After turning around the high-rise area on the periphery and dodging countless unknown liquids dripping from the water pipes on the upper floors, they finally approached the patio area chosen by Zhong Dazhi.
However, around the central negotiation point, both gangs set up barriers.
In order to get through these scoundrels who blocked intruders, Yi Jiayi and Liu Jiaming could only force their way in - even if they asked the scoundrels to ask Zhong Dazhi or Liang Yuexia for a companion order, it might not be that easy.
Zhong Dazhi and Liang Yuexia might not want the police to join at this time. Who knows if Liang Yuexia also wants to take this opportunity to clear Zhong Dazhi and seize the Zhong family's money and territory?
Is it necessary to force their way in?
The two guns she and Liu Jiaming had only 12 bullets in total.
Moreover, the consequences of firing in such a densely populated environment would be too unpredictable.
Not to mention whether she could save her life, she would definitely be punished afterwards - this method was too stupid.
People were hiding in the corner of the alley, and even A Cang couldn't help but poke his head out.
Jiayi pulled his head back and asked in a low voice: "Is there another passage that can go directly to the place where Zhong Dazhi and the others are negotiating?"
"Ah, that's a bit dirty." A Cang whispered.
"Is it dirtier than this road?" Liu Jiaming frowned in disbelief. Just now, he was walking with the wall as support, and he was ambushed without noticing it - he touched a piece of chewing gum stuck on the wall, which made him so disgusted!
"It's quite dirty and messy." Ah Cang pointed to an upward iron ladder on the side with embarrassment, walked over and pulled down the ladder, and signaled the two police officers to climb up.
"..." Liu Jiaming pursed his face helplessly, and finally pulled Jia Yi when she was ready to lead the way, "Eleventh sister, I'll go up first."
"Be careful." Jia Yi warned.
People then climbed up the shaky iron ladder one by one, and then followed Ah Cang to the gap between the two buildings.
Now a relatively sturdy wooden frame has been built here to make a bridge, so you can take a shortcut. But because it is an unconventional route and no one maintains it, there is a lot of waste and animal feces, and even some drunkards' vomit.
When Ah Cang led the detectives out of here, he felt as if he was bringing a distinguished guest into his humble home, which was very embarrassing.
Jia Yi, however, looked very natural, and it was obvious that she was only thinking about the case and didn't consider anything else. Ah Cang felt more at ease.
They took shortcuts, climbed ladders several times, passed by someone else's specially made extra-sturdy awning, stepped on the iron roof of someone else's shed, and finally approached the courtyard.
There was a rare intersection patio area near the courtyard in the low-rise area. When Jia Yi walked out of a dark passage that required a cat's waist to walk through, she finally saw Zhong Dazhi and Liang Yuexia setting up a table and drinking tea below.
Jiayi was in an area about 3.5 stories high, where some residents had built small houses with particularly low roofs. There
was an iron-framed staircase in front, but once you walked up, you would be discovered by Zhong Dazhi and his men.
Jiayi dodged back to the narrow corridor, ready to observe and evaluate first.
As a result, when she looked up, she suddenly met two pairs of eyes in a small window two steps away.
The other party was discovered by Jiayi, and he was so frightened that he pulled up the dark curtains and hid behind them, not daring to show his face.
"Is that Mrs. Axia's house?" Jiayi asked A Cang quietly.
"No." A Cang shook his head and pointed to another window.
Jiayi followed the direction he pointed and saw two bastards lying on the window, and there seemed to be a person eating melon seeds behind the window.
It looked like some people had gritted their teeth and refused to open their doors, and were now secretly watching the impending dispute.
Others' doors had been knocked open and broken into, and thus became the temporary bases of these gangsters.
Below, Zhong Dazhi and Liang Yuexia sat opposite each other, both with unfriendly expressions - Zhong Dazhi was gloomy and vicious, and Liang Yuexia was furious and resentful.
They each held an empty teacup, and their arms, shoulders and neck muscles were bulging, showing that they were not as fearless as they looked.
The gangster thugs around them either held their guns tightly with bulging veins, or grabbed baseball bats with purple faces.
Everyone was on edge, waiting for someone to suddenly smash a cup as a signal to break their tightly tied strings.
The voices of Zhong Dazhi and Liang Yuexia came floating in, Jiayi listened attentively -
"...Uncle Zhong, I can't sell the street next to Jieci College. Even if I want to sell the shops there to you, you can't come up with so much cash in a short time. It's even more impossible to exchange your lousy shop for my lucky husband.
"Since there is no morality between us, I don't believe that you will pay back the money you owe.
"Instead of paying it back then...it's better to do it today and don't leave any messy accounts such as the balance outstanding.
"Humph, since you have made it clear that you want to break the rules, you don't believe that I won't retaliate when I have the energy to turn things around, right? "
Liang Yuexia finished speaking, picked up the teacup and slammed it lightly on the table to vent his displeasure.
Jiayi secretly peeked and found that Liang Yuexia would occasionally look at a window in the building behind Zhong Dazhi. After a careful inspection, she found that there was a person tied up there, and several bastards were holding knives to the vital parts of the blindfolded person.
It turned out that Zhong Dazhi had kidnapped someone important to Liang Yuexia on the grounds that Liang Yuexia had sent someone to kill him.
No wonder Liang Yuexia was willing to cooperate with Zhong Dazhi... Jiayi felt a few days ago that no matter how Zhong Dazhi made trouble, Liang Yuexia would ignore it, which was the best way, so why bother to take the risk to accompany Zhong Dazhi's nonsense...
"Ah Xia, don't play dumb and talk to me about morality. You've been out there for a while, don't you understand? My only son died on your turf, what else can I say?
" "Can I also kill your brother, and then throw it into the alley like trash, and then say it has nothing to do with me?
" "For people like you and me in this line of work, it's not that difficult to do something without leaving any traces, don't treat your elders as fools!"
"You should be glad that I didn't go crazy and die with you.
" "I'm afraid you don't understand the feelings of an old man whose son has died, right? It doesn't matter if I die here today.
"What about you? Are you ready for this? "
Zhong Dazhi leaned over to get the kettle, and Hei Pilong immediately bent over to do it for him.
Zhong Dazhi then sat up straight again, watching Hei Pilong pouring water, but said to Liang Yuexia:
"No construction sites or shops on this list can be left out."
As he spoke, he tapped the table with his fingers.
Jiayi, who was far away, then realized that there was a piece of paper there.
Liang Yuexia's face instantly turned ugly. He certainly didn't want to be robbed by Zhong Dazhi like this. He immediately frowned and showed an angry look.
The two of them didn't agree on what to say, and they would get angry every few words, but this "anger" was just a kind of tug-of-war and temptation. They didn't dare to really explode. They always had to pull themselves back to the world of reason, continue to tear and talk.
Jiayi's heartbeat speed was in sync with their emotions. The fringe on her forehead was already wet with sweat and stuck to her face. The armpits of her shirt were also sweaty, and there was an embarrassing dark area.
Although the few minutes of lurking were very tormenting, Jiayi hoped that this period of time could be extended indefinitely, until most of them arrived and surrounded the walled city, and everything might end peacefully.
But just as she had this thought, Zhong Dazhi's patience suddenly reached its limit. He was unwilling to drag it out any longer. When Liang Yuexia bargained again, he raised his finger slightly.
Liang Yuexia stopped talking halfway and looked up with a premonition.
Sure enough, he saw four people behind the window suddenly pulled his brother up, holding his brother's hand and pressing it on the windowsill.
Before he could ask Zhong Dazhi what he was going to do, one of them had already raised a kitchen knife and chopped it off fiercely.
With a scream, an impatient curse, a splash of blood, a broken finger flew off...
The conflict happened suddenly.
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At the highest point of the walled city, in a shed built by a resident himself with wooden boards, two people sat behind a half-curtained window, also drinking tea facing each other.
In the room they were in, there were four other muscular young men sitting in the back, dazed.
In the rooms around them, there were five or six people or seven or eight people on guard.
They also used telescopes to observe the movements under the patio at all times, waiting for the order of the person in charge.
One of the two people drinking tea was Xiang Yuliang, the gang leader nearly ten years ago, and the other older one was his right-hand man Qiao Lin.
If you often pay attention to the entertainment industry, you will find that they are Mr. Xiang, an entertainment tycoon who owns several brokerage companies, film companies, college enterprises, and another small word-of-mouth newspaper;
and Mr. Qiao, a well-known producer of many hit movies and a TV station's editor.
At this moment, the two of them each held a pair of binoculars and watched the confrontation in the patio area.
"Can there be more than a hundred people?" Qiao Lin asked.
"No, at most ** dozen." Xiang Yuliang shook his head. Although the momentum was very loud, the number of people was not particularly large.
"Will we have too few people?" Qiao Lin asked with some concern.
"Our goal is not to kill all of them. We just need to kill Liang Yuexia and Zhong Dazhi while they are still here. Liang Yuexia's brother is also a big shot. To be safe, we should kill him too." Xiang Yuliang adjusted the binoculars, and the two people in his field of vision became much clearer.
"Yes." Qiao Lin nodded.
Indeed, even if all the men under his command survived, without a leader, they would be nothing more than a mob, not a threat.
Just as the two of them were staring at the situation below, waiting for the right moment, Zhong Dazhi in their field of vision suddenly raised his hand.
Xiang Yuliang frowned, and instantly realized something.
Sure enough, the next moment, the thugs standing still below suddenly gathered towards the square table.
Zhong Dazhi and Liang Yuexia who were sitting at the square table all stood up one by one, guns pointed, knives swung high, and the noise exploded. In the blink of an eye, everyone went from a tense waiting state to a flushed and angry state.
Xiang Yuliang also stood up from his chair unconsciously, staring at the bottom without blinking, with one hand raised, ready to give the order to blend into the crowd.
But in the few seconds when the conflict broke out, a gunshot rang out.
Zhong Dazhi and Liang Yuexia were clearly not ready for a gunfight, so how could there be a gunshot?
Xiang Yuliang's half-raised hand froze, and he involuntarily stretched his neck, his eyes widened, holding his breath, and staring at the skylight.