Chapter 479 Fighting

"I don't have a clear preference, I just want to see if there is anyone I like." Xia Zhizhi walked to the counter and sat down.

The boss thought for a moment, then brought out a small tray with several jade ornaments on it: "Do you like these?"

Xia Zhizhi reached out and picked up a hollow folding fan beside her and played with it for a while, her mind heating up: "Is this... ivory?"

Seeing that she knew her stuff, the boss didn't praise her too much.

The boss quoted a price, which Xia Zhizhi thought was quite cheap, so she generously selected a few more items.

After spending the money, I felt much better instantly.

She was in a good mood, and the boss was in a good mood too, and he packed the things into the boxes for her carefully.

After settling the bill, Ah Ju was carrying his things and getting ready to leave when they saw three people coming in.

It was obvious from their posture that they were here to collect protection fees.

The person who collected the security fee was quite respectful, and when he saw there were guests inside, he took the initiative to move aside and made way for them. He waited until they left before asking the boss for the money.

Xia Zhizhi ignored all this. This was the market situation in this area these days. For example, you couldn't open an antique shop, or even a noodle shop, without paying the protection fee.

Don't worry about anything when you call the police. Hong Kong is extremely corrupt now. The gang will take half of the protection fees, and the other half will be used to bribe the police station. It's like a clear way out.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xia Zhizhi prepared to take a car and go back to sleep.

Suddenly I noticed that there were fewer cars and pedestrians in this alley, and some shops even closed early.

What's going on?

Xia Zhizhi scanned the alley entrance. It was dark and oppressive over there. She extended her mental power around the corner and saw nearly a hundred people standing at the corner, holding various steel bars and iron bars. Only a few of them were holding machetes.

Help with shopping, that's all.

The gang in front was preparing to fight. Under normal circumstances, they would not harm innocent passers-by, but when the fight got heated, accidental injuries were inevitable.

These gangs aren't very disciplined and once they start a fight they can block two streets.

In order to avoid being affected, passers-by who are smart and familiar with the terrain will crawl through the public toilet at the end of the alley to take a detour.

Those who were not familiar with the terrain and were less courageous could only watch from a distance, waiting until they finished fighting before leaving.

Some of the braver ones raised their hands and slid out sideways along the wall like crabs.

The two gangs glared at each other, seemingly not caring about the crowd of onlookers.

It was the first time that Xia Zhizhi saw a fight between young and dangerous people in real life, so she decided to stay and watch the live broadcast.

Seeing this, Ah Ju quickly grabbed the rolling shutter that the street owner was pulling down and said, "Wait!"

Then, with the boss's angry but silent eyes, he dragged a chair out of his shop and placed it behind Xia Zhizhi.

Xia Zhizhi sat down with her arms folded, crossed her legs, and swayed as she waited for the show to begin.

The alleys and streets in Hong Kong are not wide, and the street lights are dim, which makes the environment seem a bit cramped and depressing. Fortunately, there are flashing neon signs on both sides, so the vision is not so bad that it is completely dark.

Xia Zhizhi sat down and cracked a handful of melon seeds while the other party was still arguing.

"What do you mean, you dare not take our Shuangma group seriously?"

"When do we in the Hongmen need to look at your double-coded expressions when doing things?"

Xia Zhizhi knew that there were many gangs in Hong Kong at this time, but she was never willing to pay too much attention to the petty gains of the lower-level personnel. So although she knew about it, she actually had no idea what the situation was like with the gangs inside.

After listening to the argument for a while, I roughly guessed that these two gangs were not big gangs. They controlled a few scattered streets and each had its own dock.

The Hongmen was probably a rising star, and after becoming strong, it began to extend its influence outward.

There are only so many resources in this place, and if you stretch out your hand, it will be no different from putting your hand in someone else's pocket to take money.

They will definitely not be happy about this, so they should be reprimanded.

Since interests are involved, verbal condemnation is naturally useless, so they challenged each other to a fight.

It is probably normal procedure to have a verbal argument before a fight.

This was a matter of territorial interests, and neither would back down or give in. As the argument went on, they became increasingly angry. The leader shouted loudly, and the people below began to fight each other.

Xia Zhizhi looked at him with a frown on her face.

The fight was without any sense of beauty.

Most people are just trying to fish in turbulent waters.

Except for a few hot-blooded people who would really attack the vital points with knives and sticks.

They were just like the aunties at the entrance of the village who were fighting. They would grab people's hair, pull their ears, and even break their necklaces. Then they would grab the sheep and put them in their own pockets.

There were also some pure hooligans who probably developed feelings for each other after the fight. They made eyes at each other and moved towards the street corner while clanging their sticks. Then they pretended to be hit by a stick and screamed and fell to the ground and died.

Xia Zhizhi even saw them secretly changing positions when they got tired of lying down.

There was a boy with a buzz cut, dark skin, and a black vest in the Hongmen, with a bulging body of tendons.

This guy wielded the machete and chopped down several people, all of whom were ordinary people. They got carried away in the fight and sobered up a little after being stabbed. They screamed and fell to the ground. In fact, he was just showing weakness. It was enough to be beaten like this.

But I don't know whether this guy was stupid or a little angry, he held the knife and rushed towards the wounded man lying on the ground, wanting to go up and give him a finishing blow.

The wounded man screamed, got up, and limped away.

Once one side started to run away, the rest of the people followed suit.

Soon, the only people left in the alley were the Hongmen and three people lying on the ground whose lives or deaths were unknown. There was no other way; they could not run away.

There was a sound of sirens wailing outside, and the police car finally arrived.

When the Hongmen members heard the sound of the police car, they quickly ran away.

The police came over and felt the breath of the three people lying on the ground. Seeing that they were still breathing, they took them away.

There were several people like Xia Zhizhi who were watching the excitement at the scene, and people even asked these bystanders to give written statements.

There is no way. The police station in Hong Kong has this attitude towards low-level personnel, especially gang fights.

It's okay if no one is dead. It's okay if someone is dead. I can also take the opportunity to find their leader to investigate and get some tea money.

As soon as the police officers left, Xia Zhizhi stood up and prepared to go home for sleep.

When she reached the corner, Xia Zhizhi suddenly stopped.

There were two teenagers on the roadside. Judging from their clothes, they were probably innocent passers-by.

One of them was hit on the head with a stick and blood was all over his face.

In Xia Zhizhi's opinion, the beating was not unjustified.

This is really stupid. When encountering such a thing, even if you want to watch it, you have to walk away. There is no way you can observe it from close range.

Being hit with a stick is considered light. If someone stabs him with a knife when he is angry, it is possible that he will die directly if he is unlucky.

The other one helped the injured one up and whispered to him, "Can you walk? Otherwise, I'll carry you and we'll go to Uncle Devon and let him bandage you."

They turned their backs to Xia Zhizhi and spoke some mainland dialect.

Xia Zhizhi raised her eyebrows: "Zhu Qingan?"