shouted out of the room by Tiger early in the morning.

He took me to a room behind the parking lot, which was a very simple conference room with only a few broken tables, a very old large color TV and a DVD player.

Tiger asked me to sit down and looked at me with my arms in his arms: "Xiao Wu, do you know how the strength of the sand tiger is?" It should be good."

I'm just telling the truth.

Tiger sighed: "The sand tiger's real name is Luo Xin. He is the son of the former leader of the Luo clan, and the sand tiger is his nickname.

The sand snake you killed is his cousin.

They are the direct line of the Luo family, and there are only two men.

Now the sand tiger is the boss of the Luo clan, but do you know what he did before? His expression was solemn and his tone was slow: "The Luo clan is not the most powerful in the Chinatown gang, but it is recognized that the thongsters in the Luo clan are the strongest! And the sand tiger is the 'double flower red stick' in the Luo clan? Double flower red stick? My heart moved and my eyes narrowed... Normally speaking, many traditional Chinese gangs have traditional colors.

In the traditional Chinese underworld, in the underworld slang, the members of the gang are called by code names.

At present, the most common is the set of rules of Hongmen. In fact, that set of rules is not only used by Hongmen, but also almost most Chinese gangs are using that set of rules.

The biggest in the gang is, of course, the "sitting in the hall", that is, the leader for short.

Below are some people who act as elders, that is, the so-called "second-way marshal", but the second-way marshal has no practical rights, only status.

For the rest, there is a military, that is, the "white paper fan" of the vulgar city. When it comes to the bottom, it is a red stick! The so-called red stick is a gold medal thman selected from many gangs in each gang! Only when the strength is recognized as strong in this gang can it be called a "red stick"! In slang, it is called "four two six", which means that four times twenty-six plus four, which is exactly equal to 108, which is in line with the number of Liangshan 108 generals.

It is said that Liangshan Haohan Wusong is holding a red stick, so the gold medal thman is called a "red stick", which has become a tradition.

And the double flower red sticks are recognized as the strongest of those "red sticks"! That is, the gold medal hitter selected by the gold medalist! In Chinatown, Canada, there used to be an old tradition. Every year after the traditional Lantern Festival, some traditional activities will be held, such as lion dance. In addition, there will be an internal competition between the Chinese gangs, that is, each gang will pull out their red sticks and fight together.

Tiger said slowly: "In fact, in Chinatown, Canada, there was originally no 'double flower red stick'. Each gang has only 'red stick'. After all, the gang will be big and small. Double flower red stick is a kind of glory, which is not easy to seal!" I understand this.

Canada's local traditional Chinese gang is relatively scattered, large and small.

Let me take an example. If a small gang with only a few dozen people can also get some "double flower red sticks", but it is only selected from a hundred people. The amount of gold is really limited! And in a big gang of more than 1,000 people, even ordinary "red sticks" are selected from thousands of people! Although it is only a red stick, the gold content is obviously much higher than that of the double red stick in the gang! If you encounter the double-flowered red stick in the small gang and being beaten by the ordinary red stick in the big gang... Doesn't it seem that the title of "double-flowered red stick" is too low and worthless? Therefore, in the local Chinatown, all Chinese gangs do not have the title of "double flower red stick"! There are only red sticks in the gang, not double red sticks! However, there is only one exception. In the former Chinatown, after the Lantern Festival every other year, a competition will be held. Each gang will push out their most powerful thwarrs. Let's play a game, and the only winner in the end can get the title of "Double Flower Red Stick"! And this double flower red stick is not a certain gang, but the "double flower red stick" admitted by all the Chinese gangs in Chinatown!! Before the sand tiger became the boss of the Luo clan... When he was a red stick, he dominated the ring four times in a row, and became the double flower red stick of the whole Chinatown Gang four times in a row! When Tiger said this, his tone was very solemn. He looked at me: "Xiao Wu, I know you are very good, and I know that you are very good... But I still think that if you are in a fair fight, the probability of being killed is more than 90%."