Autumn is crisp, and it's a pleasant season. Young men and women who go out for walks and shopping at night wear very little clothes, and people come and go on the streets. Beautiful women wearing miniskirts can be seen everywhere. As long as they don't sit at the door of the red light district, passersby cannot tell their occupation by their clothes.

On the street opposite Yelaixiang, walk 200 meters forward, there is an Internet cafe here. Directly opposite the Internet cafe is a nightclub, Queen Nightclub. The two are far away from each other. Except for the three hundred shops, this is the entertainment center for all young men and women on Qingshi Street.

"Yezi, I'm sorry, I'm doing this for your own good too. You know, as long as you stick with it for another year, I'll make you my official girlfriend in one year."
At this moment, the man was also extremely sad. Every time I meet Yezi and see her resentful eyes, the crown prince feels very sad. The prince wanted to let go and let Yezi continue to pick up customers, contact men, and let thousands ride and 10,000 people drive. However, in the end, he still stood firm.

The reason why he did this was because this man gave Yezi the first time. His possessiveness does not allow other men to touch her again. ...

The man named Prince walked towards the Internet cafe.
Wherever he went, people who knew him took the initiative to move out of the way, and some even nodded to greet him. Why they just nodded, but no one said anything, that's because they all knew that the Prince had a quirky personality, and he didn't like someone to talk to him at all, unless he found you. Otherwise, the person who wants to please either dislocate his jaw or lose his teeth, and all this can be done by the prince with a single slap.

The Internet cafe was very lively, and all 200 computers were full. There was a sea of people, and people who didn't sit on the computer were standing shoulder to shoulder, and no one was willing to leave. The entire Internet cafe was full of smog, screaming and howling, watching porn, playing CS, and some bad young people, dyed their hair colorful, and banging on the computer mouse. That is they are controlling the characters in the game to slash wildly with magic knives. kill! kill! kill!

All haunted.
There were nearly 400 people in the Internet cafe at this time, and these people were all subordinates of the 'Eighth Middle School'. They played to their heart's content. This Internet cafe was originally set up by gangs for these gangsters to play. It's just that there are rules for playing here. It only accepts members of the gang to play during the day, and it will be used for business at night.

There are no people on the street during the day, and it is crowded at night, so it is just right to use it for business at night.
After seven o'clock, it just got dark and it's time for business, but the 'opening' sign in the Internet cafe has not been displayed, and there are so many people gathered in the house, netizens who come to shop know that they are having a meeting again . One by one, they left with self-awareness, and no one dared to be rude.

The distance of a few hundred meters is not very far, and the prince soon came to the entrance of the Internet cafe. Immediately, the originally noisy interior immediately quieted down, and the heavy breathing was clearly audible. They all looked towards the door, towards the white-haired youth who was standing at the door at will. At this moment they all felt the silence.
About thirty seconds later, suddenly, more than 300 people shouted in unison to the white-haired youth."Brother! Dong"

It wasn't very loud, but a very neat voice came out from afar, causing the pedestrians on Qingshi Street to glance at the Internet cafe unsurprisingly. Scenes like this can often be seen on Qingshi Street. Once the gang members gather, the first thing they do is to say hello to their 'leader', but outsiders don't know it, and there are rules to say hello. The prince likes his little brother to pause before saying hello. Just like just now, he didn't dare to make a sound when he first entered the entrance of the Internet cafe, and didn't dare to make a sound until 30 seconds later. According to the prince's words, this is called momentum.

Prince' is just a nickname, his real name is Li Dong.
Li Dong is resolute, tenacious and persevering, mature and independent, and decisive in handling things. Fighting is even more ruthless. He has the temperament of a rich boy and the ruthlessness of a rogue leader, especially his dazzling silver hair, coupled with his handsome and handsome face... Whether it is a man or a woman, we have met Can leave a lasting impression.

The title Prince is external. However, the title brother dong is only qualified to be called by gang brothers. Once the rules are formed, they cannot be changed. For example, if you are my soldier now, then you can call me brother dong, but if one day you are not, if you call again, I will tear your mouth apart.
The life creed created by Li Dong in the third year of high school made him one of the four most prestigious leaders in the No. 8 middle school. To do what he says is Li Dong's life creed, and he has never made an exception so far. The team leader was not the real boss. No. 8 High School, as the largest underworld force in the western district of City C, had four teams. Each team had 500 people, and each team also had a team leader. As for the real boss who is hidden behind his back, that is the boss, the one who supports the entire gang. Ordinary members do not meet at all.

So, people like the leader, like the prince, are actually more famous than the real boss behind the scenes.
Of course, becoming a team leader is not something that can be achieved in one sentence. Prestige comes from strength. Only when one's own strength is strong enough and capital is sufficient can it be possible to establish prestige. To be able to fight, to be able to kill. To be able to go up the mountain of swords, to go down the sea of fire, to be energetic enough, and to be decisive in doing things, only in this way can people be convincing.

Since Zhang Qiang and Li Dong came to City C a year ago and came to Qingshi Street in the West District, the two joined the 'Eighth Middle School', a gang with as many as 3,000 members, and became one of the lowest-level members. But in a group battle, both of them blocked ten with one, and they were able to do it with ease. When the knife fell in his hand, he was not relentless. Wherever the blade was directed, there were broken limbs and willows. That time, the two of them alone cut down more than 100 people, and the other formidable opponents fled without a fight.

From then on, the two became an instant hit and established their prestige among the gang of No. 8 Middle School. Li Dong became the leader of this Qingshi Street, while Zhang Qiang became the leader of another area.

At this time, there were more than 300 younger brothers standing in front of Li Dong, all of them staring at him without blinking, for fear of missing any expression on his face.
Everyone said that it was a pleasure to see the prince's expression. The prince was their leader and the eldest brother they most admired. That demeanor, that temperament, and every seemingly random action are beyond the reach of their younger brothers.

The temperament may come from birth, but the action habits must be cultivated slowly, just like a lighter can play many tricks in the hands of the prince. But let those younger brothers learn, although some can also learn the movement, but in terms of temperament, there is a lack of flavor.
"Ximen Qing, are everyone here?" Li Dong threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and looked up calmly at the long-haired thug standing two meters in front of him.

The little brother named Ximen Qing shuddered in his heart, and said respectfully, "Brother, in addition to the 120 people lying in the hospital, the remaining 380 people have all arrived."
Long before Li Dong came, Ximen Qing had already counted the number of people. A team of 500 people is also divided into ten teams. After all, there are too many people, and Li Dong can't manage it, so there are only 50 people in one team of 500 people. There are also small leaders. Ximen Qing is one of them.

"How did they get hurt? Are they serious?" The voice was not very loud, and Li Dong's eyes gradually turned cold. One hundred and twenty people were hospitalized at the same time, and he, the 'team leader', didn't even know that such a big thing had happened. No one notified him?
Today, Li Dong just came back from his inspection in K City. In just three days, 120 people were hospitalized. This matter is very serious. Since he took over the Qingshi Street area, so many people have never been injured by his subordinates.

"Brother Dong, Si Mao is crippled, Xiao Wu is crippled, and Xiao Jiu is also crippled. They all lost an arm, and the other brothers were cut down and seriously injured. Three other brothers were blown into a vegetative state by a grenade... Brother Dong, these 120 people were transferred by Brother Hua to attack the 'Huashan' gang. But they all came back lying down, do you think we..." Ximen Qing said, the more excited he was, from his eyes You can see the urge to devour blood.
"Luo Hua, he attacked the Huashan Gang, why did he transfer my people!" Liu Dong muttered in his heart.

Luo Hua is one of the leaders of the four major areas of the "Eighth Middle School", known as Hua Zai or brother hua. The four teams of No. 8 Middle School have their own territory, and even if they fight for territory with other gangs, there are uniform regulations. Luo Hua's transfer on Qingshi Street did not pass through Liu Dong, and Liu Dong guessed that it must be the boss's instructions. Only with the order of the boss of the 'Eighth Middle School' could Luo Hua be able to mobilize personnel without Liu Dong's permission.

"Don't be impulsive, I will handle this matter. Tomorrow, you will give me a list of those disabled brothers, so that you can pay for the settlement. Now, tell me the situation in detail." Li Dong took it at the front desk. He sat down on a stool, waved his hand, and motioned for everyone to sit down too.
Ximen Qing knew that he must not panic in front of his brother, otherwise things would only get worse. He eased his emotions and said, "Brother Hua's team went to 480 people, plus 120 of us, 200 of Brother Qiang, 200 of Brother Kun, a whole 1,000 people were dispatched. The attack on Huashan still failed."

"What a bunch of idiots, is Huashan so easy to beat!" Li Dong couldn't help cursing.
You must know that Huashan is also one of the big black forces in the Western District. Its strength and the 'Eighth Middle School' are in the same league, and the entire Western District consists of the two gangs, the 'Eighth Middle School' and the 'Huashan'. Other small gangs either choose to merge, or choose to dissolve, or choose to submit.
The two gangs are evenly matched. It is said that one mountain cannot hold two tigers. This kind of small fight is also a common thing, but this is the first time that such a large-scale gang fight, and it was carried out when Li Dong was not in City C. .

Li Dongqiang resisted the anger in his heart and asked again: "Tell me, how much is the loss of No. 8 Middle School."
"Brother, the loss is huge, a thousand people... a thousand brothers all came back lying down."
"You fucking make it clear, how did they come back from lying down, how did they come back when they lay down, are they all dead! Who led the team of a thousand people?" Seeing Ximen Qing hesitating, Li Dong roared , fortunately that idiot sat far away from him, otherwise a palm must have been on it.

After being scolded by Li Dong, Ximen Qing straightened up again, and then said, "Brother Hua and Brother Kun led the team this time, and they were also injured. All the brothers were taken to the hospital by ambulance. , Now the First People's Hospital and the Second People's Hospital are all inhabited by our brothers from No. 8 Middle School. Those wounded bastards from the Huashan Gang also filled Huahe Hospital."
"Those bastards didn't kill one of us in No. 8 High School, but most of the brothers were crippled. In some places, they were even chopped with more than 20 knives, and the meat and bones were broken.

"Why didn't anyone call me about such a big thing?" Li Dong's face darkened. Ximen Qing immediately realized that something was wrong, and he couldn't bear Li Dong's slap. Everyone knows that Li Dong wears a pair of glasses and is gentle, but everyone knows that he is a lunatic when he fights people.
"Brother, this... This is the boss's arrangement. He said that it will be discussed when you come back."
"Boom." Ximen Qing fell down after he finished speaking.

Fortunately, Li Dong's foot just swept towards the stool under his butt, and the wooden stool was immediately shattered by Li Dong's kick. Ximen Qing hurriedly got up and stood up. There were more than 300 people at the scene, no one dared to make a sound, and it was strangely quiet. They all looked at the angry brother.
With so many people in trouble, don't worry about other people, just say Si Mao, Xiao Wu, and Ye Ji are all his team leaders under Liu Dong, and they are all disabled now. If this matter spreads out, Li Dong will lose face.

"You are so useless, you can't even explain the ins and outs of this matter. Next time you do this again, I won't kick the stool but your head. Go back to the team." Li Dong shouted. Ximen Qing immediately retreated into the crowd without saying a word.
Next, Li Dong sat down in his seat as if nothing was wrong. He threw out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth, and when he stretched his right hand out like a magic trick, a metal 'Xincailu' brand name lighter appeared in his hand. There was a snap, blue flames rose, and with a fierce sip, the thick smoke was sucked into his lungs.